King Von Dreads Novels & Stories

Lord Odin stood at a far distance, his gaze clearly on an oblivious Audrey. His thumb skimmed his lower lips as he drank in how magnificent she looked. She stared off into space, her mind definitely somewhere else. He had heard of the rumours, the maids that worked in the King's quarters say the King and his mate had spent erotic moments together, they had heard it. Odin smiled knowing the indifference Audrey still felt, he knew it would take more time to convince Audrey that Darius and this word was one worth staying in. He couldn't wait to see the heartbreak on the King's face when his mate leaves him, he would be so broken and vulnerable. And a vulnerable king is as good as a fallen king.

She had bought it anyway, hoping it would help me seduce royalty. The heavy roll of ceremonial drums echoed through the hall. The Alphas who had been boasting seconds ago went dead silent. The entire room froze. It wasn't the kind of silence that came from respect; it was the paralyzed silence of pure, unadulterated fear. At the top of the grand staircase stood a man clad in black. He looked as if he had been carved from the very mountain the palace was built upon. King Draken Voss. His hair was raven black, and his eyes glowed with a dangerous, molten gold. He didn't smile. He didn't wave. He just scanned the crowd like a bored god looking down at insects.

“Your highness, my niece will be killed by those savages. She is all I have left.” I didn’t really care about her. I wanted what that old witch prophesied about her tonight—her supposed powers. I was the only one with this truth. I had to act fast under this greedy king’s nose. “That’s your problem, Dexter. Guards, drag him out of my sight,” King Kael ordered. The guards held both my arms and started dragging me out like I was not the chairman council of Velmoria Kingdom. I heard little footsteps and smelled his daughter.

“Who were they?” His voice was cold and it sent chill across the room, causing the hairs on their bodies to stand. King Duras trembled, although he had heard about the Lord of Astaroth; a ruthless ruler and a devil-human hybrid, he had thought that the rumors exaggerated the claims but only now did he see that, they were not at all exaggerated, on the other hand, they were underrated, he had never before seen anything like this. But Ryder faced his queen, Lynorr. He had no business with the frail and undeserving King of Rocheveron, the old man was much to spinless to be involved in this but he knew that the queen and her commander lover were behind all of this so he faced her alone.

We were not blessed with one so it was announced years ago that the legaçy of three Kings will clash with a single mate and it's freaking exhausting! “I will be appalled to let my mate go a centimetre near you Draven! Look at you, so destructive! She can't even stand you, your Kingdom is as dreadful as a demon viper and you know your people won't accept her, they won't let their dragon King bring a human as Queen to serve?” Vladimir yelled, trying to piss Draven off which worked out. I really wish he could be out too so I could deal with Vladimir myself but it seems useless.

“Oh, well, before I found Dax, I had guys constantly asking for my hand or wanting to go on dates. Some were even stalker-ish. Now that I am single again, they will really be after me. I have to have a king in order to become a queen. I can’t just take the throne. Unless I mate with someone, I won’t be queen. People only want me for my power. No one actually ties to know the real me. So, mom and I nicknamed them vultures. Always picking on someone less than.”

“Haaah… You’re right. Whether it’s Chandra, us, or the Octopus, we all know that nothing good awaits us if we fail to maintain the balance of the seas,” Karl said irritably. “Continue your investigation.” “Yes, Your Majesty,” Fred replied. The man left Karl’s chambers, leaving the king alone with an unending headache. “I’ll go to Noah’s estate,” Karl muttered after spending an hour sitting in silence and deep thought. *** “Pleeease!! I beg you, spare meee!!” a woman screamed from the dungeon.

he asked softly Mave nodded as tears ran down her cheeks “you should not be crying my mave, not yet you are just turned losing that precious blood will hurt you... come let me feed you” he said holding out a hand “i am sorry my king” she whispered He smiled softly “do not tell the others im not sure i can share that with anyone else” he whispered pulling her into a hug Mave came hugging him tight “i love you my king... in case i havent said it” mave said putting her face into his shoulder crying on him

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.

Intimidating and awe-inspiring. "My name is Nya Crimson; I have the lives of two people wrongfully murdered in me, and I will have vengeance." * * * Using her body's memories, she reviews what was known about the vampires of this place. They were a race of long-lived superhumans, one of several that were classified as 'omen'. Omen were genetically-enhanced creatures generally regarded as monsters.