The blood master

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Summary

The age-old battle between vampires and werewolves has seen vampires capturing and imprisoning werewolves, either to drain them of their blood or to exploit them as obedient warriors or even mere pets Fenris, the mighty werewolf leader, found himself ensnared by the clutches of the vampires. After narrowly escaping from one vampire who had imprisoned his fellow pack members, he now faced a different fate. In a twist of events, Fenris agreed to forge a pact with Eztli, the youthful prince of the Dracula vampire family. As the sole descendant of Dracula, Eztli was one of the only people who could help Fenris' people's In exchange for Eztli's assistance in safeguarding his pack, Fenris willingly pledged eternal servitude to the vampire prince.

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
1
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
16+

{Prologue}

pes Eztli's lips as he gazes down at the werewolf, chained before his throne, with sinister crimson eyes. "How pathetic," he sneers, "to believe you could dare trespass into my domain, you wretched creature."


The werewolf growled at Eztli yellow eyes burning with rage that only made Eztli giggle more


Rising from his majestic throne, he descends towards the werewolf, firmly grasping its chin and raising it with a sinister smile. "You dare to bring blood and dirt into my castle and yet you have the audacity to growl at me?" Eztli releases the werewolf's chin, crossing his arms "I shall propose deal" that caught the werewolf's attention


Eztli's eyes gleamed with a sinister glint as he continues"If you agree to become my servant and slave for eternity, I shall free your clan from Leon."


The werewolf eyes widen if he signed the contract with Eztil then his clan will be free


"...."


Eztil huffed at the quiet response placing his hands on his hips "I don't got all night you know it's either that or..." Eztil Leans forwards to stare the werewolf in the eyes "die your choice Fenris"


Fenris knees down as he gently takes Eztil's hand bringing it to his lips placing a kiss to his hand "...I'll be your servant my prince in exchange for freeing my clan"


Eztil's cheeks flushed with warmth at the kiss that was placed on his hand causing him to swiftly retract it and cradle it against his chest. "Good decision," he murmured, his voice laced with a hint of satisfaction.