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

30 year old Bastian Smith died and reincarnated in a different body in a word different from earth. The body he was in was that of a 12 year old noble boy. Bastian was at a loss. This new body however had a dragon looking tattoo on his chest. When he touched it something strange occurred. A powerful voice resounded in his mind. "To the owner of the titans mark be warned. You shall bear great power but u also bear a curse. Anyone who bears this mark is a child of I the great Ambevilius , emperor of all that is under the heavens. The first to slay or subdue 1000 mark bearers shall become my successor. This is not a destiny you can escape so fight in the name of my glory!" At this moment the memories belonging to this body merged with his. This was the sovereign continent, a place were only the strong are just! Bastian began his long and adventurous journey... To earn the right to sit on the Titans Throne! Three chapters a week for the moment. Please vote ;) Highest rank so far #23 in Fantasy and 14 in Strategy