Blood King Novels & Stories

William’s voice merged with the beautiful notes of the goddess. Vragenn listened in fascination to this dual voice. I looked, not daring to move - unable to move! - as the young man stopped in front of him at arm's length and raised a black sword. The Night Raven pierced the Lord's chest. Dark Power enveloped the blade, piercing the vampire king's body, arching it and shaking it with piercing pain. William pulled out his sword, taking a step back. Vragenn lowered his head, looking at the gaping wound in his chest. He touched her with his hand, staining his fingers with blood. A crazy smile appeared on the king's lips. The Lord looked into the dark eyes with unimaginable tenderness and longin

At that time, Kevin began to explain everything to Pine, "As you know, Dominic is my father who is also the King of the Antro Kingdom. Do you know Benedict?" Pine's body stiffened when she heard Ben's name. "Ben and the King, they are not friends, but allies. Ben rules the vampire world, while the King rules the human world. However, Ben is still under the King, even though sometimes Ben forgets his position." "When I was ten, I overheard a woman in the basement, where you hear crying. The King had kept her there all along, and I only found out about it then."

he spoke in a low voice, still trying to understand what had occurred. Her lips brushed the edge of a gentle smile, the glint of laughter playing across the silver of her eyes. "No," she replied, her head moving very slowly back and forth, silver hair spilling down around her shoulders like liquid moon. "You were tested this way because you are the Blood King. Dorian" He looked taken aback, his heart pounding at the base of his neck. The name echoing through his mind, striking something in him with a power that seemed to resonate deep within the very center of his soul, a name from myth, from legend, now invoked him. Blood King.

Sarah's injuries and bleeding immediately dispelled his doubts. Once the scent of Sarah's blood reached the king's nostrils, Beta Waylen heard the king's beast go berserk. After sending Sarah off to join the other girls in the ballroom, he ran to the garden to find the king leaning against a tree. And he appeared to be having difficulty breathing. "Your Highness," Beta Waylen called after reaching him. "She... Who's she? What is she…?" The king panted as he struggled to understand why his beast was going out of control. His beast has been trying to take control of him since they smelled her blood. But the king didn't let that happen.

He gasped instantly, his eyes widening as my blood's taste overwhelmed him. "Oh my...." He moaned. He gazed at me with cruel intent. I was too dizzy for this. Goosebumps broke out over my skin. The look in his eyes told me he was about to tell me some very, very bad news. "This blood is no ordinary blood. This is fit for a king. The King of Wrath, no doubt." He declared, his eyes roaming my body. All the dark ones turned their heads toward me, their eyes gleaming with hunger. "You're the king's blood whore." The leader spoke.

It is with compassion and worry for both his wife and unborn child. If his enemies could hear his current tone of voice, they would all be shocked to death. His voice now is soft and caring, as if caressing and soothing the discomfort his partner is having. He is King Eddard, the great noble of House Romania, the remaining pure-blooded vampire King, and the Symbol of the Blood Oath of the Southern Covenant. Where he stands, the earth shatters. Where he walks, so does the river of blood. Where he points his sword, wailing widows appear.

' you question in silence, not aware that the king was able to control another through another. A few people bow their heads as the two of you walk past. You enter the throne room, your eyes admiring the historical style mixed with modern finishes. "What brings you to the higher council?" The King makes asks lounging on his throne as if it was a casual chair. "I need a prehistoric vampire's blood to wake Davide," you say flatly, without greeting him first. You feel your knees buckle and you go down to the floor against your will. You glare up at the king in anger, knowing he is using his kingship.

The king said in a cold and angry voice, for weeks now, he had been sending blood to this foolish son of his, but no, hw wouldn't take the blood, instead he killed all the maids sent to him within a week, asking for human blood, does he think that human blood was that easy to get, with such an ignorant son, he might as well quit the plans he had made for war against the other creatures of the mortality realm, after all, there is no use fighting and winning the war against the other creatures of the mortality realm with a useless son like this, who will pass down his bloodline if this continues. "Your majesty, am sorry, I just crave for human blood so much that I might die if I don't......" "

I froze. It wasn’t loud. Not threatening. Just… deliberate. The door opened without warning. He stepped inside like he belonged to the space. Cassian. The Blood King. He didn’t wear a crown. He didn’t need one. Power clung to him in the way he moved, the way the room seemed to rearrange itself around his presence. Dark clothes, sharp eyes, a stillness that felt coiled rather than calm. His gaze met mine. My shoulder burned. Not pain—heat. A living response beneath my skin.

He's really something! It's also very shocking that our king, the king of Nevera is a freaking blood sucker. This news or secret will scandalize and shake the whole regime of this kingdom, there will be uprising or worse a war between humans and vampires. I can't even begin to comprehend the disaster that will follow If this information gets into the wrong hands..