Title: Crimson Veil In a city cloaked in secrets, where vampires influence humanity from the shadows, 21-year-old Aria Vale leads an unremarkable life, managing her aunt's cozy antique shop. Everything changes one rainy evening when she crosses paths with a mysterious, badly injured man. That man is Lucien D'Aragon-an exiled vampire prince with a deadly past and enemies that want him erased. When Aria helps him, she triggers an ancient, forgotten ritual that links her soul to his-an act with consequences far beyond what either of them expected. Drawn into a hidden world of supernatural politics, feuding vampire clans, and long-buried prophecies, Aria is forced to confront truths about her family's past and powers she never knew she had. As danger closes in and her connection to Lucien grows more intense, Aria must decide who to trust and what she's willing to risk. With passion rising and old rivalries threatening to ignite a war, she and Lucien must choose between obeying fate-or defying it for a love that could destroy them both.
Chapter one:
Rain always poured heavier in the city's oldest quarter.
Aria Vale lingered under the faded awning of *Vale & Vine*, her aunt's cluttered bookshop, watching the downpour twist streetlights into hazy gold smudges. The storm muffled the usual sounds of the city-tires rolling over wet pavement in near silence, footsteps lost beneath the relentless drum of water. She tugged her coat closer, the damp chill seeping through despite the layers.
The shop had been closed for hours, but she'd stayed behind to catalog a new shipment of rare books. Her aunt was off in Florence, chasing another impulsive purchase, leaving Aria to manage things alone. Not that she minded. The quiet of the shop, with its scent of aged paper and forgotten stories, was a familiar solace. A gentle kind of enchantment. Predictable.
Until tonight.
She turned the key in the tarnished lock, the click barely audible over the rain, when movement flickered at the edge of her vision. Across the street, tucked in the narrow gap between a shuttered café and an abandoned music store, something shifted.
Not a person-something else. Too fast. Too unsteady.
A sound followed-a rough, guttural noise that didn't sound human.
Aria froze, pulse hammering. Logic told her to walk away, to call for help, to act like she hadn't seen a thing. But the noise came again, weaker this time. Agonized.
Before she could second-guess herself, she crossed the street, her boots kicking up water. As she neared the alley, the shape resolved into a man-barefoot, bruised, and slumped against the damp bricks. His clothes were drenched, streaked with rain and something darker.
"Hey-can you hear me?" she asked, voice nearly swallowed by the storm.
Nothing.
She crouched beside him, reaching out. The second her fingers grazed his shoulder, his hand snapped up and clamped around her wrist. His grip was ice-cold. Unyielding.
His eyes flew open-pale, almost metallic, and brimming with something wild. For a breathless second, she thought he might lunge at her.
Instead, his voice was a ragged whisper. "You weren't supposed to see me."
Then his body went slack again, unconscious.
Aria stared, heart pounding. Every nerve in her body told her to bolt, to forget this ever happened.
But something kept her rooted-an inexplicable pull, as if the storm itself had chosen this moment to tear apart the quiet life she knew.
She looked down at him, questions swirling.
Who *was* he?
And why did it feel like nothing would ever be the same?
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Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
It was a big day for Camilla. She looked forward to marrying her handsome groom. Unfortunately, he abandoned her at the altar. He never showed up throughout the wedding. She was made a laughingstock in front of all the guests. In a fit of rage, she went and slept with a strange man on her wedding night. It was supposed to be a one-night stand. To her dismay, the man refused to let her be. He pestered her like she had stolen his heart on that night. Camilla didn't know what to do. Should she give him a chance? Or just stay away from men?