From Dusk Till Dawn Vampire Queen Novels & Stories

Silence engulfs the whole dungeon, and the air around them became intense and overwhelming —they were extremely apprehensive and unsettled. At the dusk, Queen Isle and her men arrived at the Vampires kingdom. They all gathered at the border of the kingdom, they already killed the vampire's guards at the border. "Shawn!" She stringently calls, and Shawn comes into view as he quickly rushed toward her. "Yes, my queen!" He bows in front of her. "Take some of the men with you, ambush the path leading from the back of the kingdom —I and beta Kappa attacks from the frontline," Queen instructed, and Shawn nods at her before running off to the men.

Dylan walks me to the ring; he stops in his tracks, his face turning pale; I turn to him, concerned as I ask. "What's wrong, buddy?" His face is expressionless as he looks into the crowd and whispers. "It's her." I turn my head to see who he is looking at as I say. "It's who Dylan." His voice is barely Audible as he says....."The Vampire Queen…... it's her...she's here." I lift my head to where Dylan is looking………. it's her, the beautiful woman with the empty eyes……. She's the vampire Queen….

“My queen.” I don’t move. The darkness parts. She steps through as if the night has chosen to wear a crown. The Vampire Queen is tall and graceful, her presence quiet but overwhelming. Her skin is pale as moonstone, her hair black threaded with silver, her gown simple and immaculate—velvet and silk, no wasted excess. Her eyes are deep red, not feral, not cruel. Grieving. She takes one look at the pyre and stops. For the first time since I’ve known of her, the queen of vampires looks… tired.

“Now, Mira, be a good pet. Crawl to me and put your mouth to use. Show them what you do best.” His words left me hollow and heavy. My limbs turned to stone as the world tilted and faded into a grey, muffled blur. Shock finally shattered what little strength I had left, leaving me trembling and nearly blind. “I said crawl,” Draven’s voice boomed, echoing off the stone walls like a death sentence. I closed my eyes, growing weaker and weaker. A single tear rolled down my cheek. The infamous Dragon Queen. The future Lycan and Werewolf Queen. The woman gifted with magic powers.

Shiloh replied without hesitation, "Wyrmhelm, for one. He's already marked for death. But my real problem isn't in Holtrien right now. My old rival has just woken up too. And this time, we'll see who finishes who." Something clicked in Andrew's mind, and his expression sharpened. "Your old rival isn't in Holtrien, and just recently awakened? Is she with the Dark Trinity from the West?" Shiloh glanced at him and nodded. "That's right. She's also known as the Vampire Queen or the Blood Queen, and she rules the Dark Clans. Sounds like you already know about her." Andrew and Nyx both froze.

Suddenly a white blurred shadow snapped the neck of the Vampire holding Lucinda and advanced on the one who had been ready to pounce. "Nobody touches my daughter you bitch." she spat at the female Vampire who had been about to hurt Lucinda. The ethereal yet vicious voice belonged to the white haired pale skinned Vampire Queen as she took out the other Vampire. I noticed another wolf had joined the fray along with two more women. I got back to my feet and relaxed slightly the numbers were now more in our favour surely. I didn't know who these people were except of course the Vampire Queen but I was glad they had turned up. The red haired woman spoke next. "Daphne what do you need?" She asked.

I whispered, the name tasting like cold iron. From the black-emerald light of the Ziggurat, a new figure stepped out—not a goddess, and not a bureaucrat, but a woman with fur like a black hole and eyes of absolute, carnal emerald, her claws dripping with the blood of the First Alpha she had just executed for the second time. "Welcome to the End of the Myth, Darlene," the Wolf-Queen growled, her voice a perfect mirror of my own prehistoric hunger. "It’s time to find out if the 'Queen' can survive the Woman who first taught the Alpha how to Bleed."

Julian emerges first—pale, elegant in tailored black, fangs gleaming, eyes crimson with hunger. Behind him, the vampire army—hundreds strong, capes billowing though no wind blows, shadows clinging like living cloaks. Some old—Victorian elegance. Some new—modern tactical gear over immortal skin. All deadly. **Julian (bowing slight, voice smooth as silk, smile sharp):** “Storm Queen. Your call echoes in every vein of the night. The Bathory Covenant answers. The horde is yours.” The battle ignites. Swarm charges—tendrils whipping, beasts leaping in waves, gravity pockets warping bullets mid-flight.

"Your Highness, what's the point of coming here if we will not look for the queen?" "The queen? You are looking for the dead queen?" "She is not yet dead!" Dawn snarled. "Take back what you said, leech!" Unbothered by the woman’s outburst, the vampire king's eyes squinted. "I know you. The luna of an annihilated pack. The previous alpha king wiped out your pack." Perseus' eyes danced. "I see. You became the slave of your pack's murderer. Your people will be displeased if they are alive right now."

How is that possible, I'm an ancient Vampire, how would I mate with a wolf. She's the one I had always dreamed about, the girl with long blonde hair. She had blue eyes with the ocean aura but they were more intense. I couldn't get my eyes off her. She is very beautiful, she has a petite but sharp curvy figure. I might have thought she looked fragile but she looked strong, she had the eyes of a leader. I should excuse her though. What am I thinking, why would I excuse my mate? I should introduce myself instead. "I am Alaric Dusk, who are you?".