King Von Dreads Novels & Stories

"My name is Kael Drathlor, King and Ruler of the Kingdom of Vadriona, home to all werewolves and Lycans. Contrary to what had been said about me in recent months, I am not dead and buried in the ground." He brought Lord Mortis's head forward, raising it up for all to see. "This bastard here betrayed me, tried to use my mate, my woman, against me and take the throne." He then let out a chuckle. "But, he didn't know any better. The gods do not make mistakes, you see? My day of misfortune turned out to be my greatest blessing, all thanks to this idiot."

“No make up, nothing over the top.’ The main nodded. As Keondra got dressed, the king couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. He had been looking forward to this moment for a long time, and he was determined to make a good impression. He'll find a way to make her sense his wolf. She has to. He'll mark her before she leaves the palace. Meaning she'll never leave. When Keondra emerged from her chambers, the king's eyes widened in surprise. She looked stunning in the dress, her hair falling down her back like a waterfall. But what really caught the king's attention was Keondra's fierce expression. She looked like she was ready to take on the world. The king's elders and advisor, however

Scene towards the kingdom aradonna (colour Golden symbol the red fire) The throne room is grand and opulent, adorned with gilded decorations and tapestries depicting the king's victories. At the center, a massive throne looms, occupied by KING RODERICK, a ruthless and imposing figure. His eyes are cold and calculating, exuding an air of power and authority.

Kael shifted back to human form, breathing hard, accepting the cloak one of her warriors tossed him. "My father, King James Draven is marching on my pack in three days. He means to slaughter us all over an ancient curse. I need three hundred of your best fighters. We can’t hold him off alone." Valkyrie’s sharp eyes narrowed. She circled him slowly, arms crossed. "Three hundred is no small ask. My wolves are not fodder for your family drama, Kael." "It’s more than that,” he pressed, meeting her gaze without flinching.

he told his court, without looking away from me, “we dress our Queen. Because the next time Kade sees her, she won’t be in my shirt.” His eyes promised vengeance. “She’ll be in a crown.” A side door burst open. A scout, panting, bleeding. “My King! Silverfang. He’s not alone. He’s calling the Eastern Packs. He’s building an alliance. He says—” the scout swallowed, looking at me — “he says he’s coming to ‘retrieve his mate’ and ‘put down the cursed King’s pet’.” The room went deadly quiet. Darius didn’t move. Didn’t even blink. But the temperature dropped twenty degrees.

He had been wrong about what prepared meant in this context. Dravon came through the human capital's main gate in the middle of a clear morning, with six members of his court, without disguise or deflection. The Vampire King, present in the city that had been hunting his people for forty years, in daylight, walking through the main gate as though he had every right to be there — because he did, now, by order of the king's office and the proceedings and the weight of everything they had built.

And yet at every opportunity he seeks a way to use me. His words don’t cut deep as they used to. Not when Dante’s face keeps flashing behind my eyes. Fuck. I squeeze my eyes shut and I can see him. The intense commanding look in his dark eyes. The way he yanked that glass away from me, how powerful his grip was. The way he looked at me…actually looked at me, more than Ryker ever bothered to care. This is wrong. Hes my father in law. He has a Queen. He’s the freaking Alpha King…way out of my level.

"Only she is worthy of you!" "Royal Gold? A lie wrapped in scales!" The voice dripped with contempt. I turned my head slowly. Drakon Vexis, Crown Prince of the Scarlet Sun Kingdom, stood a few paces away. His eyes burned with hatred as he glared at me. Then he swept his robes aside and dropped to his knees before his father. "Father, I love Lady Vania Ashford. I will take her as my princess. My mate. My bride." His voice was iron.

She heard footsteps and turned her head to look who it was. "Dante! Oh my gods it is you!" Dante was the Crown Prince of the Northern Demon Citadel. He had bronze skin, like he had just got done tanning. His hair was indian long and black. He had beautiful blueish green eyes. Demons were almost pretty much like vampires. Their eyes hold the power rings. The more rings the more powerful. Their nails were just as sharp as well. Their ears were pointed and usually adorn with earrings. They had wings and an actual tail. Belle always made fun of Dante when he got mad at school because his tail would pop out along with his horns. Being a royal bloodline he could hide majority of his features in th

I pressed myself against the cabin wall. Outside, the howls grew louder. Closer. “How many are there?” Kade asked. He tried to sit up and collapsed back down with a grunt of pain. “Six. Maybe seven.” I poured water over the worst of his wounds. He did not flinch. “My father’s best hunters.” “Your father.” His silver eyes locked onto mine. “Marcus Steele.” It was not a question. “Yes.” “Then you are truly insane.” He laughed, harsh and bitter. “The alpha’s daughter. Hiding the rogue who killed his entire pack. Do you have a death wish, princess?”