Interview With A Vampire And Queen Of The Damned Novels & Stories

"Whole story please Jonathan, I know something is missing, actually not something but many things is missing" "The vampire Queen was rather sparse with the details of what happened to him. To understand what she is to Boss and Man, you need to understand the circumstances of their first . . . meeting." Jonathan paused as he took another sip. "And I'm not sure that you'd want to know about that." Allena licked her lips as she sat down beside Jonathan, before nodding hesitantly. "Tell me." "Ok I will but I can't tell you everything without Man and Boss permission, because Type is their mate"

“It’s not that easy. Damian must have said something that hurt her. I have a hunch that the queen knows something that led him to give up on this bond.” Celie groaned. “I hate that woman. What the fuck does she want?” I remained silent. If she had asked me this question a few decades ago I would have said that she just wanted every vampire to be purebred or pureblooded. But now, I wasn’t so sure. ~~~**~~~ Myra

Damn! “To kill a vampire,” I say, deciding to go with the truth. “You don’t need the scythe for this.” “Queen scorpion, this is not an ordinary vampire. This one is an ancient one. He made a pact with Hades, so he can’t be killed with normal weapons. I have tried this multiple times.” The Queen opens her mouth to speak, but another scorpion that looks like a scholar comes and says something in their language. At first, the Queen frowns, but as the scholar keeps talking, a smile appears on her lips.

“He has always been the real, secret power behind the vampire kingdom. For him to make himself known again…” Someone shushed her. But the voice continued, “We might be headed for another war.” A second voice countered the first, just as softly, “What more could the vampires take from us that they don’t already have?” The first woman answered, “There is always more. They have our freedom, but not our spirit. Soon, they will want that too.” A few more people hushed the voices, and they went quiet this time. Just hearing Damien’s name sent a shiver down my spine. To face the Blood King himself was a terrifying prospect. I already had many reasons for praying I would not be chosen, but this was

I stood before them with them taking a step back. “ Alpha, Luna Greyhemm and Elissa. I am sorry to state that the daughter you lost, Thyra Greyhemm died that day. I am not her and I do not want to be her. My name is Flavia Nespereira, the vampire queen and this is my chosen mate, Dante Domenique Nespereira. He is the vampire king. I am so sorry for your lose. Elissa, I am sorry for the life you have been forced to live and hope that one day we could maybe be friends if you would like.” I spoke out, staring at her. Her shock went even higher, mouth just agape.

, Sacha muttered, freaking me out as I grabbed Lanie's phone from her, reading the headline at the same time Sacha said, her excitement palpable as dread coated my bones, "You were photographed with Jacob St. Laurent" "I'll call you back, Sash", I said into the phone before ending the call as I shrieked, "Whattt", rereading the headline again, 'THE KING OF VAMPIRES SPOTTED WITH A HUMAN'. I scanned down the article, complete with pictures of me and Jacob in his car this evening as we drove out of the Ridlers. The obvious disdain behind the word, 'human' not lost on me Lanie didn't even wait for me to hand her back her phone before she rapidly started firing off her questions,

They are the most vein creatures for the most part, they absolutely love the camera. Of course those who prefer to stay in the shadows, in the dark ... not so much. “This is the interview of Eva Gonzalez, maker of Vincent Lopez. Today is August 14, and we are in Caracas, Venezuela in the home of Queen Sofia,” I said, while waiting for my guest. The vampire entered the room without making a sound, as they usually did. I rose to my feet and gestured for her to sit in the seat in front of me. My manners nearly inclined me to offer her a drink but obviously for a vampire that had an entirely different meaning.

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.

***** In a large meeting hall, five vampires that hold Country B sat around the long conference table, the expression on their faces was emotionless and their presence make the waitress serving them shivered in fear even though she herself was a vampire and she instantly cowers away after serving them. One of them is the King of Country B himself, King Lazarus Dragoon, the richest man in the world, Bartholomew Powers, and other important personnel like Nikolas Dagger, Felix Hunt, and a woman who appeared to be in her thirties, Lucinda Dragoon. Placing down the cup of fresh blood he just seeped down, King Lazarus went straight to the point "It is time to choose the crown prince". The five peo

Violet's eyes narrowed at the man and she stuck her tongue out at him making Michael and I chuckle. "Where is your queen at, king?" She snapped back and Damon Shaw looked taken back. "She perished due to an incurable blood disorder," Draven told her softly and she sighed. "My apologies, king, sir," she mumbled sadly and Damon brushed it off and studied her closely. "No worries dear, it was a long time ago," he said softly but sadness was still present in his dark eyes. I could sense the concern Violet felt for the lonely bloodsucker and it irritated me immensely. My mate and soon-to-be wife had a very compassionate nature.