Shattering My Sister's Vampire Queen Dreams

In my previous life, on the day my sister and I attended the Witch Covenant's mating ceremony, I saved a fallen vampire prince.

To repay my debt, the prince, upon returning to his clan, immediately declared that I would be his future bride.

A year later, I gave birth to a pureblood heir—the only successor of the entire vampire lineage.

The prince was overjoyed. On the day of his coronation as King, he sealed a blood bond with me, declaring me his eternal companion and queen. From that moment, I was revered by all races.

My sister, meanwhile, chose a powerful werewolf Alpha, only to fade into obscurity as one among his many lovers. Her jealousy of me spiraled into madness. During a full-moon ritual held by the witches, she pushed me into an abyss, leaving me to die from the fall.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw her running toward the direction of the vampire prince's misfortune on the very day of the mating ceremony. I knew then: she, too, had been reborn.

But what she didn't realize was this—becoming the prince's bride was easy. Winning his heart, bearing his child, now that was as impossible as climbing to the heavens.

A witch's power is born of desire—an ancient law etched into our bloodline.

Once a witch comes of age, the magic within her begins to surge and churn, desperate to bond with a powerful mate to regain its balance. Without that union, the long nights ahead will consume her, the untamed magic devouring its host from within.

Fearing that we might seek pleasure recklessly and invite disaster, the Elders of the Covenant decreed that the first duty of every newly adult witch is to choose a suitable partner—an alliance meant to strengthen our ties with other races.

Today, we had just arrived at the sacred altar and barely had time to study the diverse males gathered before us when the girl beside me nudged my arm.

"I saw your sister, Ella, on the way here. She kept running toward the Shadow Forest, and no one could stop her. Is she not joining the ceremony?"

The moment she spoke, everything clicked into place.

It seemed I wasn't the only one reborn. My dear sister had returned from our previous life as well.

And the way she rushed toward the Shadow Forest… no doubt she was chasing her dream of becoming the vampire queen this time.

Before I could respond, a sudden chill swept through the hall. Outside, dark clouds smothered the sky.

In an instant, gloom swallowed the day as several magnificent black‑and‑gold carriages—drawn by nightmare beasts—descended from above. A contingent of vampire envoys stepped forward to announce the prince's decree.

My heart tightened. From past experience, I knew exactly what this meant: Prince Alexus had arrived to claim his so‑called "lifesaving savior."

In my previous life, my sister intentionally made things difficult for me, ordering me into the Shadow Forest to pick moonlight blossoms for her.