Novel & Cerita Blood King

Melissa Alejandra King lived the life of an assassin amongst the Valshier pack, she was known to be the strongest and dangerous fighter and had the aura of an ALPHA. Micage Alexander King lived his life amongst the humans as a protector and unknown to him, he was protected was a trusted warrior of Queen Ivory, he was ruler over every human. A KING in the eyes of the many. Devaro Allen King born from Alovia and Alexander, an illegitimate child to the throne, he would do anything to get the throne even if it means killing his siblings. A fight for the title of the Alpha king, siblings fight and the creation of monsters. Who will be given the title of the Alpha King?.

Always behind, and just behind. “But such place won’t be in your hands forever. Such glory is meant to fade. The respect and privileges would soon be gone the moment you become incompetent or useless. And more often than not, Kings are just mere figureheads...” I knew it. He would just be glorifying whatever position the other females in our family has. “The true power and glory, lies on who has made a mere human a king.” Nepotism? “Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.”

You Are nothing but a blood sucker , You just soiled your hands with blood at the court room tell me how do you expect the people to be happy with you " " Am not as shallow minded as you are Alex that's why you should run back home to your mother the crown is not for the chicken hearted " ' Don't you dare insult me Edward' Immediately he called me by my name I clenched my fist so hard that the glass cup broken into pieces ,I stood up and walked up to him with both my hands in my side pocket . " Call my name one more time and I will make sure you don't leave this place with your both legs intact , Let's see how the kingdom will accept a crippled king "

If we ever found ourselves on opposing sides of a conflict, he wouldn't think twice about crushing me. The four kings and their heirs occupy the rest of the chairs: Pakstan of the North with Pharaoah, Theo of the South with Thorn, River of the East, and me, and lastly, Nathan of the fuckin' West with his second son, Elliot. The latter gives me a scowl, and I return it without blinking. He is a little younger than father in age, but he is still tall, and his grey eyes are exceedingly penetrating. Without sure, he is the one who proposed Bella be wed to one of his kids, who are more repulsive than he is.

He immediately ran over to her. "Isabelle! What happened? why did you scream like that?" He asked. He didn't notice her opening the package. Isabelle weakly pointed to the box. With furrowed eyebrows, he went over. King Jacob went to assist the Princess. There Darien saw the head of his brother, Gabriel! Blood covering it. He felt his whole being shiver, his blood ran cold and he couldn't form any words. Clinton who was at least twenty feet away from the room had heard princess Isabelle's shriek. He immediately ran towards the courtroom with legs like jelly to see what had happened.

Our mate needs us. "YOU SON OF A BITCH! IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ME! I WAS TO BE KING! YOU STOLE MY TITLE. YOU PATHETIC RUNT. I SHOULD HAVE STRANGLED YOU THE SECOND YOU SLID OUT OF YOUR MOTHER. YOU FUCKING DOG! I WILL KILL YOU RIGHT AFTER I KILL THIS BITCH," Rupert shouts suddenly and he tightens his hand on Karina's neck causing her to whimper.

I had just about 50 direct children in my coven. I had changed a lot more but I'd let them form their own coven and break off from me. He had around five hundred from what it seemed and he thought he could encroach on my territory. What he didn't seem to remember was. I was the king of vampires for a reason. I may not show power but I owned all the power. Every once in a while a foolish vampire tried to covet my power. They tried to challenge me for my position. They always found out why it was not only stupid but illogical to do that. The older Sired knew better but these newer ones had to be taught why I was called The Black Death.

Micah said slowly, making her way to where Berth was seated on the bed. She took Berth's hand in hers… "The king told me something quite shocking today, Micah…" Berth began, her eyes full of dread. "The king owes Father a debt that can never be repaid; Father saved him. Father saved the king from the clutches of a bear." Berth began, and Micah was so shocked that she almost forgot to breathe. She slowly lets go of Berth's hand; Micah's eyes flash with anger. "So… Father didn't die naturally; he was killed! Murdered in cold blood?!

Why? “Kyra, are you alright?” Lilith asked gently, noticing the tears sliding down my cheeks. I turned my face away instinctively. “Y-yes, I’m fine. I’m just… emotional about the king, that’s all,” I lied, sniffing back the burning sting in my eyes. “Oh, Kyra. That’s so sweet.” She smiled. “I’m happy too. Everyone is. The king has the blood of a Barethion.” I nodded faintly. One more word about that damn king, and I swear I’d lose my mind.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Dua questioned, fear seeping into her voice. The maid opened her mouth, revealing her sharp fangs. Dua's eyes widened, her whole being trembling. "V...va...vampire?" The maid gripped Dua tighter, bringing her fangs to Dua's neck. Dua closed her eyes, letting out a loud scream. The door burst open, and in a blink of an eye, the King, Alexander was there. His hand gripping the maid's jaw tightly, just a breath from Dua's skin.