Prologue: Victor Aldrich

Fuck.

What should I do to satisfy my father? I had been training my combat skills for two bloody hours. I received neither a compliment nor a praise. It was all curses and beatings.

If only I could eat him alive to end my misery, but my mother would be upset.

In fact, my mother and I are superior when it comes to strength and ability. You know why? My father is a pureblood vampire while my mother and I are a frost dragon.

In the world of Zemoria, where supernatural creatures like me are found, many Terrans (the humans) often wonder. How does a vampire breed? Aren't they dead?

Don't believe other people's made-up stories. The vampires here are alive. They do not burn or glitter under the sun.

Are they a disco ball?

Here I was, sprawled on the floor, covered in wounds and blood. I should be in pain, but I made a huge mistake laughing at the ridiculous image in my head: a glittering vampire hanging on the ceiling.

"Victor!"

Suddenly, my father kicked me hard in the stomach. I flung across the other end of the training room and hit the wall, leaving a huge fucking crater.

I coughed out blood.

He scolded me.

"How many times have I told you not to show any emotions! Focus on your bloody training!"

Allow me to clarify. My father is at an advantage only if we're in human or semi form. His speed is unparalleled. One wrong move, your head is gone.

I pushed myself off the wall and glared at my unscathed father. His tunic and black leather pants remained unsoiled despite the rigorous training. Looking at his perfect apperance annoyed my very core that my fists began shaking. People would often comment on his macho body and long black hair that reached his waist. He could easily land a job as a shampoo model, they said.

Me? I'm just a handsome lizard.

"Give me a fucking break!" I punched the cracked wall right next to me and it got bigger.

In a blink of an eye, my father was right in front of me. He wrapped his cold fingers around my neck and lifted me up in the air like a doll. I held his arm. I was choking and losing air really quick. Not this again!

"Prince . . . Victor . . . Aldrich." He tightened his grip around my neck. "Let me remind you one last time. You are the only heir and the next king of the Aldrich Clan. Why are you so weak and fragile? You disappoint me."

I clenched my jaw. I'm just a twenty-four year old dragon. Why does he treat me like this?

Cruel and merciless.

My bruises and wounds were healing slowly, like a vampire, as I fought the urge to shift into my semi form. Even if I wanted to transform into a dragon, our warlock servants had put up a powerful anti-transformation spell inside the castle (which was common in both public and private establishments).

I knew my father was waiting for this moment so I cast a quick spell. A thick ice javelin shot out beneath us in the speed of light. It stabbed his stomach and drilled through the other side. He neither flinched nor removed the ice from his body. He just looked at me, with a proud smile, as the blood dripped out and stained the floor.

"Excellent. You may take your rest, my dear son."

He let me go.

I dropped on the floor.

Fuck.