Vampire Short Dramas

I was dying, but honestly? Death felt like mercy. As a vampire, I should have been immortal. But at six years old, I'd made a deal with a demon, gambling my fate on "true love"—if three times I failed to win the heart of the one I loved, the demon would claim my soul. Just when I thought death was certain, I got pregnant. Morag, the demon, showed rare mercy, promising to wait until I gave birth. But at eight months, my husband sneered about removing the "bastard." My brother didn't even flinch as he sliced open my belly. My parents cursed that I deserved it—all to save my sister Lycia, who'd somehow "returned from the dead." The day they cut my child out, not one tear. Not for me. So why, after I died, were they all on their knees at my grave, sobbing?

On her 18th birthday banquet, Selina, the heiress of a legendary vampire hunter clan, is offered as a peace offering by her own father to Lucien, the cold, bloodthirsty Vampire Emperor. She would rather die than submit. She bites his lip to draw blood and draw a line between them at their wedding, climbs out the castle window at midnight in a desperate escape, and even drives a dagger toward his heart when he is consumed by desire. But Lucien is determined to tame this thorny rose. He imprisons her in his ancient castle, tears apart the deadly siren for her, stands his entire vampire clan, and refuses to let go even when she wounds him. The blood bond ties the fates of these two mortal enemies inextricably together. The more she tries to run, the more her body betrays her, pulling her irresistibly toward him. Dark currents swirl beneath the castle's stone walls, and deadly dangers lurk in the shadows. Will this forbidden love born of possession end in bitter betrayal or all-consuming surrender?

I was his most obedient blood slave. When he needed strength, I offered my blood; when he was irritable, I endured his temper. Even when he held his new lover and prepared for their wedding, I stayed silent at his feet. He thought I was born to bow, never realizing the poison hidden deep in my veins—the poison meant to end him. And when he bit into my skin for the final time, what he drank wasn’t power but his own doom. As his bloodline collapsed before my eyes, he finally fell to his knees, trembling, begging me for mercy. I only looked at him and smiled. He never understood—I was never his plaything. I was merely waiting for the right moment to take my revenge.