Fangs Of The Blood Queen Novels & Stories

as time goes on the Queen got pregnant carrying the King's child the one who is said to be the bloody vampire King .there was war going on between Venngreberg and the witches due to The Killing of the witches on the the kings wedding night demon Lord Raul and queen Natalie building forces against the king unknown to the King they were planning his death the demon Lord who was his trusted Ally . Queen Lana came out one night feeling heavy she was looking for her king in the palace garden where he usually rest she saw him sitting down on a wooden chair placed in the garden slowly she went and touched him from the back

, she muttered under her breath as she sat at her study table. Aella pulled out a thick book from her backpack. The book’s title was ‘Myths and tales of vampires.’. Aella put a straw through her juice box and took a sip. Aella put on her headphones and opened a page of the book that had a bookmark there. Aella used her finger to trace where she last stopped reading. “Royal Queen Mary’s blood and her descendant?”, Aella muttered under her breath. Aella read further and saw Queen Mary’s picture taking up the whole page.

[Arthur] Her blood covers my shirt, my pants, and my hands because even though I am not the one carrying her, Faye has lost so much blood it is unavoidable. How could we use her as bait? Why did we think this was the best plan, the only plan to find the traitor in our number? And how could we be so stupid as to underestimate the power and reach of a fae queen determined to keep her throne?

The sun is shining. "Isn't she your girl?" Huh? Who? Me? My mind asked that because of confusion. “Yes. He is the one our schoolmates are talking about. They said they couldn't smell her blood so they didn't know if she is vampire blood or not," "Really?!" “Yes. And even if you smell the air, you won't smell anything from her except her perfume," "That's weird," "Bro, I didn't smell anything on her except her perfume," "Me too, I didn't smell her blood,"

Alaric confirmed her signature and smiled at her. "I don't care about you but close your eyes for a moment" "Why should I do that?" The woman asked alarmed, "You'll Know when you close them" "Look I've done all you asked for, just let me go" "Well you see , I can't do that. You've seen so many and besides you might blackmail me later on and I have the strong mind you will so let's finish this here okay?"Alaric said and looked at the woman. The woman immediately stood up and started running but she hadn't gotten far when Alaric caught her and drained her blood. He left the building and used his powers to set the building on fire.

I gladly gave them because they'll produce the best and tastiest blood after they had their multiple orgasms. It might be majestic and the feel was amazing some of them said to have intercourses with me. For me, since I didn’t feel a thing, I didn’t care if they enjoyed it so much. All I care about was they produced the best blood that could make me full and I didn’t need to drink blood for a while. Behind my will to protect humans, I was indeed still a monster vampire. Let alone, I was the vampire queen. Who could be more ruthless than the vampire queen?

She inquired but I would not listen to a word that she had to say. I howled beastly at her and she shivered hard with fear. I could hear her heart beating, I could feel her feet shivering and those only made me gladdened my heart, the smell of fear. Don't hurt me, Eva, it's me, your lovely mother." she returned to me trembling with fear and cold shivers already running down her spine. But I would not listen to a word that she had to say, my quest for blood and flesh was far greater than her pleas...

He was watching me become a queen of shadows, not a queen of wolves. I didn't hesitate. I pressed the blade to my palm, my blood, the blood of the Shadow Queen, welling up from the cut. It was a dark, crimson color, almost black in the moonlight. I let it drip onto the ground, each drop sizzling as it hit the earth, a hiss of dark energy meeting the soil.

A promise, warning and declaration. Inside the charred embassy courtyard, six bodies hung from the walls, their throats marked with the same phrase. Soldiers whispered in terror. Cameras caught the images before the queen’s guard could erase them. By noon, the message had spread to every continent. The Blood Queen lives. And she’s coming home. Bianca watched the chaos unfold from the shadows of a nearby rooftop. She lit a cigarette, her hands steady despite the ache inside them. “This was never about power,” she murmured to herself. “It was about names, blood, and debt.”

Black eyes are tiny stones that gleam with something dark and predatory stuck within. A hand is suddenly around my neck—cold. A shock of panic is sent through me by icy fingers. I know that the vampire has more strength than he is applying, but I can’t tell how much right away. I only know that if I move the wrong way too quickly, I might regret it. “So this is your queen?” The fanger has a voice that is low and mocking. He savors every moment of directing the conversation as he moves a thumb up my carotid artery in my neck. My pulse throbs painfully under his touch.