Vampire Queen

Vampire Queen

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Oct 8, 2017
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Paranormal
Callidora is the next heir to the throne. The night if her crowning something happened and she had to flea her castle and leave her father in the hands of danger. She was taken to the Vampire Academy where she would be safe. But could she really be safe? She finds herself in more trouble there than anywhere else. Can she survive this school and uncover the secrets that lay dormant within the school? Or will someone find her and kill her without hesitation?
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Theia, Queen of the North, ruled with a composure as refined as it was ruthless. Whispers of her name drifted through the kingdom like winter's breath, sharp, unrelenting, and impossible to ignore. She was something far more dangerous, a ruler forged in frost and blood, whose mercy was seldom granted and never expected. Lamia arrived as nothing more than a whisper of misfortune, rescued from a life of cruelty best left buried and delivered into service within the palace walls. Unwanted, unseen, and achingly alone, she knew better than to draw attention, especially from a Queen whose favor could elevate or destroy with a single glance. But courts are treacherous places, where power is a game and hearts are liabilities. For beneath the Queen's polished restraint lies a storm not easily tamed, and Lamia, fragile yet unbroken, may be the only one who dares to stand within it. In a kingdom where loyalty is fleeting and the past never loosens its grip, one truth lingers... Even the most graceful courts are built upon blood.

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