Married To The Vampire God ;The Bride Of Darkness
She was never meant to marry a god. Especially not the Vampire God.
For nineteen years, Roseline lived under strange, suffocating rules:
Never go out at night. Never wear colorful clothes. Never attract attention.
In the quiet town of Techny, tales of vampires were whispered in fear—ancient myths meant to scare children.
But for Roseline, those tales were warnings. Warnings she never fully understood… until the night they came for her.
Born under the Blood Moon, she was marked from birth—destined to become the bride of the Vampire God, a cursed fate sealed in blood and shadow.
Dragged into a world of eternal night, Roseline finds herself trapped in a royal, sinister court, married to a darkly powerful being with red eyes, a dangerous aura, and secrets older than time.
He is cruel.
He is cold.
He is irresistibly beautiful.
And now, he owns her.
But Roseline is no ordinary bride. As she unravels the truth about her heritage, the vampires’ curse, and the reason her parents have been in comas for thirteen years, she discovers a power within her that could shatter both realms.
Caught between a love she never asked for, a past drenched in betrayal, and a destiny darker than she imagined, Roseline must choose:
Surrender to the Vampire God…
Or become the Queen who rewrites fate itself.
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Excerpt:
The grand hall buzzed with music, laughter, and elegance—but Rosaline felt like an invisible ghost among the glittering nobles, just another waitress carrying wine on a silver tray.
Until fate, cruel and twisted, decided to strike.
As she reached one of the most luxurious tables in the room, her heel slipped on the polished floor. The tray tilted, the wine surged, and in a blink, the deep red liquid splashed across the expensive suit of the most intimidating man she'd ever seen. The goblet shattered. She crashed to the ground with a gasp, heart slamming against her chest.
The music stopped. Conversations died.
All eyes turned.
Rosaline’s breath hitched as she scrambled to her knees. “I-I’m so sorry, sir…” she whispered, head bowed in shame.
He rose slowly from his seat—Prince Stefan, the empire’s most powerful noble, though Rosaline didn’t know that. All she knew was that he smelled of wealth, power… and something dangerously otherworldly. His eyes— black, piercing, unreadable—locked onto her like a predator studying prey.
He was magnetic. Regal. And terrifyingly silent.
Everyone expected him to shout, to demand her job, her punishment.
But instead, he tilted his head. His gaze trailed across her face… then down to the soft skin of her neck, where a faded birthmark peeked out—shaped like a crescent moon.
The mark.
His breath caught. His expression shifted.
She was the one.
The bride of the Vampire God.
The girl bound to him by blood, fate… and a curse centuries old.
Kavin nudged him, trying to snap him out of his daze, but Stefan couldn’t look away.
“You…” he murmured, his voice low, smooth like dark velvet, “...you’ve grown into someone far more captivating than I expected.”
Rosaline blinked, confused. She didn’t know why he looked at her like that. She didn’t know who he really was. But something in his gaze made her chest flutter.
He took a step closer. Close enough for her to feel the heat rolling off his body. The way he looked at her made her skin tingle—like he was peeling back her soul.
“Tell me, beautiful,” he said, lips curling into a teasing smile, “would you go on a date with me… and save yourself from losing this job?”
Gasps echoed again.
A date? With him?
Rosaline’s heart threatened to jump out of her chest.
Who was this man really?
And why did her heart feel like it was being claimed by something ancient and forbidden?
