Kerajaan Vampire Novels & Stories

Guardian Angel introduces us. “King Drake?” Amir asks. “I hadn’t heard that there was a vampire king named Drake.” “There wasn’t a few days ago. I killed King Raphael, who killed my father and King Kazimir. His son, Reyes, is now king as well.” “So, it’s true? There is war among the vampires?” Amir asks. “Yes, there was, and I have won. King Reyes and I are now in an alliance and any who go against either of us will have to fight both of us.”

The vampires are shocked to see such power, but it has no effect on them. “Release her,” I order them. “We do not answer to you,” they say. “No, you answer to me. I am Benedict Alexander White and I am the vampire King. I order you to release the woman and surrender.” Alexander has joined us. “No. You know we are not controlled as the wolves are. The moment I release this bitch, we are dead. We have a King, and he is not you,” the vampire challenges Alexander.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Dua questioned, fear seeping into her voice. The maid opened her mouth, revealing her sharp fangs. Dua's eyes widened, her whole being trembling. "V...va...vampire?" The maid gripped Dua tighter, bringing her fangs to Dua's neck. Dua closed her eyes, letting out a loud scream. The door burst open, and in a blink of an eye, the King, Alexander was there. His hand gripping the maid's jaw tightly, just a breath from Dua's skin.

I also knew that Papa had an affinity with water. "Vampires drink blood, obviously. They mostly live in Kingdoms, which are basically like packs, but they have the entire royal family with strict customs and traditions. They don't take royalty lightly. It's very formal between the royal family and the rest of the Kingdom. It's all very… unnerving." She bit her lip. "Yeah. There are five vampire Kingdoms and each royal family and high rankers have specialties — fire, water, earth, air, and mind. Which basically means that they have some sort of control over their element. Not total control though, because that would be catastrophic." She shuddered.

Emily, driven by a thirst for knowledge and a relentless curiosity, had immersed herself in the study of vampire lore. Her research had led her to uncover intriguing clues about the enigmatic vampire queen, Sofia, and the possibility of accessing the throne that held immense power within the vampire realm. As Emily delved deeper into ancient texts and obscure manuscripts, she pieced together fragments of forgotten history. Legends whispered of a hidden ritual that, if performed correctly, would grant unparalleled authority and control over the vampire kingdom. It was said to be a path shrouded in darkness and treachery, where only the cunning and determined could succeed.

The process where each graduand from each arm presented their skill or a mind turning project that won them a one year internship by the scouters that were invited. "Well that's because Jacob St. Laurent will be attending this one", he proffered, causing all the blood to drain out my face. "What?", I choked out, letting go of my spoon. Jacob St. Laurent was the only descendant of one of the pure blood families. The Royal pure blood family to be exact. Jacob St. Laurent without question, was the King of Vampires. And he was going to be at the selection. The selection I wasn't even remotely prepared for.

She took my glass and drank all of its contents before she winked at me. "See you later, Adam," she said and swayed her hips towards the set of stairs behind the stage. I remained seated on my chair. My father had been paranoid lately. There had been rumors--meaningless words but somehow have placed him on edge. Ever since then, he had become so uptight and has always sent me on the lookout. Being the next family head, keeping the vampires in this city safe is my job. But sometimes, it gets tiring. Rumors are rumors. There is no point in being scared of a vampire who had disappeared centuries ago.

When the front door of the building opened and shut three floors below, he spoke. "Malachi." The air beside him shuddered. A pillar of black fog rose from the floor, coiling and compressing until it shaped itself into a man. Tall, gaunt, dressed in a dark suit that belonged to another century. The figure dropped to one knee. His eyes fixed on the floor. "Your Majesty." Barely a whisper. "Tonight's banquet has been arranged." Elias Black was a fiction. His real name was Aurelian Ashbourne, the Vampire King. He had lived as Elias Black for a year.

But… mending it would happen only if his sister would be safe. "If any woman from either side runs away by breaking the pacts, the victimized race can demand anything from the opposite race. Even if it meant for the king and the beast-men from the other side doing slavery. "And… the next king shall be related to both king and queen alone. Since Vampires can't breed babies… the king or queen can mate with the person who was chosen by the Court Officials and make babies with them. "After a male heir was born, the person who is chosen to make babies shall leave for once and ever.

The prince said vaguely, his mind closed off from me as I stared up at him; waiting for more of an explanation. I had thought the Phantomhives and the Bancroft's had been at peace for almost one hundred and fifty years, so why did Silas believe that they may be planning to attack? What had changed in that time? I watched him, and so did Marianne Scarlette; though Ezio seemed quite pleased by his prince’s words. I peeked into Ezio’s mind, searching for a reason behind the plan of action, something I could use to understand what was happening. Apparently the Phantomhives had been attacking small rebel units and taking rogue vampire and witches under their command, building their armies; but fo