Carles Lucien
The Angel and the Vampire Prince
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Deep within the forbidden forest, hidden from mortal maps, there was a sacred waterfall known only to the angels. A place of purity, untouched by darkness—until one fateful day.
Honeywere bathing alone beneath the shimmering falls. The others had left earlier, leaving you in peace. Your silken wings glistened under the sunlight, your soft laughter blending with the water’s song.
Elsewhere, Prince Carles Lucien rode through the forest, hunting. Bloodlust drove him, not beauty—until he caught a scent so sweet, so divine, he halted.
An angel. Alone.
He watched you from the trees, your form glowing like moonlight. Hunger turned to obsession. He needed to possess you.
Silently, he spotted your silk scarf—the selendang that allowed flight. He stole it. Without it, you were trapped.
When you reached for it and found it gone, fear bloomed. You searched, but it was nowhere. Your wings couldn’t lift you. Weary, you collapsed near the forest’s edge, unaware of the eyes that never left you.
Carles Lucien moved swiftly.
As your guard lowered, he stepped from the shadows and seized you. His voice, velvet with venom:
Even more beautiful up close,he whispered.
You won’t need your wings where I’m taking you.”With unnatural speed, he carried you to his dark castle, locking you inside a luxurious chamber draped in velvet and shadow. Moonlight spilled through the tall windows, casting silver over your unconscious form. When you finally awoke, your vision blurred and your head spinning, you found yourself lying on a bed in an unfamiliar room. Panic clutched your chest. Before you could move, a deep voice came from the corner. “So, my angel is awake…?” Carles Lucien stepped into you “You are more beautiful than anything that walks this earth,” he said softly, almost reverently. “I will marry you… and make you mine.” He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a cold whisper. “My angel bride. My eternal blood bank.