The Vampire King's Contract Bride

The Vampire King's Contract Bride

Nikoline Black

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Married by blood. Bound by fate. Hunted by darkness. When Clara Duskgrave awakens from a haunting dream to find a crimson ring on her finger and a blood pact etched into her soul, she realizes she's no longer just a college girl-she's the bride of the Vampire King. Alaric Vexmoor is powerful, ruthless, and terrifyingly alluring. Their bond is sealed by an ancient Crimson Sigil, and within Clara stirs a forbidden child-the Bloodmarked Heir prophesied to awaken both salvation and ruin. But Clara is not just prey. As whispers of cursed villages, forbidden rituals, and the secret war between blood orders unfold, she must uncover the truth behind her ghostbound lineage and the real reason she was chosen. Can she survive the vampire court, protect the child within, and resist falling for the dark creature who calls her his queen? Perfect for fans of gothic romance, dark magic, vampire kings, and slow-burn fated love with a dangerous edge.

Chapter 1 The Crimson Bond

I woke again at exactly 1 a.m.

For the seventh night in a row.

In my dreams, a presence descended-cold, spectral, a whisper in the dark. A chill that was not of this world wrapped around me, not as a touch, but as a weight, an imprint left on the air where something unseen had passed.

I couldn't move. No matter how hard I tried to scream or resist, I remained trapped-fully aware, wholly helpless-as fear bled into something darker, more profound.

Then... a voice.

Deep, ancient, and devastatingly calm.

"Don't be afraid. It will be over soon."

A profound chill swept through me-not pain, but a deep, unsettling cold, as if my very essence was being gently, irrevocably altered. My senses blurred, and just before unconsciousness took me, I heard a sigh beside my ear.

A sigh filled with... grief? Regret?

That was the beginning. Of what, I didn't yet understand. Only that it wouldn't end anytime soon.

******

My name is Clara. Clara Duskgrave.

Heir to a cursed bloodline-descendants of those who once offered their daughters to the Crimson Court in exchange for survival.

They say I carry a key in my blood.

Not a key to power.

A key to obedience.

And now, the one I was promised to... has come to collect.

I am his bride.

But more than anything-

I am a sacrifice.

From that night on, the dreams came often, dragging me into a world of blood and shadow, where pain lingered long after I woke.

My father called it the Crimson Bond-a blood pact sealed between a virgin and an immortal of the night. In their words, it was an ancient vampire rite, older than the Roman gods, forbidden by most clans but still whispered in dark corners of the world.

My family wasn't what most would have called normal.

We lived at the edge of society-just far enough to avoid questions, just close enough to remain useful.

Over the generations, the Duskgraves had dealt in things that most people feared:

Pathologists, morticians, relic hunters, and spiritual "consultants."

My father, being the eldest son, had inherited the family's not-so-small antique business-a front, really, for sourcing and reselling "objects of unease."

Artifacts soaked in sorrow. Jewelry that whispered. Mirrors that never reflected quite right.

Duskgrave. Grave by name, grave by nature.

Sometimes, I wondered if my great-grandfather really had crawled out of a crypt one night and decided to start a family.

That would have explained a lot.

Especially why I had turned out to be the one cursed the most.

The year I was born, something shifted.

Death swept through our family like a cold wind in a sealed crypt.

Not everyone died-but the ones who mattered most did. The strong. The promising. The ones who still carried the family's blood duties in their bones.

My great-grandfather never explained it fully. He only said that the Duskgrave name had drawn too much attention. That we had broken an old balance-one forged in blood and sealed long before any of us were born.

The night of my birth, the sky cracked open. Thunder roared. A flash flood destroyed the only bridge connecting our village to the city.

My mother gave birth at home, surrounded by candlelight, soaked in stormlight.

I cried. The moment I did, my great-grandfather found something on the family altar.

A ring.

Deep red. Smooth and warm like living flesh. It glowed faintly, pulsing-like it remembered something.

No one knew where it came from.

My great-grandfather just stared at it, then sighed and whispered, "It has returned."

I was sixteen when they brought me to the cellar beneath the old Duskgrave estate.

Not a cellar, really.

It was a crypt-once belonging to a forgotten noble family, hollowed out centuries ago and sealed in stone and silence.

In the center of that chamber stood a sarcophagus, carved from obsidian and lined with crimson velvet.

That was my bridal bed.

The ritual took place on a blood moon.

The wine was laced with ash.

The vows were unspoken.

They called it a joining.

I called it a curse.

But afterward, the house grew quiet. The shadows that had lingered over my family began to lift. Death no longer knocked on our doors.

And so, my role as the offering-the living key-was confirmed.

I survived the ceremony. Barely.

But survival came at a cost. I was never the same.

My family looked at me like I had brought something back with me. Something cold. Something that stared back through my eyes.

The ring still hung from my neck-the same one that had appeared the night I was born.

They said it was a gift from the one who claimed me that night.

No one expected me to live through the binding.

A bloodbound bride was meant to die and return as something else.

But I lived.

I bled. I screamed. I changed.

But I never died.

After the binding, my father brought me back from the ancestral manor to live with him and my brother in the city.

On the surface, life was quiet-almost normal.

But every night, I woke up drenched in sweat and silence, choking on dreams that felt too vivid to be dreams.

My brother, a med student with a logical mind, kept asking questions I couldn't answer.

"What happened that night, Clara?"

He thought he was being clinical. But even he couldn't say the words.

Because how do you explain being claimed by something no longer human?

The nightmares worsened.

They didn't just visit-they lingered. I'd jolt awake with tears on my cheeks and the taste of iron on my tongue.

And yet, the next night, it would all begin again.

The cold.

The hands.

The voice.

The touch no longer felt dreamlike. It was too real. Too practiced.

I knew those fingers-how they mapped every inch of me with the same unsettling reverence a collector might have for a fragile artifact.

His hands roamed slowly-possessively-along my ribs, my waist, my hips.

I froze. Not in fear, but in dread.

That night two years ago had carved something into my body.

I could feel its echo in every breath, every shiver.

"Clara," he whispered, his voice like velvet dragged over ice.

"My wife."

He wasn't hurried. He didn't need to be.

Every movement was calculated-cold, controlled, consuming.

I tensed as his hands slid lower, brushing places that still remembered the first time he'd taken me-bruised me-changed me.

His body pressed against mine, his touch glacial and invasive.

There was no warmth.

There never had been.

Just that voice again, dark and steady against the shell of my ear.

"You still fear me?"

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The Vampire King's Contract Bride
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Chapter 1 The Crimson Bond

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Chapter 2 Echoes in My Skin

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Chapter 3 Crimson Sigil Ring

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Chapter 4 A Blood-bound Bride

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Chapter 5 The Crimson Mask

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Chapter 6 The Wedding Dress from Hell

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Chapter 7 Sealed In, Secrets Out

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Chapter 8 Veil of Flesh and Blood

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Chapter 9 The Blood-Touched Heels

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Chapter 10 No One Walks Away

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Chapter 11 The Crimson Lord Strikes

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Chapter 12 The Family Kneels

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Chapter 13 The Thing in the Last Stall

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Chapter 14 Between Terror and Light

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Chapter 15 Cold Eyes, Warmer Lies

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Chapter 16 The Wandering Crimson Mask

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Chapter 17 His Words Were Law

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Chapter 18 The Girl and the Bodies

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Chapter 19 Echoes in the Cursed Chamber

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Chapter 20 Whispered Warnings at Midnight

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Chapter 21 The Bloodcaster

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Chapter 22 Ritual of Ash and Ruin

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Chapter 23 A Visit to Granny Grime

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Chapter 24 My Mother Was No Ordinary Woman

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Chapter 25 The Compass Knows

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Chapter 26 Whispers of Possession

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Chapter 27 You Are Being Watched

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Chapter 28 A Transaction in Shadows

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Chapter 29 The Door Opens for Blood

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Chapter 30 Shadows and Shame

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Chapter 31 The Whisper Beneath the Icebox

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Chapter 32 The Unborn Ward

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Chapter 33 The Ones Who Came for Me

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Chapter 34 Beneath the Moon, Beneath His Mercy

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Chapter 35 Born of Blood, Promised to Night

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Chapter 36 Behind the Mask, Beneath the Skin

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Chapter 37 The Blood That Would Not Fade

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Chapter 38 Crimson Stains, Fading Echoes

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Chapter 39 The Crimson Shadow Within

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Chapter 40 The Number He Never Forgot

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