Halls Of The Blood King Novels & Stories

He can't accept the fact that his father is none other than the vicious man bearing the title of the “tyrant vampire king.” Raellus Night Hale, the 99th king of Hale's vampire royalties. The tyrant who overthrew the previous king— with his power alone and his loyal subordinate. He is an egotistical, power-crazed vampire king. And Leon, being the tyrant's bastard son, makes him the castle's laughingstock for being the only half-blood vampire.

Ryan declares as he thrusts hard into me, causing me to moan. I can’t believe how much he has me moaning like his damn whore. I guess at this rate, I am his personal whore because I’m certainly not his girlfriend. Ryan is the zombie king of the northeast. I’m not his queen, but kings are known for having mistresses. I have to wonder if Ryan has zombie queen, and if so, what does that make me? I hate that I’m thinking about this while Ryan and I are having sex, but I can’t help it.

They come out of the room to meet Gavin and Hector. Luis nods to both. Hector goes into the room and comes back out with wide eyes. “What the fuck happened?” “Gavin explain.” Veronica says with a smirk on her lips. “Yes, Donna.” Gavin says with a chuckle. “This is a reason the Donna is called the Blood Queen.” The color drains from Hector’s face and Luis laughs. “That’s part of why I keep reminding everyone to be respectful.” Luis says with a small chuckle.

The urge to throw up is intense at the moment as my brain tries to grasp knowledge of what the King is doing to himself right now. “Why would you do that?” I scream at him, but I actually screamed out of concern for him. I’m forced to look back at his wound. My lips twitch, and my brows furrow when I notice the color of his blood. It’s not red. A golden color drips from his palms, down to the tiles— it looks like ichor, golden ichor. “Your blood…” I trail. He stares quietly, his face numb of any pain. It’s almost like he can’t feel the effects of what he has done to himself.

Jealousy is a bitch and I'm the hellish King that needs to put on his big boy pants and calm the fuck down. I didn't think that harem court was the first place that I thought when I saw the entrance. The intricate design was hellishly regal, and the wooden and stone carvings were perfectly placed. The red and golden colorings indicating the royal color of the south kingdom made me think twice about the kind of kink that Ranulf, the king of the South has for his harem. But then I remembered that the court had existed long before Ranulf ruled as king.

He gasped instantly, his eyes widening as my blood's taste overwhelmed him. "Oh my...." He moaned. He gazed at me with cruel intent. I was too dizzy for this. Goosebumps broke out over my skin. The look in his eyes told me he was about to tell me some very, very bad news. "This blood is no ordinary blood. This is fit for a king. The King of Wrath, no doubt." He declared, his eyes roaming my body. All the dark ones turned their heads toward me, their eyes gleaming with hunger. "You're the king's blood whore." The leader spoke.

I follow behind him as he races down the stairs. “Where are my guards?!” he thunders. I continue to follow him as he heaves the double doors of the suite open and immediately my footsteps slow to a snail’s pace at the sight before us. I slowly make my way to the King’s side and look down at the two bodies lying lifeless on the marble floor in a thick pool of crimson blood. Dark brown eyes that were once full of life now hold nothing but cold emptiness as they look up at me from Andromeda’s severed head. I swallow down the bile rising up my throat as the King slowly squats down and with a trembling hand, reaches out to close Andromeda’s eyes. A few feet from her head is her helmet and her spr

The click of the key echoed through the room like a final warning. ... Stefan mounted his dark horse and rode quickly through the forest trail that led to the palace. His long coat flew behind him as the guards at the gate stood aside, recognizing him immediately. No one questioned his presence. He didn’t speak unless he had to, and even then, he kept it brief. Inside the vampire palace, torch flames flickered against the dark stone walls. The corridors smelled of old wine, firewood, and faint traces of blood. Stefan knelt before the king in the royal hall. King Lucien sat on a silver throne, dressed in black robes with crimson details. His eyes glowed red as he sipped from a glass filled wi

Kanyon asked, with a hint of venom in his tone. "I'm not sure, I—I," he stuttered. The king's eyes flashed golden as his teeth grew out of his gums. He seized the alpha by the neck. "That's not a good enough answer. Why the hell is there blood on the floor? Whose blood is it? It doesn't smell like an animal's." "It's the girl's blood," the alpha squeezed out as he struggled to loosen king Kanyon's grip on his neck. "Go on," the king urged, releasing him.

If something happened to him, something likely happened to her as well. “Where is the King?” Bethany asks. “Is he missing?” “He’s dead.” Bethany freezes, shocked. She didn’t think anyone or anything could take down the King. How could this even happen? None of this makes sense. “Get to work,” the man says, giving Bethany a shove toward the door of the Hall. “And if you throw up, you are the one who has to clean it up.” “Why would I…?” Bethany starts, but her voice fails as she steps into the carnage of the Hall.