King Von Dreads Novels & Stories

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?”

The sky over the Shattered Vale burned with the aftermath of war, smoke rising in black plumes, molten rivers casting eerie light over the battlefield. Soldiers, exhausted and battered, pressed forward, rallying behind the king who now moved like living fire. Verath Dravenor, Dragon King, had fully unleashed his power, wings spanning the horizon, scales glowing molten gold. Every step he took scorched the ground, yet his focus was unwavering, tethered by the bond that connected him to Elara.

The knights gathered in front of the castle, facing their King who was standing in front of them with confidence. The Duke of Vulas watched him giving orders to his army. A part of him didn't believe that their plan could work, he doubted that a simple elixir could help them defeat the most dangerous creatures in the world. He saw him pacing in front of the males and females who will fight by his side, his hands behind his back, walking with confidence and pride. He had a presentiment that this was not going to last long. He averted his gaze and his eyes rested on the beautiful diamond-haired. Fear and worry were drawn on his pale face.

(Hume aap logo ke vishwas hai lekin,) "But respected Priest, I am a Satrap. I learned to move the sword with my hands. The King needs the Queen in the backend and what would be a Queen if she doesn't even protect herself. How she will protect her Empire when she was reliable on others for her safety and the thing is not about safety. He disrespects the Wedded Princess of your Empire and I taught him a lesson of disrespecting a Women and I will continue teaching if needed."She said looking at the ground and her words made everyone silent in the hall and I smiled. Tigress... Roarrrrrrr

I hissed, showing my white fangs. The vampire king bowed, and as I ordered him to leave, he flinched. I hated guys like him. Thinking we are only convenient for playing. No other woman but myself has shown how capable we can be. I have been the queen of my Solar Clan for the last 100 years. I fear no one, and no one dares to go against me, except one. Even though we have never met, I know he hates me.

"I pick up a snack from next to me on the bed and eat it, then I continue. "There were seven kings for the seven continents, ruling and keeping the vampires there safe." And there is Nicholas, the King of them. "I'm not going to lie, but I hissed at the hype he's receiving in these notes. Antarctica is ruled by the vicious King Cyrus. He is a person who utilizes the utmost strength of his predatory senses. He would manipulate his victims into falling into his trap before he shared with them his malicious manners. He is one of the three best brothers, which also include King Raven and King Cornelius.

Chapter 69: Six Years Ago The West Kingdom was a land of beauty and strict traditions. Princess Victoria was the cherished daughter of the king and was known for her grace and poise. Yet, beneath her royal demeanor, she harbored a secret that defied her father's expectations. In the shadowed halls of the palace, Victoria had found comfort in the company of Benjamin Marlowe, the scholarly son of Head Minister Marlowe from the Middle Kingdom. Their clandestine meetings were filled with whispered conversations of their affection. Benjamin's intelligence and gentle nature captivated Victoria, and their bond deepened into a forbidden love.

Unlike the others, he is wearing breeches, not a kilt. A strange feeling jolts through me. Recognition, perhaps, though I am sure we’ve never met. Ethan stiffens. Duncan sits down at the empty seat at the left hand side of the table, and my attention flicks back to where it should be right now. The Wolf King. There’s something predatory in his gaze as he looks me up and down. His kilt is the same color green as Vladimir’s. Ethan implied that Vladimir’s whole clan was horrible. Yet when Ethan spoke of the king, his voice softened.

The Lord’s hands were up to the elbows in blood, and the entire perimeter of the floor of the room was covered with scarlet liquid. Vladyka did not immediately realize that he was no longer alone. A faint splash distracted the king's attention. Frozen for a moment, Vragenn turned sharply and met his gaze with bottomless, dark eyes without pupils. They reminded him of the night sky during the new moon. The pale face was hidden by short, uneven strands of black hair.