Once, she poured wine and wiped the crimson stains from her master’s lips. She was nothing but a servant in a house of immortals, silent, unseen, and forgotten. But the night came when power shifted… and the blood she once served became her own.
Now, the lady they called a slave rules the ancient coven. Her eyes burn with the fire of vengeance. Her fangs carry the mark of destiny. She is no longer a shadow in the halls; she is the storm that commands them all.
The Vampire Lady has risen.









