The Emperor's obsession

(Matured Content-No rape)





“She was promised to a prince. But taken by a monster who calls himself king.”



In a realm ruled by blood and empire, twenty-four kingdoms bow to one throne — and at the center of it sits Emperor Zareth Ravaryn, a vampire older than most dynasties, cold as obsidian, and feared as much as he is obeyed.



Princess Serenya of Vayrana was never meant to catch his eye.

Gentle. Devoted. Already betrothed to the human prince she loved from afar.

But one imperial ceremony changed everything.



When the Emperor sees her — veiled in gold, eyes full of light — he names her his future Empress.



She refuses.

He doesn’t ask twice.



Now torn from her homeland and chained in silk and duty, Serenya finds herself in a court of shadows, where power is worn like perfume and secrets drip from every whispered bow.



But Zareth is not just the monster she feared.

He is obsessed.

And his obsession doesn’t break... it consumes.



As the blood empire trembles under rebellion, forbidden longing ignites between captive and captor, and the girl who once dreamt of love must decide:

Will she fight for her freedom—

or burn for his throne?



Dark fantasy meets imperial seduction in this slow-burn vampire romance — with original lore, dangerous rituals, forbidden love, and a heroine who was never meant to kneel.



Welcome to the Empire of Thorns. Where love is a game only monsters win.



#bookone of The Empire of Thorns series





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Excerpt.







A man stood before her. Not just any man. The man.



Eyes like twin flames. Lips curled into a knowing smirk. A voice like thunder dipped in velvet.



"And who might you be, little dove?" Zareth purred.



Serenya's heart slammed against her ribs. "I-I'm... I was just—"



"Lost?" he finished for her, his tone mocking yet oddly amused.



She nodded, clutching her veil tighter.



His eyes trailed down the curve of her figure, and then back to her eyes. "You're not from around here," he said, though he already knew.



"I'm from Vayrana," she managed, voice barely above a whisper.



His grin widened. "That explains the veil. So well-behaved. So sweet."



He stepped closer, and she instinctively backed up—until her back hit the wall.



"Running off alone into a palace full of monsters... either you're braver than you look, or dumber," he drawled, eyes gleaming.



Her eyes widened at the insult, but something in his tone kept her frozen.



"I didn't mean to be disrespectful—"



"Oh, but you weren't," he interrupted. "In fact, you've just made this entire evening… interesting."



He reached out, adjusting the edge of her veil with a gentleness that contradicted his deadly aura.



"What's your name, dove?"



She hesitated.



"Your name," he repeated, voice darker now. "I don't ask twice."



"Serenya," she whispered.



He leaned in, mouth brushing close to her ear. "Serenya," he repeated, tasting it. "Pretty name. Suits you."



Then, as quickly as he came, he stepped back. The moment shattered.



"Go on now, little dove. Before your father comes searching."