Blood King Novels & Stories

For all, you know, he could hypnotize you right now to obeying his or this so called King's every command. How dreadful. Not that your life isn't anymore. Who'd have thought that one minute, you're arguing about how exhausted you are, and the next, you're being sold to a certain someone in a land that's supposed to exist only in fantasy books? Scrunching together what you've observed and gathered so far; You're in a world full of vampires that use humans as a walking blood bag. You're taking all this in quite nicely if you do say so yourself. "She's all yours." The voice behind you says in a grumble before their footsteps slowly start to fade into the invisible black hole floating in the air

Something in the way he said it gave the impression the words and the anger behind it was not hus originally. "That's why the first phase of the plan had been to destroy your empire." I must admit, I am a little miffed that my destruction was only a phase of the plan and not the final goal. I was….am the king of all vampires. I am the creme de la creme. What other feat could be bigger than defeating me?

His shiny clothes and the crown on his head made it clear that it was indeed the king who ordered to kill all four of them. As soon as the king's eyes fell on Zeus, his eyes widened again and he cursed under his breath. "That fucking weakling! He couldn't even take care of you." Said the king in an annoyed tone as he rose from his chair. The king's gaze went towards Moon and Ocean. The metal bands on their foreheads made the tyrant king raise one of his brows at him in surprise. "I see! So you have killed the vampire masters who had been trying to take over the vampire throne. I must say, I had underestimated you." The King said as he walked towards Dabria and Zeus.

He was dealing with a true-blooded Vampire, the rightful heir of the Vampire kingdom and dark empire. He didn't even have time to scream before I ripped his throat out and sunk my hand into his chest. Black Blood oozed from the gaping hole, his heart still beating as I ripped it from his body. He dropped to the ground, his red eyes wide with shock. I tossed the heart beside him crushing it under my boot. I leaned over him, my face an inch from his. "Long live the king." I spat, ripping his head off his body and making my way to the castle.

A small smile that was genuine. "I will give you the honour of knowing my name little girl, I'm king Kaida Donovan, the king of Esterial kingdom. From now on your life is no longer yours, I bought it the moment I save you. You will be betrothed to my son, prince Zane, you are to forget about your last name and origin, if you know that you want to live." "What exactly are you?" "I'm the vampire king."

For now. Damon tightened his arms around me, holding me against him as I held our son. Fabiano Lombardi was a villain king, a beast who ruled all other monster. The king of beasts. Damon Petrakis was no prince charming but he was a simple knight sent to the castle of king by my friend, Gideon. Damon was a knight. And I was the princess who didn't get her prince charming. Even thought I didn't have my prince charming, I didn't deserve a monster.

announced the master of the banquet, his voice carrying across the courtyard. We immediately curtsied deeply and held our positions as the grand doors of the throne hall creaked open. All eyes turned toward the entrance where King Lucian Devereux emerged. His figure exuded regal majesty, commanding attention. His tall and powerful frame was draped in luxurious robes that shimmered in the twilight. The crown atop his head glinted with precious gems, but it was his face that drew a quiet gasp from my lips. King Lucian possessed a manly beauty that was both striking and captivating. His chiseled features, sharp jawline, and silvery gray eyes spoke of authority and grace.

I wanted to feel reassured, but as they moved closer, my instincts told me that there was no way of leaving her unharmed. They came here with a clear intention of killing, so how do we escape from this when we are unprepared? One of the guards launched at the vampire before he would attack us, but his head was snapped off. His head rolled on the floor while blood gushed out, splashing around the place. My dress got stained with blood. "Oh sorry for this intrusion. I didn't mean to ruin your wedding dress," I heard a masculine voice coming from close by as he made his way towards us. He emerged from the darkness and the moonlight shone on his face.

“That’s all. Just stay.” The chamber doors exploded inward. The Blood Moon King walked in. He was beautiful. That was the first thing Luna noticed. Tall. Broad shoulders. Black hair to his waist. A crown of actual bones. And eyes like spilled wine. Red. Ancient. Hungry. The air went cold when he entered. Frost spread across the stone floor from his boots. “Elena,” he said. Voice like velvet over steel. “You look… tired. Twenty years of hiding does that.”

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.