Became King After Being Bitten Novels & Stories

We ran for our lives toward the final quest area. “Cap! There’s something around its neck!” Caesea shouted from a nearby tree. I glanced back. “It’s the final reward! Formation C! Jaelor, shift!” Jaelor became a massive brown wolf and lunged, biting the tip off one tentacle. The kraken let out an ear-splitting shriek that made me clamp my hands over my ears. “I’m going to cut you open!” I snarled. Pulling two daggers, I launched myself from a falling tree and landed on the creature’s neck, burying both blades deep. Purple blood poured out as I started sawing with everything I had, trying to free the reward.

I asked him curiously. "The former king bit me and passed his DNA through his saliva in his fangs so I carry the DNA of him through myself," he told me sincerely. "So you gained all of his gifts as well," I asked and he shook his head. "No, all gifts must be learned but are easier for those that have the DNA, all of the Queen's agents carry some form of the DNA but I'm the only one that was directly bitten by Vlad, the original true king," he said softly and I gasped in shock.

who can heal themselves after being injured, and recover quickly and all at once? “Wolverine, Deadpool.”

I must’ve bitten him harder than I’d thought. Still, my advantage. I grinned, readying to jump him. Suddenly, a clawed hand on my shoulder slammed me around, cracking me onto the tree trunk. I scrambled at the fingers that were choking me, as Lyall leaned closer into my face. Lyall’s eyes burned with a hatred so bright that it shocked me to silence. “The soon to be king is my Wolve Bitten. He doesn’t belong to someone who chose him like a puppy.” “More like a pair of heels…” I rasped.

He lowly cursed and before I knew it, a pair of fangs pierced my neck and latched on it before disappearing back in their wet cavern. An ugly cry escaped my throat. Embarrassment spilled out in the form of tears in the corner of my eyes. However, the King of Kings seemed unfazed just like the sleeping baby in our arms before he tenderly licked the punctured spot and gingerly lapped the oozing blood. He savoured every drop and kissed the closed wound before speaking.

The next thing I noticed was Xavier holding the driver by his neck, choking him to death. I think I saw the king's eyes change to red with something like fire in the middle. I rushed and opened the car door immediately and stepped out running towards Eda. People that were present stood and did nothing to stop the king except the king's right-hand man who came and was pleading with the king to let go of the poor man "You would treat her, the same way you treat me" Xavier growled "Yes my king!" the driver said in a terrifying voice. Xavier looks terror-stricken right now like he is ready to kill anyone who stands in his way

king Dracula grab hold of the dagger in her chest and she wince " my king what are you doing " I half yelled but he ignored me and pull out he dagger ,her skin gradually went back to normal and the veins vanished . she flung her eyes open and damn she looks like an angry wolf " welcome back le... " the king was still talking when see zoomed out of the casket and punch him away . he crashed hard on the wall ."ahhhhhh " he shrieked as she speedily thrust a wooden stake into his chest . " get her " he yelled and I dashed towards her , I grab her shoulders and pull her away from the king . she spun around and head-butted my nose

Suddenly I felt a drop of blood splattering on my thigh. Blood? The king moved beneath me, his eyes widened, and then he licks his lips. “Blood. I must have bitten you by mistake,” he whispers hissing, I stared at him and then my eyes travels down to my breast where there's a slight bite mark. It looks like a I stinged by a bee, it's tiny with little specks of blood on top but it gave me the biggest shock of my life. Nobody's teeth is that sharp! King Alaric eyes glints red and that's when I noticed his fangs!

I was so close to freeing myself from this inherited disease and It got stripped from me. Thinking about only seemed to make my blood boil. So I stopped thinking. I had a healer to meet. I stepped out of the grand chamber, adorned in the most striking attire befitting my station as king of the Lycan. With each stride across the ornate halls, I emerged into the living room, where her children awaited, their eyes wide with terror. A terror, they soon seemed to forget when they laid eyes on me or rather, the golden band sitting on my head.