I didn't always want to be king.
In fact, most of my life was hidden in fear, clinging to palace shadows, stabbing my fangs into necks for human blood. I, Elijah Velmarren, was the crown prince of Thera, a kingdom hostile to vampires and magical beings known as the Elnarhyte. But I had a terrifying, monstrous secret of my own: I was turned into a vampire when I was eight years old.
My artistic passion and outlawed friend, Meala, were barely enough to numb the pain when I killed someone I loved. I needed my family to believe I was just like them, lest they kill me in the square. But when an incident led me to the Elnarhyte's hidden, magical world, I learned that they were not the creatures my father led me to believe. Except when Isagore, the vampire that created me and haunted my dreams, returned, everything shattered. When there was no escaping the throne, I was forced to see humans for what they really are: a plague. Many people in my present day call me a villain.
But perhaps villains are just heroes with hearts made of glass... and fire