Lonely Vampire Princess

Author: Yao Ji · An
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Publish Date: 2006-01-01
Features: A story of a vampire, yet when it comes to the essence of life, perhaps all rivers flow to the sea. No matter which path one chooses, whether human or ghost, loneliness is inevitable. A story of a vampire, yet when it comes to the essence of life, perhaps all rivers flow to the sea. No matter which path one chooses, whether human or ghost, loneliness is inevitable. Completely subverting the traditional fantasy novel style, blending it with romantic elements, with the elegance and charm of an Eastern lady standing amidst the gloomy terror, rivaling Western works like Interview with the Vampire,. Truly an exceptional classic vampire legend. After being serialized on Jinfeng Originals, the novel garnered a flood of long reviews from readers. In just a few short days, it climbed to the monthly rankings, and halfway through the serialization, over 10,000 comments and replies were posted, with over a million clicks. Fans became obsessed, eagerly waiting for updates, unable to stop reading. An has remained at the top of the monthly and half-year rankings on Jinfeng and other literary websites, praised for her captivating plot design and straightforward yet skillful writing style, earning her a large fan base online.
On one day, as I walked straight through St. Mark's Square, the wind swept up my black, blue-tinted hair, flowing down like a heavy stream over my shoulders. The gazes of the people around me followed me step by step, and I sighed slightly. How long had I been here? When the golden-haired, blue-eyed handsome boys no longer held charm, the days in Venice grew a bit tedious, and I began to long for China. In truth, the origin of my current self was in China. That year, I was sixteen. Innocent and carefree, cherished by my parents like a precious gem, I was beautiful, proud, noble, and confident, always believing that everything in the world would automatically submit to my feet. So when that man stood before me, his teasing smile instantly ignited my anger. He was a pale, handsome man with a somber gaze, dressed in strange clothes, moving with an undeniable air of. He looked at me not with astonishment, but with contemplation.
"You are truly a beautiful woman," he studied me closely, sighing and shaking his head. "Unfortunately, one day you will also grow old and lose your charm." How dare someone dare to humiliate me like this! This wasn't just an insult—it struck a nerve. I couldn't stand it anymore and swung a whip at him. It wasn't until much later that I understood the price of that whip.
The long whip swept across his face, the tip curling as it struck his skin, leaving a blood mark. Yet in an instant, the mark vanished. "Monster!" His attendants shouted in alarm. In the chaos, someone reached out and pulled me: "Princess, we must flee quickly." I stood frozen, unable to believe it, my eyes fixed on him. Monster? Was this really how it was? Across from me, he reached out. His long, strong arms moved like a gentle breeze across the land. With just a light touch, my guards collapsed, spitting blood, the rest even more terrified, abandoning me to flee for their lives. He reached out again, this time toward me.