King Von Birthday Novels & Stories

I asked, making her smile. “I believe so. The king is going to go all out this year for his birthday. He's been wanting to court Queen Elena. She's been reigning alone for the past two hundred years. And being widowed for over forty years now, he thought it best to seek the possibility to join their kingdoms. That’s why he invited the queen and her sister, Elora, to his birthday this year.” she says, making me think. I suddenly felt excited about this party. I haven't been to a formal party in so long.

"Is still morning mother and stop nagging, more over you worry yourself too much, the person who have every right to worry about her Is the vampire king" Kurt said, winking at Bella as he spoke. Bella made a laugh which made Selene more angrier. "Kurt, focus on your team and mind your business, when your mother speaks, you do not speak back." Selene said, she knew she was just pouring water on a rock. "Am not a baby anymore, and a full grown pure blooded vampire." Kurt said, making his mother more angrier. "Hmm Bella, the King's birthday comes up next week, we got to prepare his birthday."

“Hey, Keiran!” His sharp look never failed to intimidate Rowan. “What? We’re late. Why did you call a second meeting for this month, anyway? You do know that I am from the north, right?” Rowan patted his friend’s broad shoulder as his grin never faltered. “King Corean requested this to me himself. Even the Information Guild Leader, Lord Zeno McMillian, is here. Queen Victoria’s seventeenth birthday will be a week away, the lovesick king wanted to crown his queen as Queen Regent knowing that it is what she’s been wanting to have for many years.”

I muttered, burying my face in my hands. I woke the next morning to chaos. Maids were rushing through the hallways, carrying flowers and decorations and trays of food. The entire house felt like it was buzzing with energy. I grabbed one of the maids as she hurried past. "What the hell is going on?" She blinked at me in surprise. "It's your birthday, my king. Yours and King Draven's. You always host a celebration." My stomach dropped. "Right," I said slowly, releasing her. "Of course."

The king had always gone all out for them. Victor, the youngest alpha, the baby of the family, had his howling ceremony canceled thanks to Rain's troubles and disobedience, but the king had something special planned. They had it all. And Rain? He was given peanuts. None of his birthdays had ever been celebrated, let alone with receiving gifts. The king always claimed that day reminded him of his dead mate; however, he never brought her flowers or lit a candle after the official mourning period ended nineteen years ago. "I have an even better idea," Rain suddenly said, and everyone straightened up.

The table is not too far away from mine so I can see him clearly. Right then, his eyes find mine, now staring back at me. The smile on his face is warm and meant just for me. He mouths something I can’t quite catch, but I think it sounded like *I love you.* I mouth it back. *I love you too.* “To my darling wife, Helene,” The King says, interrupting our moment and raising his glass. “To the woman who makes me better every day. Happy birthday once again my love.” “To the Queen!” the crowd echoes back, raising their glasses.

She was just a mere human. Even if he did mark her then, the chances of her surviving the bite would be unlikely. He pulls back and solemnly stares at the mark engraved on her neck through teary eyes. There's a birthmark there, symbolizing her reign over her King. He belonged to her, just as much as she belonged to him. A tear manages to escape his eye as he delicately caresses a thumb along the rose-shaped mark that had bounded them together now. And would even in their after lives.

“To be honest, we are all here to check on you and to invite you for a special dinner tonight.” “Huh?” Elizabeth mumbled, slightly confused. “What special dinner?” Prince Vio was the one who answered. “Today is my mother queen’s birthday, my lady. She remembered you, so she would like to indulge herself in inviting you,” he said. “If that is okay with you, of course.” Of course, it is not okay! Even smiling and making everything okay even if it is not, I looked at Prince Ronald. And bloody hell, he is looking at me! Shit! Don’t look at me like that!

He couldn’t understand what he was feeling—anxiety, dread, a deep fear enveloped him. “I promise you, Father. We won’t just survive the threat—we will rise. As your successor, I vow the black kingdom will continue to stand,” Prince Zumir answered. The Supreme smiled and looked down at their feet, resting on the surface of the moon. December 10–11, 1498… “Happy Birthday, Your Highness!” everyone greeted Prince Zumir. He stood in front of the crowd, wearing an elegant royal outfit. It was the anniversary of his birth. The Prince had turned seventeen, and over the past months, he had grown even more powerful. That day, wealthy families from outside the kingdom came to celebrate the grand feast

But instead, he swallowed it all, his body trembling as silent sobs wracked him. Ven, who had been buried in his research, finally noticed. He stood, his concern evident as he approached. “Kane?” But Kane barely registered his presence. His mind was spiraling. The informant—the person who had sent him the voicemail—had been with him all these years, chasing the same answers. It was none other than King’s brother. The one they all thought had died fifteen years ago. Kane’s breath hitched. He remembered the first time he met King. Kane had been only eight, and King was twelve. That day, Kane had gone to the playground, excited to play, only to find King sitting alone on a swing, silently cryin