Harry Potter Vampire King Fanfiction Novels & Stories

And his state was too serious for him to plan something petty. The king had somehow crossed paths or most likely gotten into something that was more than a squabble with a werewolf Alpha. He was bitten pretty badly, hence I have had to step in to ensure that the affairs of the kingdom are run smoothly for one, and also to ensure that angry, blood-tasty vengeful vampires do not start a war that no one planned for or asked for.

“No, Eva, we cannot fight him right now. Did you forget we are still not powerful enough? Either we find our fated mate, or we mate with someone else.” Eva became more violent. “No — only our fated mate can touch us,” she spoke possessively. “Exactly, Eva. I also cannot let anyone touch me. My body and soul belong to my mate.” After hearing all those things, my remaining desire to go to the party completely vanished. Especially after what Father told me about the vampire king — he is deadly, heartless, and cruel. I want to kill him. I wore a sky-blue princess gown with a diamond necklace and ring. I finished with a little makeup — not too much, just enough to look presentable in case my mate

"The world changes very fast. Some witches and vampires also live in this world alongside humans. The human race was in danger to be perished in the next few years because of the vampire's existence. They are powerful and humans are weak. Vampires are at the top of the food chain so humans are their prey. Humans can only hide or run for their lives once they saw a vampire. Witches are just a few and they are the mortal enemy of the vampire. But the last powerful witch died fifty years ago in the hands of the vampire king. People recognized vampires by their pale-looking skin and most of them are good-looking. They used their appearance to attract their prey. And the most powerful vampire is

“He must have made you believe he is human, right, mate?” “Who is he?” she demanded, her voice carrying a tone of urgency. “Tell me, Finn.” “He is my arch-enemy, the vampire king, King Dave,” I erupted, my frustration evident. “The bloodsucking creature, the king of the night.” “What?” she exclaimed, taking a step back. “Are they real?” “Of course. They are real.” I knew I had to make her understand the truth. He had deceived her, making her believe he was human.

The room was adorned with crimson drapes and eerie portraits that seemed to follow her every move. "Hera, my daughter," the King intoned, his voice a rich baritone that reverberated through the room. "The shadows have whispered of a looming threat to both our kingdoms. A prophecy, entwining the fates of vampires and werewolves, has been set into motion." Hera's eyes widened with a mix of curiosity and trepidation. "What prophecy, father? How does it concern us?" The King gestured to a cryptic tapestry that adorned the chamber walls. It depicted a convergence of moonlight and darkness, werewolves and vampires bound by a common destiny.

"If you hadn't nagged me every day about wanting a pup right away, would I have resorted to this? If you weren't so worthless in bed, would the pup look like a red wolf?" She grew bolder, voice rising. "Besides, the witch said it's yours too! Isn't that enough?" "The next world ruler will be a werewolf's— you should be thanking me, not blaming me!" Hearing Clara's words, the elf and vampire clan leaders immediately stepped forward from the crowd.

At its tip, a gemstone the color of arterial blood. He stood at the center of the corridor, dead still. Dylan stopped. The girl whimpered against his chest. "Aurelian." Dylan's voice came out barely above a whisper. The blood left my hands. Aurelian Ashbourne. The Vampire King. The man who walked out of my house when I was six years old and left three bodies behind him. "It seems you're quite familiar with me." His voice was low and warped, wrapped in the same distortion as his face.

Zaros said through his gritting teeth as he threw daggers at her. "I no longer belong to Vampira. And… My Lord, lower your voice. You will wake my lady. She is tired today. The day is tough," Celine said with the same flowery smile. Or does she think she can behave any way she wants because she wasn't in the Vampira? If she thinks that way she was wrong. Very wrong. "Remember, I am the Vampire King," Zaros said through his gritting teeth as he threw daggers at her.

I know that he cannot figure out my identity and that is best for me at this moment. "Hmph! A puny human like you wants to aggravate me in this accursed forest? Do you believe that I can make you my meal right now?" The Vampire King sneers and waves his hand. Suddenly, I feel as if a cold hand is strangling me. I can easily fight this off yet I don't.

"Hi, I'm Eloise." Thinking that the girl was still a vampire even though she looked so young and innocent, Lanver couldn't bring himself to smile back. But then were his parents from this world and had lived with them? Maybe vampires were just portrayed in the human world as monsters when the truth was they were not? "She's our youngest," the King said. "Have a seat and let me properly introduce myself to you." Lanver sighed and took a seat without sitting beside any of them. They were still vampires, after all. Who knew one of them would suddenly grab his neck if he stayed too close? Necessary precautions were advisable at times like this.