Harry Potter Vampire King Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Silver can kill an average vampire when it drives straight to the heart, the same with a stick, but for me, it couldn't kill me, but it can paralyze me for a few minutes, enough time for my enemy to kill me by removing my head or setting my body on fire. Louis, Luther, and Lucas quickly ran after whoever fired the arrow while I stood there with Raul beside me, waiting. Ten minutes later, they returned with two other vampires, both arms tied behind them. "You're going to die. Sooner or later, you will die. Not in our hands, but more are coming for your life, vampire, King. You're not a capable king. You're not suitable to be called King. You're a piece of trash. Without your royal blood, you'

The chosen one attacked the king with hatred. Sharp claws dug into his shoulders. The girl's fangs sank into the vampire's cheek and jerked. Blood rushed into my throat. Ira turned away and spat out a piece of meat onto the bed. The collar became heated, but the brunette was not going to back down. Grunting, the girl dug her fingers into the king's stomach, but Vragenn's satisfied look and lack of resistance on his part confused Ira. Strong hands grabbed her wrists.

But I don’t have to hide here, with him: My lover and toy. “Please, A stór—arrgh— I’m sorry!" Harry wails, so pretty scary, I want to fuck his throat already. “Shhh.” Yanking his hair, I press a finger to his lips. “I’m not your treasure. I’m your king.” Harry’s body flushes. Barely breathing, blinking. With the way his pupils dilate, I’m almost scared he’ll pass out. His head tilts, enough to call a nod. “Y-Yes..”

The king was consumed by an insatiable yearning to extract the very essence of life from whomever possessed such alluring blood. "Your Majesty, it's a virgin. She's already arrived in the dungeon, eager to serve you. The bloodthirsty vampires, who were on the verge of indulging in your grandiose banquet, have been successfully foiled." The regal king gazed upon the vampires adorning the harp. Cromwell Kohler, the nobleman, spoke. The monarch arched a regal eyebrow. The valiant vampires had been entrusted with a noble mission: to aid the King in his quest to find his beloved. As a gesture of gratitude towards the ruler, they brought forth an offering. He recognizes the names bestowed upon the

I could drain all her blood right now and then rip her head clean off! Her people were ready to strike me down. Me, their King, as I came in here unannounced, and threatening their Queen. The little, spoiled vampire princess of the their realm. "What is the meaning of this Your Highness?!" Yells Fehdrik, The vampire King, Cyn's old man. My eyes trained on Cyn's struggling face with so much anger I couldn't speak. Fighting my demons on weather or not I should snap her neck and kill all her people, or rip her throat out and shift into my Demon-Wolf and still cause chaos!

I shrieked but he looked away, ignoring me. “What do you expect? This is a vampire land.” He scowled. I almost cried. But I'm not a vampire! Can't they see that I didn't have fangs? Why would they casually serve blood? “But—” “No, buts. Wait patiently till they bring your fox meat. ” The Vampire King interrupted. Mean! He's definitely acting mean right now. I guess I had no choice but to wait. I watched from my peripheral sight as the Vampire King inspected the goblet. He nodded, then took a gulp.

That thought alone embarrasses me more than the fact that my boss has now seen me completely naked. “You should get yourself dressed and then come look for me in m-” His words are cut off by the banging of my door, startling the both of us at the unexpected visitor. My heartrate quickens when I turn to the side and see it is my vampire prince standing in the doorway with a disapproving look on his face.

The sky above the ritual stone roiled crimson, threatening to burst into chaos if not tamed soon. And in the center of it all stood Brannon, the Werewolf Alpha—massive, bloodied, and trembling with rage. His once gleaming fur was matted with dirt and blood, his amber eyes now feral, rimmed with red. The weight of loss—his son, his packmates—had warped him into something monstrous. And facing him, in deadly silence, stood Christian, the Vampire King. His obsidian armor glinted dully under the fading light, streaked with blood not his own. His face, carved from stillness, betrayed no emotion—only the storm behind his eyes betrayed the seething fury beneath his calm.

Sick blood sucking bastards. "When I am done with you, you will love to be taken this way, you will beg and desire only this. You will search for me," he moved closer, almost dropping to his knees inbetween her. "And I will willing accept you into my House and give you, this little dog, a place in my harem." The fvck?! As vampires got closer, Zezi wondered where the King was. All that shouting about his main goal to have her as his, about how he would protect her, and how much power he had, yet he couldn't even protect her from this.

Beads of sweat started forming on my forehead and I knew what was coming next. Before I could even name it, the hunger came. It was so intense and I thought I could lose my mind. Vampires drink blood. And I am a vampire. Not just an ordinary vampire but a cursed one. I get this insatiable hunger when midnight strikes and I couldn't control myself. But I don’t understand why I am having the feeling now when it’s not yet midnight. I looked at the girl in front of me, wearing a worried look on her face. Her name’s Annalise, a new student. And if she doesn’t run away right now, she’d be my victim.