Fated To The Vampire Lord Novels & Stories

How unfortunate, she was the victim here but instead she had been tainted the culprit and either way, he had deserved that slap. "We're here." Freya said, looking at her friend with pitiful eyes. Ericka gazed at the house in front and a tinge of disgust washed over her. "Let's go to your place, please." A smile crept to Freya's face. "I was hoping you would say that." --- At the Hart's mansion. Xander walked into his room, slamming the door behind him. He slid down to the floor, his hands pulling at his hair. Gosh!.

Instead of transforming into Steel's dark reddish body, he was shifting into a lycan with black fur. I slammed the door hard before he could get me, but he broke it. I was screaming my head out. Alas! Tonight is the night the witless vampire shall cease to exist in this world. I knew my death was going to take place as soon as I walked into that passageway, but I did not know that it will be in the hands of Lucifer. I fell suddenly on a body and I looked up to Ripper.

As dawn broke over the castle, Dominic stood victorious, his troops cheering in triumph, as they hoisted their banners and claimed Belle Morte as their own. The moon was high in the sky, casting a pale light over the castle of vampire lord Khal. The castle was a formidable sight, with its towering walls and eerie aura. Khal, the ruthless and powerful vampire lord, stood in the center of the courtyard, surrounded by his loyal followers, waiting for alpha Cyrus as they all had been kneeling after defeat.

Being a creature of the night, I embraced the warmth of the Lycan Alpha's lips as a harbinger of change—a celestial alignment that defied the conventions of our supernatural realms. In that fleeting moment, I surrendered to the currents of destiny, my lips locking with her in a silent vow that echoed through the ages. The kiss, an ephemeral communion, spoke of a connection that transcended the confines of immortality—a union forged in the crucible of time, where vampire and Lycan found solace in the embrace of each other. Yes. She's a Lycan. A Lycan who was destined to end my life, but even after knowing that, I am still ready to get my life taken if it's her who’ll take it.

"H-how are you…still you?” "I am immortal, I don't age physically. I am a god and a particular werewolf princess wished I got a stroke and felt sick. She even called me a bastard." "I- I it's your fault. Y-you promised." she stuttered, "You promised you'd be there if I called," "And I was there.". "You were late! Wha-What if you came a bit later, I would have been married off to tha-" "I would have never let that happen." I cut her off sternly and she wrapped her arms around my neck startling me.

She believed he was either a fallen angel, a wilderness spirit, or an anomaly, since his origin was unknown, obscure in mist and fog — something even she, the holy maiden, couldn't foretell. “Lead the way,” Azael's voice came out bitingly cold as he ordered Butler Thomas. “Yes, my Lord.” Butler Thomas felt relieved, his respect for Miss Lynette deepening for saving him, even though she hadn't lifted a finger. He now believed Miss Lynette must be his lucky star. Though he was happy his Lord had found his fated one, he also hoped Miss Lynette would be able to accommodate his Lord. Because he knew how possessive and clingy vampires were of their mates, especially the fated ones.

Elvie, Elizabeth, and Jasmine fought desperately for their lives, but the vampires were relentless. In the midst of the chaos, Elvie managed to gasp, "Why are you doing this?" The vampire leader, still grinning, replied between attacks, "Because it's in our nature, my dear. We exist to feed, to revel in the fear and desperation of our prey." As the onslaught continued, the desperate pleas and cries of the family echoed through the moonlit forest. The vampires, devoid of mercy, took satisfaction in their ruthless pursuit. In their final moments, Elvie, Elizabeth, and Jasmine huddled together, their faces etched with terror and despair. The forest, once a symbol of their hopes for a new beginn

He thrust deep, and I cried out, the pleasure crashing through me like the moon’s waves. "Mine," he groaned. "Forever." We lay spent in the snow, clinging to each other, the bond singing between us. Then, the ground trembled. RUMBLE. Victor stiffened. Ancient stones rose around the clearing, shooting up from the earth. The same binding spell as before—but stronger. Red light snapped shut, trapping us. The Vampire Lord stepped out from the edge of the trees. His crimson eyes gleamed with triumph. "The child comes tonight," he said, his voice echoing in the trapped circle. "Under this moon. And we are ready."

My heart was racing a mile a minute, caught between wanting to bolt and the terrifying realization that I was trapped in his personal vault with an actual vampire. He was impossibly strong, and as he held me there I understood I wasn’t just in his house, I was in his world. “You think this is a game, Andrea?” he growled, one hand sliding up to the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair. “It’s not. This is an inheritance, a bond written in blood. You belong to the bloodline now… and you belong to me. You can try to burn the cage, but you’ll find the fire only burns the one holding the match.”

Dorian Valenti. The brutal lord of an ancient vampire family. They called him the king of everything lawless in the underworld. They said he had killed his own father and his own brother to rise. They said there was no crime under the moon he had not committed, no line he had not crossed. To ordinary people, his name was a legend you did not speak. The girls at the monastery would whisper it sometimes, and then they would look at one another and stop, and close their mouths, because even saying the sound of it felt like a blasphemy against the Goddess.