The Vampire Kingdom-often called Monster Alley-stood as a dark and feared domain. It was the year 1253, deep in the Early Medieval Era, where the world was ancient, and the air reeked of timeworn traditions.
Astro, the vampire prince, was the son of Dracula. His mother had long since decayed before his birth, leaving him with no memory of her. His father never spoke of her, leaving a void he never filled. Cold, enigmatic, and shrouded in mystery, Astro was a vampire unknown to most, even within his own kingdom.
The human village beyond the kingdom's borders had long known of vampires, thanks to Dracula and his late wife. They despised them, slaughtering any they encountered without hesitation. Yet, despite their courage, fear still gripped them. High gates and vigilant guards surrounded their village, and none could leave unless they were knights or messengers sent by the king to venture into the forest.
Astro had never sunk his fangs into a human before-not out of mercy, but because the village was too well-protected. Instead, he had been raised on chicken blood, a meager substitute that merely kept him alive.
That was until one fateful night when a human girl wandered into the forest by accident-
And changed his life forever.
All I ever wanted was to disappear.
Keep my head down, keep quiet, and let the world pass me by. Invisible was safe. Invisible meant no one could hurt me again.
But fate doesn't care about quiet girls who want to stay forgotten.
One reckless day-one stupid, accidental collision-and I shattered my peace. Straight into Nicholas, the golden devil of Blackthorn University. One of them. The four untouchable kings who rule this place with charming smiles and cruel hearts.
He looked at me like he'd seen a ghost. Like he wanted to unravel me.
Now my name is on their lips, my secrets are under their eyes, and my life isn't mine anymore. Nicholas wants answers. His friends want a game. And I... I can't tell if I'm terrified or fascinated.
Because monsters don't always wear masks.
Sometimes, they wear perfection-and they make you want to sin.
And maybe, just maybe... I'll let them.