Blood King Novels & Stories

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..

Cassandra wished she too should have learned how to remain hidden. ‘Every time I close my eyes, I see someone dying, someone getting hurt. I don’t even know why images of our king flash in my mind. His golden curls, himation bellowing in the wind, and his armor shining under the sun. son of Zeus! What does this mean? Why is Apollo showing me these flashes? Will anything ominous happen to him? God forbid! "

Her brother was the crowned prince of her Kingdom and had taken ill recently. "He wrote a letter to you? That means he's getting better?" Lincoln asked gruffly. No matter how hard he tried, he could never stop his voice from having that grumpy sound. "Y... Yes, My King" Kaylan stuttered again. Lincoln sighed and moved his hands from her shoulders down to her waistline, then drew closer and kissed her neck. Kaylan was almost shivering. Oh! This is it! What she feared the most was happening to her. The King wanted pleasures from her body!

The King grabbed her hair, yanking her up. “Open your eyes.” he demanded. Maybe he’d release her if he found her reactions to be boring, she thought. Hope rose in her as she slowly opened her eyes as commanded, but it soon died when she came face to face with his groin. “Put it in your mouth.” he said as he pried Keanna’s lips apart. If she refused, she’d die. Immediately she understood, women who couldn’t satisfy the King in the bedroom died. The King’s eyes beamed with desire as she pushed it into the gaps of her opened lips. A rancid smell pierced her nose and she could almost taste it.

It was supposed to fill one with happiness, excitement, and when he’d felt the mating pull the first time, he’d been filled with it. He almost couldn’t believe that fate had paired him with such a delectable female, one that looked so much like an angel, until he’d stepped closer, his vision had cleared and he’d seen that it was Maria. Of all fucking people. He was the vampire king. How was he going to tell his people that he was mated to the person who had killed their beloved king and queen and had captured the lovely Iris? He couldn’t. He couldn’t tell them. It would never work.

Ryan declares as he thrusts hard into me, causing me to moan. I can’t believe how much he has me moaning like his damn whore. I guess at this rate, I am his personal whore because I’m certainly not his girlfriend. Ryan is the zombie king of the northeast. I’m not his queen, but kings are known for having mistresses. I have to wonder if Ryan has zombie queen, and if so, what does that make me? I hate that I’m thinking about this while Ryan and I are having sex, but I can’t help it.

I don’t think that I can use her or torture her anymore, even if her blood is responsible for the deaths of my family. Sighing, I wash the blood and regret from my skin before getting out of the shower and heading to my walk-in. I have to show my face to my men so they can see that I’m still alive and that I have a plan after this. For weeks I’ve anticipated this ambush, and they didn’t disappoint either; Xenia led them here with only a handful of hunters to an army of us. I’m sure they didn’t expect us to be so well prepared, especially now that I’ve taken the position as Vampire King.

He even lowered his head in a respectful gesture towards the king. "Your highness, your meal has been prepared and awaits your indulgence. "Would you rather eat here or in the drawing room?" With a solemn gesture, Horacio lowered his head and posed his inquiry. The monarch gazed upon it with a stoic countenance, revealing no hint of feeling. With a temperament as fiery as the sun, the King has taken to severing the heads of those who serve him directly. Within the confines of this grand palace, there exist a multitude of human beings, all of whom are dutifully serving the King in their respective capacities. Among them, there is one individual who holds a particularly unique role, serving as