

Bound to the Vampire's Heir
eGlobalCreative · Completed · 55.8k Words
Introduction
“Lavinia shivered almost imperceptibly. Isaac leaned back from her, clearly satiated that he had finally gotten a reaction.
‘Something wrong?’
‘No,’ she said flatly, forcing herself to look back up. ‘Not at all. You overestimate your effect, Astor.’
‘Is that so…Lavinia Devon, I look forward to breaking you.’”
Bound to the Vampire's Heir is created by A.D.R. Brown, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.
Chapter 1
In the gritty light of the workroom, Isaac Astor’s pallor shone like a beacon. His icy eyes and fair hair were unnatural against the rising smog. Behind him, a group of men with batons stood stoically. Despite their broad shoulders and gruff looks, they seemed to offer no real threat when compared to Isaac’s otherworldly presence.
From a high table in the back, Lavinia Devon watched with unchecked interest as the young man stopped to greet the foreman. She could tell that while she had never seen this man before, his presence here was routine. The girls on either side of her moved nervously, their work becoming sloppy as they glanced between the well-dressed man and their own hands.
Isaac pointed to a girl near where he stood and one of the men behind him seized her upper arm, dragging her to stand face to face with Isaac. The smile that flashed across his face as the girl recoiled was cold and cruel, but Lavinia could not look away. As Isaac tilted the girl’s chin up she felt a flush sweep across her own neck.
“She will do just fine,” he said, pushing the quaking girl back into the waiting arms of the guards.
This process repeated itself as Isaac wound his way across the room. Some of the girls he inspected were sent back to work, looks of relief on their faces. When he gave his nod of approval to others they screamed as they were dragged away.
“Get your hands off me!” The shriek came from one particularly stricken girl who spit at Isaac as he tried to touch her face. As she fought and clawed at him, Lavinia took the opportunity to lean into the taller girl beside her.
“What is this? Where are those girls going?”
The taller girl glanced between Lavinia and the crying girl. “Astor is choosing his next batch of meals.”
“Astor…”
That name was familiar to Lavinia. Everyone knew the Astor Family, a Vampire Clan that had control of an entire supply chain of blood. Every vulnerable citizen knew the process. Astor Industries grew and manufactured blood to sell to other vampires, eliminating the need to hunt. But blood does not grow without life. Rumors swirled around that family that they ran farms, raising humans for the slaughter, and selling their blood. The poorest clients made do with synthetic while the aristocrats had their pick of whole bodies to feed on.
“He is the heir to the company,” the girl began. “Isaac. He’s come in here a few times since I’ve been working here. The girls he takes never come back.”
Lavinia looked back to Isaac as a loud thud echoed through the workhouse. He dropped the previously struggling girl’s body to the floor and wiped a thin trail of fresh blood from his lips and pushed his now disordered hair back out of his eyes.
“I had hoped your stock would be more compliant than last time, foreman. It really is quite disappointing to have such trouble on such a mundane errand.” He brushed his hands off on his trousers and resumed his walk about the room. He skipped entirely over the table where the workers were obscured by crude protective equipment.
“What is he looking for?” Lavinia asked.
“He is very particular about his blood bags,” replied the taller girl. She grimaced. “They say he likes his meals to be pretty.”
As he stalked the tables, a look of merciless amusement took over his angled features. He seemed to be enjoying the discomfort around him. There was something cruel in the way that he was enticed by the scared girls, almost feeding on their apprehension.
Finally, his light eyes fell on Lavinia. She felt a rush and her body tensed. Setting her face, she refused to wince, not wanted to give him the satisfaction. Isaac tilted his head and curled his mouth into a smirk. He wound his way around Lavinia’s table, hardly giving the other girls time to scatter. Up close, Isaac’s beauty was even more pronounced. His eyes glittered as he stood over Lavinia, his height forcing her to crane her neck to maintain eye contact.
Isaac reached out with one hand to touch her cheek and Lavinia caught the distinct scent of coppery blood mixed with something like wood burning. It was not an unpleasant smell. It was almost enchantingly warm when juxtaposed with Isaac’s otherwise frigid appearance.
“What is your name?” His voice was barely above a whisper, but it rang clearly over the din of the workroom.
“Lavinia. Lavinia Devon.” She fought against every instinct to shrink away, instead, meeting his gaze head-on.
“I don’t believe I’ve seen you before, Ms. Devon. You must be new.” His voice dripped with insincere interest.
Lavinia glanced between Isaac’s eyes and his still stained lips. She knew he wanted a reaction from her. But she would not give in. Every part of her wanted to push him away or cower out of his gaze, but she could not bring herself to. Something behind his eyes had baited her, making her lean up in Isaac’s face.
“Do you always take this long when picking your meals, or am I just that hard to make a decision on?”
Isaac outright laughed, his guards who managing a collective chuckle behind him.
“Oh, that’s not what I’m deciding. A pretty face like yours is impossible to pass up. No,” Isaac leaned forward until his lips were pressed to Lavinia’s throat. Her eyes widened. “On the one hand, I could drain you dry, right here, right now. I do not take well to being talked back to. But on the other hand, that might be a waste of your beauty. I could instead, take you home with the others and feed just enough to keep you alive but without all this pesky aggression and repeat until you’re a husk, just a vessel of blood.”
Lavinia shivered almost imperceptibly. Isaac leaned back from her, clearly satiated that he had finally gotten a reaction.
“Something wrong?”
“No,” she said flatly, forcing herself to look back up. “Not at all. You overestimate your effect, Astor.”
“Is that so?”
“If I should be shaking and crying like the rest of these girls at the mere sight of you, why bring your little posse? Surely you could handle a few skinny girls yourself. Or are all the rumors about vampires just folk tales? Are you really just a bloodless leech with nothing all that special to offer?” Lavinia glared him down, trying not to betray any of her true fear.
Isaac paused for a second, then wrapped one of his long-fingered hands around the back of her neck, pulling her towards him. “Lavinia Devon, I look forward to breaking you.”
Last Chapters
#52 Chapter 50: The End
Last Updated: 5/13/2025#51 Chapter 49: Matricide
Last Updated: 5/13/2025#50 Chapter 48: Waking up Alone
Last Updated: 5/13/2025#49 Chapter 47: Homecoming
Last Updated: 5/13/2025#48 Chapter 46: Going Home
Last Updated: 5/13/2025#47 Chapter 45: Marco’s Last Stand
Last Updated: 5/13/2025#46 Chapter 44: Severing the Link
Last Updated: 5/13/2025#45 Chapter 43: Ritual
Last Updated: 5/13/2025#44 Chapter 42: Ceremony
Last Updated: 5/13/2025#43 Chapter 41: Lavinia’s Worry
Last Updated: 5/13/2025
You Might Like 😍
A pack of their own
From Substitute To Queen
Heartbroken, Sable discovered Darrell having sex with his ex in their bed, while secretly transferring hundreds of thousands to support that woman.
Even worse was overhearing Darrell laugh to his friends: "She's useful—obedient, doesn't cause trouble, handles housework, and I can fuck her whenever I need relief. She's basically a live-in maid with benefits." He made crude thrusting gestures, sending his friends into laughter.
In despair, Sable left, reclaimed her true identity, and married her childhood neighbor—Lycan King Caelan, nine years her senior and her fated mate. Now Darrell desperately tries to win her back. How will her revenge unfold?
From substitute to queen—her revenge has just begun!
To protect what’s mine
The Badass Mafia Princess and Family
Fangs, Fate & Other Bad Decisions
After finding out her boyfriend cheated, the last thing she expected was to stumble across a wounded man in an alley. And definitely not one with fangs. But thanks to a mix of cocktails, shame, and her questionable life choices, she takes him home. Turns out, he’s not just any vampire—he’s a king. And according to him, she’s his fated mate.
Now, she’s stuck with an overprotective, brooding bloodsucker who keeps rescuing her, a growing list of enemies who want her dead, and an undeniable attraction that’s making it very hard to remember why falling for a vampire is a terrible idea.
Because if she’s not careful, she won’t just lose her heart—she’ll lose her humanity.
Goddess Of The Underworld.
When the veil between the Divine, the Living, and the Dead begins to crack, Envy is thrust beneath with a job she can’t drop: keep the worlds from bleeding together, shepherd the lost, and make ordinary into armor, breakfasts, bedtime, battle plans. Peace lasts exactly one lullaby. This is the story of a border pup who became a goddess by choosing her family; of four imperfect alphas learning how to stay; of cake, iron, and daylight negotiations. Steamy, fierce, and full of heart, Goddess of the Underworld is a why-choose, found-family paranormal romance where love writes the rules and keeps three realms from falling apart.
The Prison Project
Can love tame the untouchable? Or will it only fuel the fire and cause chaos amongst the inmates?
Fresh out of high school and suffocating in her dead-end hometown, Margot longs for her escape. Her reckless best friend, Cara, thinks she's found the perfect way out for them both - The Prisoner Project - a controversial program offering a life-changing sum of money in exchange for time spent with maximum-security inmates.
Without hesitation, Cara rushes to sign them up.
Their reward? A one-way ticket into the depths of a prison ruled by gang leaders, mob bosses, and men the guards wouldn't even dare to cross...
At the centre of it all, meets Coban Santorelli - a man colder than ice, darker than midnight, and as deadly as the fire that fuels his inner rage. He knows that the project may very well be his only ticket to freedom - his only ticket to revenge on the one who managed to lock him up and so he must prove that he can learn to love…
Will Margot be the lucky one chosen to help reform him?
Will Coban be capable of bringing something to the table other than just sex?
What starts off as denial may very well grow in to obsession which could then fester in to becoming true love…
A temperamental romance novel.
The mafia princess return
Letting Go
That fateful night leads to Molly and her best friend Tom holding a secret close to their hearts but keeping this secret could also mean destroying any chance of a new future for Molly.
When Tom's oldest brother Christian meets Molly his dislike for her is instant and he puts little effort into hiding it. The problem is he's attracted to her just as much as he dislikes her and staying away from her starts to become a battle, a battle that he's not sure he can win.
When Molly's secret is revealed and she’s forced to face the pain from her past can she find the strength to stay and work through the pain or will she run away from everything she knows including the one man who gives her hope for a happy future? Hope that she never thought she would feel again.
Surrendering to Destiny
Graham MacTavish wasn't prepared to find his mate in the small town of Sterling that borders the Blackmoore Packlands. He certainly didn't expect her to be a rogue, half-breed who smelled of Alpha blood. With her multi-colored eyes, there was no stopping him from falling hard the moment their mate bond snapped into place. He would do anything to claim her, protect her and cherish her no matter the cost.
From vengeful ex-lovers, pack politics, species prejudice, hidden plots, magic, kidnapping, poisoning, rogue attacks, and a mountain of secrets including Catherine's true parentage there is no shortage of things trying to tear the two apart.
Despite the hardships, a burning desire and willingness to trust will help forge a strong bond between the two... but no bond is unbreakable. When the secrets kept close to heart are slowly revealed, will the two be able to weather the storm? Or will the gift bestowed upon Catherine by the moon goddess be too insurmountable to overcome?
Mr. Ryan
He came closer with a dark and hungry expression,
so close,
his hands reached for my face, and he pressed his body against mine.
His mouth took mine eagerly, a little rudely.
His tongue left me breathless.
“If you don't go with me, I'll fuck you right here.” He whispered.
Katherine kept her virginity for years even after she turned 18. But one day, she met an extremely sexual man Nathan Ryan in the club. He had the most seductive blue eyes she has ever seen, a well-defined chin, almost golden blonde hair, full lips, perfectly drawn, and the most amazing smile, with perfect teeth and those damn dimples. Incredibly sexy.
She and he had a beautiful and hot one-night stand...
Katherine thought she might not meet the man again.
But fate has another plan
Katherine is about to take on the job of assistant to a billionaire who owns one of the biggest companies in the country and is known to be a conquering, authoritative and completely irresistible man. He is Nathan Ryan!
Will Kate be able to resist the charms of this attractive, powerful and seductive man?
Read to know a relationship torn between anger and the uncontrollable desire for pleasure.
Warning: R18+, Only for mature readers.
“Burn those who burned me!”
Burn those who burned me is an anthology book circulated on truth; justice; and REVENGE!
Story #1 The Ballad of Rabena Price.
Story #2 The rebirth of Clara Granger
Story #3 The violin of Graceland Teague
Story #4 The list for Josie Taylor
Story #5 COMING SOON!