The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

ATTENTION: This is the SECOND book of my Vampire's Pet series and cannot be read as a stand alone book. ~~~ I thought that my life had ended the day I got purchased by a blood thirsty monster. I thought that the rest of my life was going to be nothing but constant fear and suffering. But I couldn't have been more wrong. What I found was something much different. Something that I didn't even know I was looking for let alone wanted. What I found was a new beginning. A new beginning with the one I cared most for. ~~~ Cover by: @aculeasis

The plague of the witch's reign ended nearly two centuries ago, their age of power over the realm of Vytelor finally ceasing at the hands of the royal family. Throughout the eighty-year war, they managed to find the witch's weaknesses, they learned where their magic stemmed from, and with their armies strategized a way to make it end. A way to slaughter the most powerful of them, and force the rest into surrender. The Kendrick family then formulated a plan. A witch's magic is an important element with many uses, many of which the people agreed that they couldn't live without. They couldn't eradicate them completely. Spells of protection, enchantments that provide the body with warmth in snow, or sigils cast into the skin to bring luck or health. Their ability to tap into one's soul. To see one as one's most sincere self, and even go as far as reaching to discover one's soul bond, one's truest match. Such abilities couldn't go to waste regardless of the potential danger. Their use was priceless, and they had become easy enough to control under the right hand. Discipline and restraints were enough to keep their anger and vengeance from turning into anything truly harmful. Thus, the royals set out an order for containment instead. Grimoires filled with history and knowledge were collected and burned, save for a select few. Something similar happened with the witches themselves. Witches of the new generation grew up lacking knowledge of how to tap into their potential and were, from there, deemed no threat. These witches were sold off to me, no more than help in a homestead to those who could afford them. Those few that were picked and permitted to wield their magic were trained solely in the art of what the kingdom wanted them for. No more, and no less. Now was the time for Prince Elias to take his throne, but first must come to he ceremony with a witch to find who his soul's bond is. Followed by a hunt with his men to find her, and make her his Queen.