Rozelyn found out she is a vampire when she turned eighteen. To make matters worse, her stepmom is secretly a vampire as well and Cyrill, her stepmom's adoptive son, is a werewolf behind the shadows.
	As she live the life of being a vampire, several people had come for her—including the infamous Blood Mistress, a witch who hunts vampires and werewolves.
	Rozelyn become more fascinated with the vampire life, especially when she found out that sex plays a huge role in a vampire's everyday living and it acts like blood: once they tasted it, they will crave for it even more.
	Will Rozelyn be able to voice out her secret love to Cyrill without risking the familial relationship they have built for years? Or will she watch her loved ones perish due to her identity as the most powerful vampire to ever live?
	Amidst all these, only one thing is certain: Blood is thicker than water—either literally or figuratively.

The Blood Rose Lady

 Rozelyn suddenly fell to the ground due to shock. Lucky for her that Rosette was just behind to catch her. 


 Thalia looked back and saw Rozelyn was now on the grass. Her face was sorry for Rozelyn; pitied the young soon-to-be Vampire Queen. 


 Rozelyn was panting, sweating, and shaking. How many more lies and secrets she has yet to hear? If only her powers being a Thaumaturge include her being able to travel the Ever After, the equivalent to Afterlife, she had long done it in order to squeeze answers from her dear beloved father. 


 “What else did my father tell you?” Her voice was rough in her throat. She suddenly felt thirsty, but it was not for water. 


 Rozelyn was thirsty for blood. She should’ve gone hunting for a prey before visiting Thalia so that she will not end up cowering on the grassy land, looking for blood to drink. 


 “Rozelyn, I- We will tell you when we arrive at my house,” Thalia softly spoke. 


The Forty-Ninth Chapter