Mag-log in❤️ The Jealous Mate ❤️Prince Zaerath stared back at his father, his blood boiling in his veins. His red eyes were blazing with pure fury and deep frustration. His hands were curled tight into hard fists at his sides, his nails digging into his palms. His whole body was shaking, trembling with a rage that he could barely keep under control."You want me to describe her?" Zaerath barked, his voice rising louder with every single word. "You want me to sit here and tell you what her face looked like? Is that really all you care about right now? Is that what you want to know from me? Instead of helping me unlock the beast trapped inside my chest, instead of giving me the power I need to rip her apart and destroy her, you are standing there asking for a description of her features?"King Azrael's face did not shift at all. His expression remained hard, cold, and completely unreadable, looking like solid stone carved out over centuries of sitting on a throne."Yes," the king said simply,
❤️ The Demon King's Terror ❤️The Demon Kingdom:Prince Zaerath's Chamber:The bedroom was pitch black. The heavy velvet curtains were drawn tight, blocking out every single bit of light from the outside world. The big stone fireplace at the side of the room had completely died down, leaving nothing behind but gray ash and faint red embers. Prince Zaerath was sitting right on the edge of his bed, his head buried in his hands, his entire frame shaking violently with rage.He had never been disgraced like this before. He had been beaten like a dog. He had been thrown clear across the courtyard and slammed right through a stone wall by a random woman. The palace guards had stood there and he knows they will laugh at him behind his back. The woman he wanted had pushed him away and rejected him. And after all of that, he had been forced to run all the way back home to his father's castle with his head held low.His long black claws were out, digging holes straight through his trousers
❤️ The Enemy of My Enemy ❤️Prince Darius wanted to ask so many more questions. His mind was spinning out of control, filled with frantic, scattered thoughts that he could barely keep up with. He wanted to ask if Draevon being the last living dragon meant that Miraeve was a dragon too. Or did she have a completely different kind of beast inside her, seeing as she was royal Khyrador blood? Did she have burning dragon fire flowing through her veins? Could she breathe flames if she really wanted to? Could she erase entire kingdoms with a single breath just like her massive brother? The questions were burning in his throat, itching to spill out.But his father didn't give him the chance. King Aldric just held up one hand and made a sharp gesture, waving him away. It was a lazy, tired motion, treating Darius like he was nothing more than an annoying fly buzzing around his head.Darius opened his mouth to argue right then and there. He wanted to demand answers. He wanted to shout at his f
❤️ The Last Dragon ❤️"What?" Darius asked, his voice cracking slightly. His eyes widened even more, but behind the sharp shock, there was still a stubborn layer of disbelief. He shook his head slowly, his jaw set as he refused to accept the terrifying reality behind his father's words."You can say that again, my son," King Aldric said. He turned his head and looked his son dead in the eyes. His gaze was heavy, weighed down by dark memories from centuries past. "If I wasn't a young vampire back then, one who actually witnessed that awful horror with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it either. If someone had just told me the story, I would be sitting here doubting it just like you are right now.""That's impossible, father. He can't just erase a whole kingdom like that," Darius insisted, his voice rising as his anger tried to push away his rising fear. He paced back and forth across the stone floor, his boots clicking heavily against the cold ground. "No single creature can be
❤️ The Enemy Even Kings Fear ❤️Vampire Kingdom:King Aldric's Chamber:King Aldric had never been humiliated before in his whole entire life, he had said this before and he is going to say it again, never. When the other kings counted the most powerful rulers in all the supernatural kingdoms, they put Draevon first, Malgron second, and then him. Third. Sometimes fourth, depending on who was doing the counting. But always near the top. Always someone to be feared.And still, his first son's friend had fried him. Sliced him. Cooked him. In fact she had broken his legs like they were twigs and held his throat and forced him to apologize to his worthless son. She had humiliated him in front of his own child, in front of the mad king, in front of everyone.He was sitting on the edge of his bed, his hands shaking, his face pale, his red eyes staring at nothing because he was somewhere else. Somewhere dark. Somewhere filled with rage and shame and a burning need for revenge.He had not been
❤️ The King’s Obsession ❤️She looked up at Draevon, dark eyes burning into his pale ones, full of hunger and possession and something darker. Then she opened her mouth wider and took all his thick, long, fat co¢k into her throat in one smooth, greedy swallow.The stretch was immediate and perfect. Her lips wrapped tight around the base, nose pressed flush against his pelvis, throat bulging visibly as she took every thick inch without hesitation. Draevon’s head fell back and a raw, broken groan ripping out of him. The heat of her mouth was obscene, wet, tight, and swallowing around him like she was starving for it. Her tongue pressed flat along the underside, working him even as her throat fluttered and squeezed.Kaelithra moaned around his cock, the vibration shooting straight through him. She loved this, the way his thighs trembled, the way his fingers tightened in her hair like he was afraid she’d pull away. She pulled back slow, letting her lips drag along every vein, saliva dripp
Chapter 5️⃣ ❤️ Two Monsters ❤️ Ironblood Kingdom: King Malgron sat on his throne, looking every bit the immortal tyrant he was. If you didn't know better, you'd think he was maybe in his late twenties or early thirties at most. Handsome in that sharp, dangerous way that said "I could kill you a
Chapter 3️⃣ ❤️ Violence and Food ❤️She turned to the boy, ready to just walk away, but he was still staring at her with wide eyes. Not scared eyes though, but impressed eyes. "That was amazing!" he breathed. "You moved so fast I didn't even see it! And the way you just BAM and his head went fly
Chapter 2️⃣ ❤️ Reborn to Hunt Her ❤️ The night he died, Draevon opened his eyes expecting to see the underworld or maybe nothing at all. Instead, he found himself staring at the familiar ceiling of his chamber. What the hell? He sat up so fast he nearly fell out of bed. His hands flew to his t
Chapter 1️⃣ Three (3) Years Later: Khyrador Palace Throne Room: Two men were kneeling on the ground, shaking with fear as they stared at the man seated on the throne. But he wasn't sitting normally. Oh no. He was upside down, his feet touching where his head was supposed to be while his head, w







