Interview With The Vampire Queen Of The Damned Mga Nobela at Kwento

Fuck, this was nothing of this earth. "I did not invite you in," A voice boomed, both young and old. New and broken. Shivers dug their way up my legs, rattling my knees slightly. "I never thought I would see the Killer Queen tremble this much." A mocking laughed followed. Katharine's teeth were warped, like she had tried prying them from her mouth. Faint outlines of shadow created the illusion of antlers from her head. "What are you?" I mumbled, unable to fully catch my breath. The thing smiled back cruelly and I could hear many civilizations wither and die within each word it spoke afterwards.

I replied feeling a sudden dryness in my throat, gulping down the last of the wine. King Damian laid back easily, “Does she know anything about you?” he spat, his tone hard, “That you are a beast and a prince. That you do not come from this realm. You've killed before, I know that Humans are sensitive about death. Your mother’s name is Kivara? Your father is a King? There is another world apart from earth, Vampires and witches do exist, you are one day to rule and that she is your mate and future queen of Kesh?" he poured out, h stone rising in demand with every accusative word. I remained quiet, clenching my jaw.

At the top of her lungs, she screeched, “Cadence Findley! I will be back! And I will destroy you!” The portal seemed to want her. It sucked her in the same way a certain friend of mine devours Cheetos. In a blink, the Vampire Queen was gone. The portal seemed satisfied and finished stitching itself together. It occurred to me that we’d just thrown a madwoman in there with our Leader, something completely cruel. But she was gone, which was impossible to believe.

We were immediately welcomed with the familiar smell of alcohol and God knows what, I scrunch my nose in disgust and pushed my way past a bunch of drunk teens, trust me it wasn't easy. Sophia squeals and quickly walked up the marble stairs to Daniel's house, which one would consider gorgeous, but mine was bigger, I'm not bragging though. I sighed and sluggishly walked up the stairs behind Sophia and Cassie. I instantly regretted why I agreed to coming as soon as I got in, I could have been home in my bean bag chair eating chocolate from my candy pot while watching my favorite series Teen Wolf. I stepped inside with Sophia following her to the bar, I see a few wolves playing beer pong and som

"You want to pit a trained killer against a woman you’ve been calling a fragile, pathetic human for months?" "If she’s as special as you say, it shouldn't be an issue," Vane retorted. He snapped his fingers, and from the side shadows, Valerius stepped out. Valerius was huge. He was like seven feet of solid, vampiric muscle, covered in scars and holding a sword that looked like it was made from black glass. He didn't look at me like I was a person; he looked at me like a target. He walked into the center of the room, the other nobles clearing out of the way like they were afraid of catching his shadow.

Very lust-like. "Are you ready?" Elle whispered in my ear. “I think so.“ I replied in a whisper. I took a deep breath, staring at myself in the mirror for a few more seconds. In just moments, I would be crowned Queen of the Demon Kingdom—the most vicious one of all. The Queen of Wrath. I slowly stood, accepting the help of my two best friends. We walked out, my heart pounding wildly. “I heard Lucifer has a harem of vampires.“ Elle commented when the door slammed shut behind us, trying to distract me from my racing thoughts.

The confident, snarky girl who had competed for prom queen just twenty four hours ago felt completely dead. The heavy brass doors swung inward, and we were ushered into the heart of the council room. A massive circular table dominated the space, surrounded by elders whose faces were etched with deep lines and cold gravity. At the center sat the Head Guardian, her dark eyes gleaming under the torchlight like polished coal. The silence in the room was deafening. "So, about the vampire, Rose..." the Head Guardian began, her voice cutting through the quiet like a blade. She leaned forward, resting her elegant chin on her interlaced fingers.

Something beyond being a werewolf that even I don’t know about? “You barely touched your food.” Damien’s voice sliced through my thoughts like a whisper inside my head. I jolted and quickly lifted a spoon of rice to my mouth. Too late. He was already rising from his chair. My heart raced. Padum, padum—like a talking drum echoing against my ribs. “Damien, you really don’t have to—” “Yes, I do,” he interrupted, voice low and certain. “Even if it means feeding my queen.”

- I'm nobody, but the queen of the werewolves wants to meet with your king. The vampire's mouth opens in astonishment,t and he looks around. - Is this a trap? Do they want to attract the king's attention so they can attack him? Your kind don't even respect the neutral zone. - No and no, and we respect it. I hope you do the same. - So it's true that your queen wants to talk to my king? - That's what I said. The vampire was amazed. Why did the queen herself come to talk to Vlad when Vlad wanted the entire royal family dead?

"I've heard the worst from way better." Finally, Damien spoke up. "So let's try this again, Luna. Tell me everything, and this would be the last time I would ask." Damien threatened; his cold voice was deadly, and I felt a slight shiver of fear. My mother tried to look brave. And failed. There was just something about Damien's voice. "He came to us. The vampire prince.