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Six years ago, Blake remembered it like it was yesterday. Watching my family being engulfed in flames, screams in the night akin to wailing banshees, and vampires attacked every member of his family with their sharp canines.

My father, a strong warrior fighting against terrible evil, told me with hard eyes, “Run, my little brave one. Never look back.”

His father pushed me against the forest, and my family died from the vampire attack. 

I’d been on the run for six years in the underground tunnel; darkness became my world until one day the underground tunnel was discovered by the vampires. 

They entered the tunnel like a deadly wave, capturing each individuals like me on the run, and I grabbed a sword, and I slashed the golden-masked man in the front.

However, the mask didn't break, and the cold eyes stared at me like ice, and the man reached out to grab my thin neck, and he said in a low voice laced with menace, “Young one, you are the first one who dared to attack me openly.”

His smile became sinister, and he threw me to the ground with a painful thud to my spine, and his words brought a chill to my heart, but it didn't erase the hate in me. 

Despite me trembling with fear, I did something bold and outrageous.

I spat in his face.

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Can Blake, who grew up in the underground tunnel, survive as a tyrant vampire prince’s slave? Come and find out! Read and find out what happens next.

The Vampire Prince’s Slave (BL)

The young boy, Alexander, chatted with his mother for nearly thirty minutes. Her silver hair dimmed with thinness due to poverty and sickness taking a toll on her health.

Alexander watched his mother cough and cough, her body shaking like a leaf. Alexander felt his chest beating loudly, and he reached out to pat his mother's back.

Once she settled down, she lay against the pillow, and she wiped her lips with a napkin, her actions ladylike. Her black eyes are bright with adoration toward her child.

She patted his head, "Don't worry, my boy."

Alexander pursed his lips, trying hard not to cry. He always pretended to be cheerful, but watching his mother's health deteriorate day by day was really hard. He wishes he could take her to a doctor, but he doesn't have the resources nor the ability to do so.

He clenched his hands, hating the helplessness washing over him.

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