Hope is all he has left... Prince Kian is supposed to be dead. He was only 8 years old when the Dark King came into his home and slaughtered his family. Now 21, he lives in hiding, grieving the family and the kingdom both lost. With no magic left besides that of the Dark King himself, Kian's court doubts he will ever regain the crown or his family's legacy. However, all of that changes one night when a fateful encounter reveals a power great enough to start a revolution. She could be their greatest chance or their certain doom... 13 years ago, the Dark King purged all other magic wielders from Drimore. Some ran across the border to safer kingdoms. Most, however, were massacred. Zora is one of the lucky ones, she has lived deep in the forest, where magic hides a refuge for those who wield it. What isn't so lucky, is that even among refugees, she is still an outcast. Her magic, powerful and uncontrollable, is to wield death itself. The power is all-consuming and reckless, leaving her terrified to use it and giving her no choice but to live in fear of herself. This is how she has spent her whole life, until one world-shattering day.

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