Married to the vampire prince,claimed by the dragon hieress

Chapter 1 – The Night of Blood The city never slept. Neon lights flickered like restless eyes, and rain slicked streets reflected them in broken shards. For Elias, this was just another night of running. Running from the shadows. Running from a truth he didn’t understand. Running from the people who wanted him dead before he even had the chance to live. He pulled his hoodie tighter around his face, ducking into the mouth of an alley. The stench of garbage mixed with the metallic tang of blood. He wasn’t sure if it came from the rats fighting over scraps nearby…or from him. His palm throbbed where the knife had cut him, but the wound wasn’t normal. Blood shouldn’t glow. Yet his did. The thin line across his skin shimmered faintly, pulsing like liquid fire. He clenched his fist, stuffing it into his pocket. If anyone saw it—if the wrong people smelled it—he was finished. “Where are you, little hybrid?” a voice hissed from the rooftops. Elias froze. His lungs refused to move. That voice didn’t belong to the police, or to the street gangs he’d stolen from last week. This was something far older, something that knew his name when he didn’t even know himself. A shadow detached itself from the edge of the roof and landed silently in the alley. The man—if he could even be called that—was tall, draped in black, eyes gleaming a deep crimson. A vampire. Elias’s chest tightened. He’d seen enough to know what those things could do, but this one wasn’t attacking. Not yet. “You shouldn’t be here,” Elias muttered, backing away until his shoulders hit the brick wall. The vampire tilted his head, as if amused. “On the contrary. You shouldn’t be here. Do you have any idea what runs through your veins?” Elias’s stomach knotted. He shook his head, but the vampire chuckled softly, baring perfect white teeth. “Your blood sings,” he whispered. “Werewolf strength. Vampire fire. Dragon rage. The perfect blend. Do you know how long we’ve searched for you?” Before Elias could reply, a low growl rumbled from the other end of the alley. A figure stepped out of the shadows, leather coat flaring as she moved. Her eyes burned golden, her presence fierce and commanding. “Back off, Leviticus,” she spat. “He’s not yours.” The vampire hissed, retreating a step. “Mafia princess. How convenient. Do you think your family’s casinos and nightclubs can protect him from what he is?” The girl ignored him, eyes locking on Elias. “Come with me if you want to live.” Elias’s heart hammered. Both of them looked like predators—one with cold elegance, the other with raw, dangerous fire. And both of them were here for him. He shook his head wildly. “I don’t even know who you people are! Just—leave me alone!” But the vampire’s lips curved into a cruel smile. “You’ll learn soon enough. When the prophecy unfolds, you’ll beg for our help.” And with a blur of motion, he vanished into the night, leaving only the faint trace of bloodlust behind. The girl approached carefully, her movements sharp but not hostile. She couldn’t have been more than nineteen, maybe twenty. Hair like fire, eyes like molten gold, the aura of someone who’d never known weakness. “You’re Elias, right?” she asked. He hesitated. “…How do you know my name?” “Because the whole city knows about you now,” she said. “Every clan, every court, every pack. You’re the Hybrid King. The one from the prophecy.” Elias’s mouth went dry. King? Prophecy? This had to be a mistake. He was nobody—a runaway kid who slept in subway stations and stole food when he had to. Not a king. Not a savior. Not anything. “You’ve got the wrong person,” he whispered. She stepped closer, lowering her voice. “No. I don’t. I saw your blood.” Her gaze flicked to his pocket. “Glowing, isn’t it?” Elias’s stomach dropped. Before he could answer, a deafening explosion shook the ground. The far end of the alley burst into flames, and a chorus of inhuman roars filled the air. Dark shapes swarmed forward—men with twisted faces, eyes gleaming like predators. Not vampires. Not werewolves. Something worse. The girl cursed, pulling a dagger from her belt. “They found us. Move!” Elias stumbled back. “What are they?” “Hunters,” she snapped, slashing at the first one that lunged at her. The creature fell, but two more replaced it instantly. “Not human. Not clan. Just monsters who’ll tear you apart because of what you are!” The alley became chaos. Screams, fire, blood. Elias’s pulse thundered, his vision blurring as adrenaline took over. He wanted to run, to escape, but something inside him snapped. His skin burned, his chest felt like it was splitting open. The glow from his hand spread up his arm, racing across his veins like fire. The girl stared at him in shock. “It’s awakening…” Elias screamed as light burst from his body. The monsters froze, shrieking as the energy slammed into them like a shockwave. Their bodies turned to ash, scattering in the wind. The alley fell silent. Breathing hard, Elias stared at his hands. The glow slowly faded, but the memory of it—raw power, unchained and terrifying—remained. The girl approached, her expression unreadable. “You can’t run anymore,” she said softly. “Your blood has chosen. And now…so will everyone else.” Before Elias could respond, a voice echoed from the rooftops above. Cold, commanding, full of authority. “Bring him to me.” Elias’s head snapped up. The vampire from before wasn’t alone this time. Dozens of red eyes stared down from the rooftops, surrounding the alley.