Become King After Being Bitten Novels & Stories

What was supposed to be a cause for celebration turned into tragedy. After weeks of not having the taste of human blood, King Andrew’s senses were finally assaulted as soon as he entered Vivien’s chambers. Her blood’s scent enticed him and made him do the worst. He bit her neck and drained his blood. Everyone in the room looked on in horror for a second before they scrambled away from the room, taking the newborn baby with them. Soldiers came to attempt to stop their King but unfortunately, it was a bloodbath. Several were drained of their blood and some were bitten though remained alive.

Whatever waited beyond the southern borders, whatever new challenge eventually arrived to test everything we'd built together, I understood, standing there in the warm glow of a hard-won peace, that we'd face it exactly the way we'd faced everything since that very first night. Chosen. Together. However many times, however many crises, however many old grievances and ancient threats and scattered bloodlines still waited beyond the borders we understood. I hadn't broken, that first night in the Great Hall. I'd found, instead, exactly the life worth building — one choice, renewed daily, at a time. END OF BOOK ONE (The Lycan King's story continues in Book Two: Kingdom of the Southern Fires)

They were almost at the enchanted forest. The vampire king went straight to attack king Royale. It was a sneaky attack. He jumped on him from behind and bit down on his shoulder whilst stabbing him with three injections at one go. Royale howled in pain before collapsing. All the wolves felt the pain at the loss of their king alpha. They all howled.

I was starting to think that finding out the truth of what happened to me may wasn't really something I wanted. "You were bitten. The doctor told you this?" I silently nodded. "But he didn't tell you what bit you?" A shake of my head. "You were bitten by a wolf. Specifically, a werewolf."

My silver light expanded suddenly, pushing the True King backward a single step. The cavern went silent. The creature stared at me… surprised. “You resist,” it said. “I choose,” I replied, breath shaking but voice firm. For a long moment, nothing moved. Then the True King smiled. Not kindly. Not cruelly. But knowingly. “Then the age of kings begins again.” My stomach dropped. Before I could react, the enemy Alpha screamed. Dark chains erupted from the ground, wrapping around the ancient wolves one by one. “No!” I shouted. The Alpha laughed wildly. “While you were distracted… I claimed the ritual!”

If you were caught, you would end up in a whole new one, depending on who exactly bought you. Usually the buyers are powerful men who are looking for toys to pass the time. They used you. They fucked you. They abused you, and then they either threw you away or killed you. That was the fate you faced, but some were worse than others, and my buyer was the worst there was. Diego Aguilar is the most ruthless and cold-blooded king to exist in thousands of years. And the only lycan to exist in our world. He killed without blinking, and if you crossed him even a bit, he would destroy you no matter who you were.

My jaws closed around his throat and I bit down hard, tasting ancient vampire blood. He threw me off with strength that sent me flying across the courtyard. I hit a wall hard enough to crack ribs and fell to the ground gasping. But the distraction had given Dante precious seconds to recover. He grabbed the poisoned blade where it had fallen and forced himself upright despite the toxin still working through his system. His hybrid form stabilized slightly as he fought against the poison's effects through sheer willpower. The vampire lord touched his throat where my teeth had torn flesh, dark blood running between his fingers. "The omega has teeth," he said. "How unexpected."

Lucas kept explaining while I was listening and doing my best to keep away from his sight. " It's too risky to take the bite as it either changes you or takes your life. On the other hand, if a human succeeded in surviving the bite, he gets to become immortal since his alpha is a Lycan, an immortal creature. He got super speed, mighty power, and super senses." " So, when a human got bitten, it's either he dies or he gets immortal. That must be a hard decision to make," I concluded as James decided to add.

The blood vessels under the skin will also turn green - of course, the blood vessels of the fourth generation of mutated zombies that have appeared in recent years are black, but no matter what, zombies cannot mutate to be the same as living people! The boy's hair is very long, and it is obvious that it has not been cut for a long time. She pulls back the boy's hair and finds that his face is very beautiful and handsome, with a thin nose, thin lips, and somewhat thick eyebrows. Even with his eyes closed, he exudes a strong sense of heroism. From this perspective, the proportions of his facial features are very perfect and superior. Charlotte recalled his beautiful eyes like stars. With this

His eyes are back to their usual light brown, and he seems less menacing. The Lycan King, standing right before me, and asking me about my bruises. It can't be real. "You will let me mark you, little one," he says, and brushes my hair away from my shoulder, exposing it. A pleasant shiver runs through my body. No . . . I can't possibly be enjoying this. He starts to lean towards me, and his eyes burn a vivid gold again. His mouth opens slightly, showing powerful looking canines. A true Lycan.