In a kingdom ravaged by the terrors of an ancient war, the only hope against them is the army of mixed-blood beings known as the King's Legion\, especially the Princes of the Blood, nigh-invincible warriors of fearsome magic and strength, their only weakness a need for pure human blood.

When his brother runs away, Raffé agrees to undergo the Blooding, but he is a pale imitation of his strong, capable brother. No one expects him to survive and become a Prince, merely to die to save his family and preserve honor.

But runaways and weaklings are the least of the kingdom’s concerns when an ancient evil returns with new tricks, and their only hope lies with knowledge long lost and a fierce bond forged in darkness …
Sex scenes/explicit content, 18+, Violence, Gore

Bisexual, MxM, Friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, vampires, demons, possessive, forbidden, coming of age, warrior, royalty/nobility

Princes of the Blood is created by Megan Derr, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author

Princes of the Blood Series

He woke up to the low murmur of anxious voices. His heart began to thud-thud-thud in his chest, in his ears. Hands shaking faintly, Telmé slipped out of bed and crept across the room. The door to the receiving room was just barely cracked open. Birgir, a Paladin, and a Dragoon sat with his mothers around the table. The torches on the wall behind them indicated it was roughly half past the Hour of Angels, the fourth hour of the morning. Had he really slept for several hours?


"can't hope to stop that many with our current forces. I was hoping we would have more time to recover. Being forced to go in so many directions at once with our current numbers is tantamount to suicide." Birgir raked a hand through his hair and drained the tea Matilda put in front of him. "Send the forces you suggested," he finally told the Paladin and Dragoon. "Let us hope to the Goddesses they manage better than we all fear."


Chapter 147: Blooding, Part 1