Novel & Cerita Queen Of Vampires

I make myself think that I have helped her, that I have actually, in my own way, saved her from years of mental worries. With that in mind, I take another step until I am standing next to the bed, where she is lying, asleep. Her comatose frame, inside the duvet, looks so pretty. I have never allowed myself to admire my own mate this way, talkless of if she doesn't reject me, the Queen Of All Vampire's Kings. Anastasia, The Queen Of All Vampire's Kings: my monster tastes that phrase in our head. It is nothing but absolute perfection. I smile. Afterward, I watch her intricately. Anastasia is a beautiful human. I have seen many in my lifetime, and yet, she strikes me handsomely.

Everyone kept holding their breath, not to sound too loud in front of the Queen. After a while, A woman, with long legs and tall figure, wearing a black outfit with a high slit on the right thigh, entered the hall and all the present vampires bowed in respect. Her face was covered with a long netmash veil, however her ice blue eyes were illuminating through the barrier of the veil. "All hail to the Queen." Chanted one of the occultists and followed by the entire community. The woman passed from the table without glancing at it and sat on her throne after ascending the small staircase. Her gaze observed everything pensively and she noticed how much the six Nightcrawlers were worried.

A huge mean looking vampire in a black suit and black sunglasses opens the rear door of the middle car and my breath stops in my throat. The elegant woman stepping out is dressed in a red fitted designer trouser suit, killer black stilettos and a black lace almost see through fitted top beneath. Black sunglasses hide her eyes, deep red paints her lips and her black hair pulled back tightly in a chick smooth bun. She looks like she should be on the cover of a fashion magazine. I am in no doubt who she is. The Vampire Queen. Recovering my senses I dash back to tell Nicholas, this is even worse than I had thought if she’s here. I’ve never seen her in the flesh before thankfully but everything I

The crowd cleared like the red sea only for them to bow. " The almighty King Vampir, the dark sorcerer of the house of Blackwood, son of the almighty original queen witch—queen to all witches, the creator of Vampires, the sire to all creatures of the night, the conquer of Ballader, the defeater of King Ramasey, the leader of the sister witches coven, the vicious ripper that tore through Valour leaving all heads bowed never to rise, slayer of house Burqeeun, Protector of the human realm, master of elements, breeder of Tokolen for he roared leaving nothing but death, lord of fire sky, slayer of king Wolf-Burn, conqueror of the wetlands, slayer of king and queen Dragon skin, slayer of the hous

Cain doesn’t beg. He doesn’t scream. He only looks toward me one last time, eyes wide—not with fear, but with apology. And then he’s gone. Something inside me breaks so violently it feels audible. “No,” I whisper. Then I hear her. The Vampire Queen’s roar shakes the sky. She stands alone amid the carnage, wings torn, crown shattered, blood running freely down her face as she tears through hybrids with terrifying precision. She is wrath incarnate—ancient, furious, unrelenting.

"Wearing a crown. Coiled around a broken sword." Varek took one slow step back. Boots bolted to the floor. "That line is dead," Varek said. The words came out like gravel. "The Sovereign King and his wife burned in the Sector Four sweeps. Ten years ago. There was no child." "The girl is twenty," Tor said. Voice coming back now. Harder. Like he'd made a decision. "She grew up in Sector Four. She fights with the Sovereign form... you saw it yourself in the hallway. And her father isn't hiding from a shipping debt." Something moved in Tor's face. Something complicated and old and guilty. "He's a Royal Guard. He's been keeping her buried in the outer rim for ten years to keep her breathing."

The tension in the room spiked, both of them got engaged in a staredown, either of them was ready to back down. Well, it should really be an interesting ride here. If not anyone, these two would be really entertaining. Just as I was about to interrupt them, a warrior ran into the room, panting hard. “Your majesty, the Queen!” He yelled. “What happened to her? Where is she?” Thorne bombarded him with questions, his eyes grew red. “She’s outside. It seems she’s infected with that virus.” That was all the guy could say before Thorne ran out of the room with Dominic right behind him.

The vault seemed to hold its breath. Then the black pool convulsed violently, and from its center rose a shape unlike the others. Not Mia’s reflection, nor any of theirs, but something vast and terrible. A towering figure of shadow, its form shifting and indistinct, crowned with jagged spikes of violet crystal. Its eyes burned with malice, and its voice shook the cavern. “You dare claim mastery over yourself?” it roared. “Then face the truth: you are nothing without me. I am the Queen’s shadow, the heart of her will. And I will devour you whole!”

she said as she stormed out of the room. "Queen," Ace Denzell bowed, fisting his hands against his chest. The Queen was an old woman with dark skin that contrasted sharply with the pale vampires of their bloodline. Her eyes were large, dark brown and her lips slightly red as they curled upward in an amused smile. She looked like she was born in the shadows. In her room, she had summoned the entire Dark Shadow Coven council, consisting of an Ace, two assassins knights, and a Witch Rosaline.

The wolves were always called cruel, but the hugs and words of support along with handshakes removed them from this position imposed by the vampires themselves. Soraia, the powerful Queen of the vampires, was now on her knees on the ground, staring fixedly and sadly at her star pendant, trying to find solace and answers to why all that misfortune that had occurred last night, it had been the grip that was eating away at her heart and soul for not having Augustus on her side, but unfortunately, her star was out. Sad.