A Kingdom Of Venom And Vows Novels & Stories

He incites my anger, makes me question everything I believe in, and he tempts me with the forbidden. [A Kingdom…] Through the Queen's mistakes and the King's inability to control his anger, a fallen kingdom is rising once more, determined to take back what they believe is theirs through violence and vengeance. They are called the Kingdom of Avsky. Alkhemi isn't just occupied by Vampires, Werewolves and Sin's little creations, there are other things that lurk in the background, affecting everything that happens to everyone. Like someone once told me, "There are other people in this Kingdom. It is not just the fallen angel, the Vrys, Lucian City, the human-like creatures, and then Luca. There

Dalia whimpered again, her face contorting in pain. A new scent filled the air. The smell of honeydew and sunflowers. The smell of a beautiful park filled with happiness and laughter. And Love. But I was King of the darkness. The sun had never been my friend. Her eyes snapped open and her eyes glowed bright red as her fangs protruded from her mouth, the shiny tips white and dazzling, her skin glowing under the lights. She turned to me with a force, her eyes pinning on the artery on my neck.

And no matter how hard I fought, I would always be drawn back to him. I stared out the window, the view of the city sprawling below me. The lights of the buildings twinkled, distant and cold, much like my heart had become since I’d been pulled into this life. Luca had a way of making everything feel like it was part of his game. His kingdom. His world. And I was just a pawn. It was suffocating. A soft knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts, and I turned just in time to see one of Luca’s guards step into the room.

The bruises had faded slightly, but they were still visible, purple and yellow reminders of how quickly everything could change. My father had sent me here as a pawn, a pretty token to seal an alliance. But pawns could become queens if they survived long enough. And in this game of blood and power, survival meant embracing the darkness that came with loving a man like Mikhail Volkov. I opened the walk-in closet, my fingers trailing over expensive fabrics and designer labels. Everything here had been chosen for me, selected to transform me into the perfect accessory for a Bratva prince. But tonight, I would choose my own armor.

Never had her father made such a grave error, and this time she knew it would cost him dearly. "My people thirst for blood," King Ragnar declared. "We're Vikings, it's our way." "There has to be another way," Sophie urged, attempting to keep her voice steady. "You're the king; you can-" "I'm a Viking king," he interrupted before signalling to someone behind her, prompting Sophie's hand to rest on the sheath of her knife, anticipating whatever was to come next. She felt two hands seize her, causing her to swiftly spin around and unsheathe her knife, swinging it at her assailants.

Damon’s POV The room felt smaller, tighter, as if the walls themselves were pressing in. My mind was instantly clouded by confusion that I couldn’t even think or fathom anything else except the voice. “That boy isn’t his, and you know it.” I lowered the phone, letting my back slide against the wall as my legs suddenly felt too weak to hold me. For six years, I had been living a lie. I clenched my jaw as a single, terrifying question seeped into my mind: if Prince wasn’t mine, then whose child was he?

"My touch brings decay. To humans, it is agony. To my own kind, it is a slow death. It is the price for the power I wield." He stepped toward me, and I backed up until my hit the cold stone wall. He didn't touch me, but he leaned in, pinning me with his gaze. He placed his hand on the wall right next to my head. I watched in horror as the gray stone beneath his palm began to turn black. Tiny cracks spider webbed out from his fingers, the rock literally crumbling as if a thousand years of erosion were happening in seconds. "I am a king of ruins, Elara," he hissed, his face inches from mine. "Do not mistake my lack of touch for a lack of desire to break you if you cross me."

The air was stifling, thick with coconut oil, jasmine, sea salt, warm milk, sweat, and the sharp undercurrent of ambition and distrust. Viktor Voss and Isolde approached the altar like predators claiming new territory. Viktor’s eyes fixed hungrily on Sophia’s pregnant form. Isolde’s gaze burned as she looked at Aurora. “Tonight we seal the future,” Viktor announced, his voice carrying across the sanctuary. “Voss seed in Kane wombs. Kane seed in Voss wombs. One unbreakable empire.” Sophia met his gaze with a slow, dangerous smile. “Then take what you believe is yours.”

“This is no longer just about you, Winter. The moment those vows are spoken, you will become the Crown Princess of the vampires—the bride this kingdom has sacrificed to secure its peace. From that moment forward, every word you speak and every choice you make will carry consequences far greater than yourself.” I laughed, but there was no humor in it. “You think I care?” I asked. “If the vampires decided to burn this entire kingdom to the ground, I would not lift a finger to stop them.” My voice trembled beneath the weight of years of buried resentment. “This kingdom has given me nothing but misery. Its people mocked me because of the way I looked. My own father abandoned me, and when the Kin