Valmont the Vampire Prince: Throne of Blood

By Pet TorreS

Valmont is a boy when sees his mother killed by people in this village. As an orphan he grows up with the help of Mrs. Dora and her daughter Aphrodite.
Valmont is grateful to them and his life will have more meaning after the discovery of his first love.
As the years pass by, he starts dreaming of blood, a strange man and a throne of blood.
He doesn’t know he is a prince. Not just any prince, but a vampire prince...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pet TorreS
• Release date: Jul 10, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310693052

Pet TorreS

Pet TorreS is the pseudonym created by the author with the initials of her real name and surname.The author is a young woman who was born in the interior of Rio de Janeiro. She attended the Fashion Design faculty.However, Pet TorreS has been writing novels since she was 10 years old. In 2008 alone, she decided to pursue her career as a self-published author and expose to the world her beautiful love stories.One of your dreams is to be eternalized by her works.Pet TorreS is also a porter of Rheumatoid Arthritis and Lupus. She came to discover it just a few years ago and these illnesses have shaken up her daily routine to continue writing beautiful novels.

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Prologue

Valmont is a boy when sees his mother killed by people in this village. As an orphan he grows up with the help of Mrs. Dora and her daughter Aphrodite.

Valmont is grateful to them and his life will have more meaning after the discovery of his first love.

As the years pass by, he starts dreaming of blood, a strange man and a throne of blood.

He doesn’t know he is a prince. Not just any prince, but a vampire prince…

Chapter 1

VALMONT

Darkness Village

1890

I was born in 1890 in a village called Darkness. Don’t ask me why because even now I don’t know why my village had that name.

But I want to change the subject. I want talk about my mother.

My mother was a witch and due to that her end was terrible. I remember it as if it were yesterday.

I was just a boy of seven. My mother was very young. She had long, black hair which almost reached her waist. Her eyes were as black as night. My mother really was a beautiful woman.

Many women in our village would look at her every time she passed by. She didn’t want any of them to look at her as she passed them but they always stared.

It was a Friday night. The people were dancing near the fire. They looked very contented. I was nearby playing with some other children in the village.

Our fun was found playing hide-and-seek. That was so much fun.

Some minutes later, the people in the village stopped dancing. Men stopped drinking their beverages.

It was at this moment that the village leader shouted at everybody to listen. He stopped in the centre of the village, holding his dagger toward my mother’s face. I stopped playing and ran over to them. I could see that my mother was being held by the hands of two men. She fought to break away from them, but nothing worked.

Leave my mother alone! I shouted at them.

I began to run towards them but in this moment I was caught by my shirt collar and lifted up into the air. My face met the man’s face. He said to me with mockery, This brat wants to save his mom. He smiled at me with his golden teeth.

Put me down! I screamed at him, quite annoyed and frustrated. My feet shook under my legs. Mom! Mom!

Your mother must die, little boy, the man said as he pointed his dagger in the direction of my mother. She is a prostitute!

Please! Don’t do it! Please! I screamed.

I glanced around me and saw everyone there shouting loudly, Kill her! That woman is a prostitute! She shames our village!

Heeding their calls, the leader raised his dagger with more courage. You all want me to kill this prostitute?

They all shouted back, YES! YES! KILL HER!

I turned my head away at the same time as I heard my mother’s shouts. Seconds later, she became silent, her blood sliding down her neck as the dagger was thrust into it. She fell to the ground, breathless.

The man put me on the ground. I immediately ran to my mother, bowed over her body and I embraced her strongly but she was lifeless. They had killed her.

My cries lasted the whole night.

Now I was a motherless little boy.

Chapter 2

VALMONT

All the people in that village denied me help. I lived alone in my house. I walked through the rooms but all my eyes could see was so lifeless. I felt the absence of my mother deeply. I marched to her room and saw her bed was empty. Her things were the same as she had left them before her death.

I sat down near her bed and began to weep. I felt completely lost in this world. What would a child of seven do now?

Oh my God, I am lost. I am in this world by myself with no-one to look after me.

My head rose as soon as I heard the front door of my house opening. Someone was entering my house. I had no idea who it could be. But I paid special attention to the steps that were approaching my mother’s room. Soon I stared up towards the door and saw a little girl with long, purple hair.

Aphrodite! I exclaimed. What are you doing here?

She moved toward the bed and sat down.

I am worried about you.

She smiled at me, but I remained serious. I turned my gaze to the side.

I am sorry for your mother, she said.

They were cruel to her, I responded.

To you too. Her hand reached over to my head. See? Now you are on your own and you are just a little boy.

At this moment, I glanced around the room. Aphrodite made good sense; I was just a little boy that had no father and no mother. My life was severely interrupted at the moment of my mother’s death. I was only a child and so many around me had no compassion.

My mother said you can live with us, Aphrodite said.

Live with you? I was taken aback.

Yeah, you can live with me in my house. She smiled again,