Blood Crown Trilogy

It began in the late 1500’s, when a strange sickness spread across Europe and Asia. Villages spoke of a plague—one that did not behave as any illness known to man. Those afflicted did not wither, nor did their bodies rot. Instead, their bodies… stilled.

Their hearts slowed to an imperceptible rhythm, their skin grew pale and cold, and their hunger sharpened into something completely unnatural. What the world back then believed to be disease was, in fact, a curse.

A curse that can be traced back to seven noblemen of power and influence who, in their search for more power, committed an unspeakable act against a witch of immense strength. In her final moments, she did not cry nor did she beg for mercy, but cursed them. Not with death… but with something far crueler.

Their blood.

Before the witch’s eyes her curse took root within them, spreading through their veins like black rot beneath the skin. She heard as their hearts ceased to beat and yet they did not die. They remained suspended between life and death—undying, unaging, and bound to an insatiable thirst for blood.

But the curse did not affect all vampires equally. From those original seven men came seven bloodlines—each carrying a distinct mark of the curse. Their eyes, once human, became reflections of their lineage, each bloodline bearing a different color as a sign of its origin and power.

But not all who were turned survived the transformation. Many perished, their bodies rejecting the curse entirely. Only those deemed strong enough by the blood itself endured.

Among them rose one above all others, Patriarch Petar Iacari. It was his bloodline that proved the most stable… the most powerful. Those who bore his mark carried eyes of fiery amber—a sign not only of survival, but of dominion. They were bestowed the ability to walk in the sunlight, but the curse only allowed them to sire one other in their lifetime.

All other bloodlines did not share in these abilities but were able to sire multiple progeny, and as centuries passed, siring more than one became a taboo.

Under Petar Iacari, the cursed were no longer scattered monsters; they had become a society, and a hierarchy was formed. Laws were written, and from chaos, the foundations of the modern vampire world were built.

As centuries passed, some bloodlines strengthened and some… faded. Now, in the present age, that legacy rests in the hands of the Iacari line.

With Queen Serafina upon the throne… and Daniella, her chosen heir.

This is the history left to me, preserved through a line nearly erased from history. I am Emilia Deveraux—descendant of the witch whose death reshaped their world. This is the truth as it was kept, nothing more and nothing less.