Martial Emperor of Blue Star, Turned into a Blood Slave Girl by a Vampire Princess

Degrienne curled into herself at the center of the blood-red barrier, the searing pain from her shattered legs clouding her consciousness.
She could feel her life slipping away, slowly, steadily—but she didn’t even have the strength to move.

Catherine…
She mouthed the name silently, her heart a knot of hatred and fear.
That woman was too cruel. She could have simply imprisoned her. Instead, she had to break her legs—to crush her spirit through sheer agony.

But what burned more than pain… was Isabella.
If not for her, she might’ve already escaped the forest. Might’ve made it to the human town. Might’ve found shelter.
Her vision darkened. Blood loss and pain blurred her awareness into shadows.

In the last flicker before she passed out, she thought she could hear her heartbeat.
Faint. Weak. As if her very life was bleeding out, breath by breath…
—

Down the corridor.
Isabella suddenly stopped walking.
“What is it?” Catherine asked, still facing away.

“…Nothing, Lady Catherine,” Isabella replied with a quiet bow. Her voice remained perfectly calm.
Catherine halted. A crimson eye slid sideways. “Are you… pitying her?”
Isabella immediately dropped to one knee. “…Yes.”

“This is a necessary step in taming a wild kitten,” Catherine said coolly. “She is the one I’ve chosen. I don’t break her legs to torment her.”
She grabbed Isabella’s chin, forcing her to look up.
“I’m going to shatter her pride—and reshape her with my own hands.”

Isabella’s eyes widened slightly, locked on those chilling crimson irises just inches away. “Understood.”
She placed her palm flat to her chest and bowed her head. “You are my mother as well… From the moment you found me in that filthy alley heap and brought me back… it was always meant to be you.”
—
Main hall.

Darkness devoured Degrienne’s thoughts. She sank into wave after wave of broken dreams.
In the first, she died.
Her leg injuries worsened. No one helped her.

No food. No water. Not even a shred of pity.
She lay on the cold marble floor, feeling her lifeforce drain away—bit by bit—until she took her final, lonely breath.
The second dream lasted longer.

She lived—but would never walk again.
Catherine gave her an ornate wheelchair, its silver-wrapped handles feeling more like shackles than comfort.
She became the castle’s most pampered “little mistress.” The maids addressed her with reverent smiles: “Miss Degrienne.”

She nestled obediently in Catherine’s lap, murmuring sweetly, “Dearest Mother…”
As long as she behaved, Catherine lavished affection on her.
—Until one day, as she lay across Catherine’s knees, pouting playfully: “I love Mother the most…”

Before she could finish, a bolt of pain shot through her legs.
Catherine’s smile disappeared. In its place: a cold, expressionless mask.
She gripped Degrienne’s neck. Her voice was soft—unbearably so. “Why’d you wake up? If you’d just stayed a good girl…”

The choking made Degrienne jolt awake!
She was still lying in the center of the hall. The barrier still shimmered faint red.
And the pain in her legs made it unmistakably clear—

It hadn’t been a dream.
Cold sweat soaked her back. Degrienne forced herself to focus.
She couldn’t die.

She wouldn’t submit.
As long as she could still breathe, she would never give in.
Grimacing through the pain, Degrienne propped herself up. Cold sweat streamed down her pale cheeks.

She looked down at her twisted legs—and gasped.
The bones… were healing.
Slowly, but visibly, blood and flesh were knitting back together.

Her bloodkin regeneration had finally kicked in. Even the bleeding had slowed.
“Thank god…”
Relief hit her—but it didn’t last.

A stronger sensation surged in to replace it.
Hunger.
Her throat was tight. Her stomach was hollow. She felt awful.

She had never craved blood this badly in her life. She could almost hear it rushing through her veins.
If anyone got too close now, she wasn’t sure she could stop herself from pouncing.
“Damn it!”

She slapped herself across the face. The sting dulled the frenzy in her chest for a moment.
Panting, she looked down at her wounds. Blood still oozed from her legs.
A terrible, desperate idea sparked in her mind.

Trembling, she reached down, smeared her finger with her own blood—and tentatively licked it.
The taste exploded across her tongue like perfume.
And unbelievably… the hunger eased. Just a little.

It wasn’t much. But better than going berserk.
No longer hesitating, Degrienne bent over, licking the blood from her wounds. She even scraped the dried smears off the floor and swallowed them.
Every drop made her thoughts clearer, steadier.

“…Pathetic.”
She let out a self-mocking laugh. Once a Martial Emperor who slaughtered bloodkin—now reduced to licking her own blood off the floor like a starving animal.
But if this was what it took to stay sane—so be it.

Once she’d finished, her mind calmed somewhat.
But another shameful pressure soon rose in her belly—
She had to pee.

Her legs were broken. She couldn’t move. And the barrier kept her locked in place.
The pressure swelled with each passing minute. Her lower belly ached. She twisted her body ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) uncomfortably, but nothing helped.
“Ugh…”

She bit her lip and scanned the hall, hoping—begging—for a maid to appear.
But the grand hall was completely empty.
She couldn’t—couldn’t—just pee herself. That would be too humiliating.

Just as despair was about to break her, she heard it—
The steady click-clack of heels approaching.
Catherine was back.

Degrienne immediately ducked her head, not wanting that woman to see her like this.
But Catherine’s gaze was already sweeping over her, lips curled in amusement.
“You seem well. Looks like my little pet is stronger than I thought.”

She strolled to Degrienne’s side, eyes flicking to the blood that had been meticulously licked from the floor.
A soft laugh escaped her lips.
“So pitiful. Like a starving little stray cat.”

Degrienne clenched her fists—but her body trembled.
She couldn’t hold it much longer. Her thighs pressed tightly together, face flushing red from the shame.
Catherine raised a brow—then her expression cleared with faux realization.

“Ah… I forgot about that.”
She bent down and scooped Degrienne into her arms.
Like a child, she cradled her under the knees and headed for the toilet.

“Put me down!” Degrienne thrashed, but Catherine’s arms were immovable.
“Shh. Don’t squirm,” she said with a smirk. “Or do you want to wet yourself right here?”
Degrienne’s face burned with humiliation, but her body was at its absolute limit.

Catherine set her gently on the toilet, then lightly tapped her lower belly.
“Relax.”
In that moment, Degrienne couldn’t hold it in anymore.

Tears spilled down her cheeks as the hot stream rushed out of her.
She squeezed her eyes shut, unable to face Catherine’s expression—but she could hear her soft chuckle.
“How cute.”

When she finished, Catherine picked her up again and carried her back to the hall, returning her to the center of the barrier.
But this time, she grabbed Degrienne’s chin, forcing her to open her mouth. A single bead of blood dripped from her fingertip—
“Drink it.”

Degrienne swallowed instinctively.
And in the next breath—her bloodlust exploded.
Ten times stronger. A hundred times.

The hunger surged like fire through her veins.
Her pupils shrank to pinpricks. Her fangs extended involuntarily. A deep, feral growl rose from her throat.
Catherine watched her with satisfaction, voice low and cold:

“See? This is your true nature.”
With that, she turned and walked away—leaving Degrienne alone, trembling, as the monstrous thirst inside her grew beyond control.