Fated To The Vampire Lord Novels & Stories

"The vampire lord has his eyes on her. And once he finds a way, he will strike" "Vampire lord?",Belphegor asked in deep thought. "You mean, the vampire lord, the one with the vendetta against the lycan?" "That very one",Lilith agreed and lay smoothly on the counter. She watched the mischievous smile that crept up Belphegor's face and she knew instantly that he had a plan. The sly sloth! "Find out what you can about the girl's true identity",he said finally. "If Hades has his eyes on her, then it must be for a reason. I'm beginning to get curious about her"

The woman in his nightmare had turned him into a sex god - fucking - freaks. A while ago he was asking the lady for a dance and no lady in her right senses would turn down a dance with one of the charming vampire lord and as soon as they had started dancing he had excuse her and had taken for a walk round the palace before ending the night trip in his bedroom while classical music still played loudly

his voice was full of determination and without a second thought, he made his way into the torture room. “Xerxes hold on!” Clarissa tried to stop him from doing something stupid but he shoved her aside and made his way further in. Finally, he reached the door and with anger in his breathing, he turned to his pack member and personal spy. “Open the door, Royce,” he commanded in his deep voice. “I wonder what I must have done in my past life that the great Lycan himself agreed to pay me a visit.” The words came from a thousand years old witch.

Ilyana curled up on the bed and tried to figure out what to do. - Darling, I don’t want to part with you. But a great honor awaits you - to belong to the Lord! I'm so happy for you! - the vampire sat down next to the girl and grabbed her face with cold fingers. - I will come to you if the Lord allows. After all, you and I were created to love each other. Or maybe I’ll be lucky and I can share the nights with you! - Kyrian’s enthusiastic gaze wandered beyond the bounds of his imagination.

He didn't like the future prophecy bullshit. "Because you are under some lady. Break out, join my clan, and together, we will fight against these demons. Have you seen any of them? They are terrifying because they have the ability to suck your soul." Lord Ashton urgently urged. He had no time to waste with inexperienced clan leaders like Liam. "Imagine getting sucked inside some dangerous hunter. The two of you will be one. You will never have a free mind. You will be tormented for all eternity. A vampire is immortal. They will start with the vampires first. We need to be strong together and fight."

He repeated as he turned his icy glare back to the vampire who spoke. “Lord Quinten, High Elder of the Blood Lust Coven, has ordered us to tell the Scotland Pack pup that the deal is off. He has taken Lady Ember back to his coven to make her his Queen. Together they will be a force no one will reckon with and they will rule together. Give up, the time of wolves is over.” The vampire was grinning by the time he was done speaking his eyes glowing with passion. He started laughing the sound sending chills up Torin's spine. He saw red at the mention of this High Elder taking his Fated as his queen. He dropped his bow, drew his sword, and sent his head flying in the blink of an eye. Archie grabbe

And I was a future king living on borrowed time. Since my first shift, a curse had taken root in my bones. My wolf—the core of what it meant to be Lycan—was a traitor, turning against me from within. The Royal Healers called it Spirit Fragmentation, a polished name for a slow death. They said the curse would hollow me out, consuming the wolf first, then my mind, and finally my body. My only hope, they claimed, was to find my fated mate. The one soul who could bind the fraying edges of my own.

the man said. “Is that why you decided to sit back and watch others die?” Killian growled. “No, because. I cannot find the lordess of destruction on my own. If you want to find the lords of destruction, then you will have to appear in the cave at the bottom of the hill in the woods of the vampires. The crystal of the legacies will show you who the chosen one of the lordess is, and… her end,” he muttered and took a deep breath before turning around and heading towards the door.

If anyone touched a hair on Marley’s head, Rhayden would go feral and I would have to follow suit. She sighed, closing her eyes and I turned to Rhayden, “Surely…” My little brother frowned and shook his head, lowering his gaze. “Othello agreed.” “Fuck!” There was no getting out of it. Marley would be a prisoner in her home. The one place which was supposed to offer her sanctuary was about to be her prison. I turned my gaze back to our human lover. “Marley, I’m sorry, Othello is the Lord of the Vampires. We can’t cross him, no matter what.”

In the final year of my bond with vampire lord Saul, the curse of our pact struck, and I was overwhelmed by agony, but my lord was nowhere to be found. He had gone out. He left me to suffer. Alone. When the door finally creaked open the next morning, I looked up through bloodshot eyes—hope flickering like a dying candle. But he wasn't alone. He carried an unconscious woman in his arms, her head resting against his chest like she belonged there.