King Von Dreads Novels & Stories

Kane faked a sniffle, "oh my. You're going to be having sex with the hottest man on planet Earth. I'm so jealous of you right now" I gave him a look and he stopped his whining, his eyes laughing at me. "Would you like to trade positions?" "I would", his eyes glinted. "But the king of vampires doesn't want me. He wants your banging hot bod". I shook my head, "Jacob doesn't want me. Like want me want me. I'm like a notch in his trophy or the daughter of the man who owes him millions of dollars…", I trailed off, because that was exactly my situation.

"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.

From the west, green fire scorched the forests, as witches on sky-brooms and shadow beasts hurled curses that split the air like thunder. Two ancient enemies, united by greed and ambition, had chosen the same moment to strike. And Qombinia — once feared above all — now stood uncertain. The court buzzed with panic. Messengers ran through stone halls, breathless and bloodied. Some nobles whispered of prophecy. Others muttered about betrayal. All eyes turned toward the throne. But the king had not spoken. Not yet. --- Deep inside the obsidian tower, Drakonios stood shirtless before the war map, his scars catching the candlelight. His golden eyes were darker than usual, clouded. His fists rested

I cursed as I stood up from my chair. I stepped out from the hall as Drex followed me immediately. "And how about Draco?? Ain't you going to push through with your plans on eliminating him??" Drex asked me as he stood still waiting for my response. "I don't think Draco is of any threat right now. We should focus on the major disaster that is about to happen to our pack, which sadly, happens to be Vladimir, Orpheus and Redd and that f**king clan harboring them currently. You know what, we are actually f**ked up right now so we just stick to keeping Vladimir away and making my son the new king and then reinforcing our clan, making it more powerful than anyone can imagine." I muffled as I arran

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.