Fated To The Vampire Lord Novels & Stories

Gabriel says. “As unlikely as this is, if she tries to confront him-” Damien inputs. “He will kill her.” Zak finishes, wiping a hand across his face. My heart picked up its pace as yet another person wanted me dead just for existing. “He won’t even give her a chance to explain. He’ll assume she just wants to take over his pack.” “The only way for her to transform is through the Lycan ceremony. Only Alpha Killian can perform it.” Damien says. “Would he not want a successor? He’s not named anyone yet and a Lycan would be an ideal pick for him.” Luke adds.

I am kind of a big deal around here and to the entire vampire clan, so hell will freeze over before anyone decides to become the focus of my anger. “I am sorry your highness, but I don’t know what to say about your case. It is forbidden for vampires to mate with humans do not think…” “You do not think what Yuri? No one said anything about mating now so I would advise you not to finish that statement if you still have the slightest intention to have a good rest today” “I am sorry your highness. Pardon me for my hasty assumptions. Like I said earlier, your meal is ready. It has been for quite some time now, and I think the blood must be getting cold”

“Why do I get the feeling that you hate me even more than Priest does?” Shaking his head, he scoffs and pulls my arm out of his grip. “I met my Fated fifteen years ago right here in Vegas in the middle of a suburb,” he starts. “She was beautiful; hair the color of honey, eyes bluer than a cloudless day, and a temperament that could cause even Gabe to calm down.” I frown. “What does this have to do with me? What is a Fated?” He turns around to face me and places the tray on the nightstand. “Ever heard of something called a ‘mate’ amongst werewolves?” I nod. “Well, we vampires have something called a Fated, and only vampires 200 years and older get to meet theirs.”

Archer said, looking lost in thoughts as though he was looking at the collection of his reminiscences turning each page that had a darker story to reveal. "Even the Vaidel Dynasty ruled by one of the greatest vampire lords Frederick, could not fight the attack and all the people there were left dead and the land was left soaked in blood and crashed in fire.....Even the princess did not survive, everything was " As the words left Micheal's mouth my entire word seemed to be screeched to a halt. The lost pieces of my memories fighting to join back, a pain that stung my chest upon hearing the tragic description as though it was something I was deeply related to. The name of the vampire lord, it

********CADEN******** Getting to know Riley and the kids was kind of fun but as much as it was fun, the pack were asking about who she is and how she is related to me. I wasn’t scared of their reaction when they find out she is mate, I was scared of the series of competition that was going to follow. If someone who is a rogue, a vampire or human turns out to be an Alpha’s mate, it was mandatory for the pack members to come out if interested to fight the position of Luna because many believes such a person isn’t capable of leading a pack.

Her mouth parted, but no words came out. I looked around. The woods were still. Quiet. “If you tell anyone,” I warned her, “it’s not just my head they’ll come for.” Amma nodded quickly. “I won’t. I swear.” I exhaled. “I found out on the day of Alec’s coronation.” “Found out what?” “We’re… fated.” She didn’t speak. Just stared at me like I’d grown a second head. The silence wrapped around us. “I didn’t ask for it,” I whispered. “I don’t want it.”

“That's quite a reason, but I don't think it is enough to make you hold back from your destiny.’’ Lady Amora spoke up after a short moment. ‘‘What are you talking about?’’ It was about time I knew what everyone meant by my tattoo being my destiny. ‘‘Your mate. Reaching your mate and helping him with the power of your tattoo is your destiny.’’ She repeated. ‘‘Wh-what?’’ I dazed, my heart stomping against my chest at the dreadful meaning that laid behind her statement. “You said you met him already. Let go of your flimsy marriage with Thompson and match with your mate. The lycan king.’’ My eyes almost popped off their sockets, unable to believe my world with a long beep sounding against my ear

We were both stunned by this action. “I am Hecate, the Goddess of Magic, the one responsible for the creation of the vampire species. I felt that it was past time for everyone to hear the truth about your species. Originally, vampires were created to protect the vulnerable, the innocents that other species harmed without regard. Unfortunately, that became tainted by those who sought power. To fix this, I sought the most worthy of vampires and found a pair of fated beloveds, knowing that they would be able to help restore the balance. They were the very first Precoza rulers. Many years ago, I personally chose your Queen, Imeela Precoza, as my warrior, knowing that she would have everything ne

Finally peaceful. She deserved a world where she didn't have to fight before she could walk. But she didn't have that world. She had this one. And we'd burn through every last option before we let it take her. "Fine," I said. "Three weeks. Then we go to the vampires." "Good." Thessara turned to leave. Stopped. "One more thing. The vampire lord's name is Draven." The blood drained from Marcus's face. "Draven?" he whispered. "The same Draven who sired me?"

He glanced at me once—cold, detached—before his lips curled. “I won’t mark Quinn. I’d rather die.” “If you force me, I’ll sire a dozen pups outside this pack—and let her raise them all.” The elder by the fireplace—Gregory, Caleb’s grandfather and the former Alpha—froze. His hand trembled as he lifted a third cane high. “What is wrong with Quinn?” His voice shook the chamber. “She is loyal, pure, chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. How is she any less than the she-wolves you crawl to at night?”