Blood King Novels & Stories

The cover was worn, the pages yellowed with age, but the script inside was surprisingly legible. She flipped through it, her breath catching as she read the first few lines: "To those who follow, beware. The Blood King walks a path of shadows, tethered to the Crimson Fated by fate and fire. Their union will either save us or doom us all." Aria’s heart raced as she scanned further. The entries spoke of Lucian Draevan, the Blood King—a name she recognized from old hunter lore. He was a vampire lord from centuries past, known for his ruthlessness and enigmatic disappearance after a great war.

“My Lord I didn’t realize you were here otherwise I would have brought the girls another day to get fitted.” The King turned his head to look at Lazarus, at the same time his eyes were off to the side glancing at Jezzebelle. His hair was well managed and was well past his shoulders. You can certainly tell he was an ancient his ears were pointed and when he spoke he had an accent. According to her father he came from France. He also had frightening fangs. The older you get the more the Bloodthirst takes it toll. The King noticed Jezzebelle was looking at him or more than less was studying him.

he looked between both of them, then finally settled on Calhoun. "Just who the hell are you?" As Elena was about to reply, Calhoun squeezed her tightly, signaling that he would love to do the introduction by himself. "I am Calhoun. Husband of my queen Elena, and the current king of the Blood kingdom. it's nice to meet you." "B-Blood kingdom?" Wazir sputtered, fear now coming into his eyes. Even Svetlana and Darukï were no longer at ease, their body slowly preparing to defend against any foul play.

one barked. “How dare you show such disrespect to the Royal Bloodline of the Northern Vampire King!” Gabriel stared at my son, then at me—his face draining of color. “The… Northern Vampire King’s royal family?” He turned slowly toward my father, seated upon the high throne, his expression cold and impenetrable. And then—astonishingly—Gabriel laughed. “Isabella,” he said loudly, “so this is how you survived? You married some half-dead old—”

They controlled the vampire world from behind the scenes, manipulating events, pulling strings, and silencing any who dared to oppose them. She learned of the Blood King, a figure of immense power, a predator who had threatened to shatter their control. She learned of his reign of terror, his insatiable thirst for blood, his ruthless ambition. The Blood King was a force of nature, a tyrant who ruled with an iron fist, his power unchallenged, his cruelty legendary. He had amassed a vast empire, subjugating all who stood in his way, his reign marked by bloodshed and terror.

Matteo Romano. He rose from the shadowed corner, towering, broad-shouldered, his black suit tailored with the precision of a king in exile. His face was carved in lines of command: sharp jaw, straight nose, lips that could give orders like death sentences. But it was his eyes that froze the blood in her veins. obsidian, fathomless and unreadable. Il Re di Ferro. The Blood King. Whispers rippled through the hall like wind through dry leaves. No one expected him here. No one dared to speak his name too loudly.

"By the grace and the one that choose by our Goddess! Our new King is not other than..." The crowed were all waiting for the announcement. They were kept on shouting the name of the person they want the most. All of them were wishing for the victory of their King. Severus could not deny the nervous that he felt at that moment. Meanwhile, Gregor sat firmly seeming like he was sure for his victory. He glanced at Severus and give him a brief smile. *** "King Severus Abrham of the Crimson blood pack!" The king shouted and the entire gymnasium were filled very happy hearing the result.

The light radiating from him stirred the sea of blood, droplets rose and swirled around Evelyn’s feet as though bowing to a god. “Who are you?” she demanded. “I…” —the voice rumbled like thunder beneath the earth— “…am the first Blood King.” Evelyn froze, her heart pounding. “Impossible. The Blood King is Lucien—” “Lucien is merely my heir,” he said. “But you…” he raised a massive hand, his palm hovering in the air— “…you are what the world lost.” --- A cold wind blew across the sea, stirring the surface. For an instant, Evelyn saw flashes—humans and vampires locked in endless battle, dying together in blood-soaked chaos.

When he goes completely limp I throw him to the side and move to my next victim. After draining two of the three bodies, my need for blood is nearly clenched but I won’t let this animal get away with what he was planning to do to me. I near Landery and tilt his head to the side and just sink my teeth into his neck when I hear the door swing open. “Enough!” I halt at the sound of the King’s voice. “Let him go.” I withdraw my teeth. The slight taste of his blood in my mouth has my eyes go wide as they snap up to the king.

the king muttered, mouth opening and closing, speaking incoherent words, with only occasional discernible phrases. "Your Majesty, what's wrong?" I knelt by the bed, looking at the king's closed eyes. His pale face was covered in sweat, as if in a terrible nightmare. Trying to understand his words, I leaned closer. Suddenly, a hand grasped my arm tightly. The king's eyes opened, ice-blue and filled with murderous intent. "Klaus, give me more blood. I'm so cold." As I shivered at the implication, his eyes turned pleading, tears welling up in the blue depths. "Caesar, please, don't take me away. I didn't do it."