Sold To My Beloved Vampire King Novels & Stories

Blinking the lust in her eyes, she asked, "I bit you?" Fuck! Just imagining it made him harder. He wanted nothing more than her brand of possession on his neck. "No, beloved. But soon." With tremors in his fingers, he gently caressed her moist lips. "What I meant was, I made you drink my blood to heal you. And you are closer to being a vampire because of what I had done." The Vampire King was not anticipating her response. She smiled gloriously at him and pulled him down for an ardent kiss that match his hunger. Resisting was a lost cause from the beginning.

It wanted the vampire’s massive shaft. “Patience, my woman,” he grunted. “You’ll have me.” Mating heat battered him just as hard. He tore his expensive shirt off, exposing his perfect, hard torso. The giant male’s every line was defined. Every muscle was brutal, beautiful poetry. I smiled in delighted desire, unable to believe my luck at landing such a specimen. Soon I’d get to ride his body, even as Death’s daughter. I shook off the dark thought of my origin. The Vampire King wanted me, knowing exactly who I was, so who was I to argue with him?

Sharriah followed his footsteps as he walked round the empty spacw too, walking around like he does, "Really, who am I then, have I become so popular in a short while." "You are the slave, who was bought by the alpha king, shhhhhhh, my king would be happy if I bring you in a good condition, unharmed and I will be giving a good bounty in return for capturing you.." The vampire said, his eyes now glittering with how much he do get when he brings his enemy's slave to his king, already forgotten the other vampire who was killed by the same slave.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, knowing the power and influence the vampire king wielded. Thanks to my enhanced werewolf senses, I was able to listen in on their conversation, even from afar. I gripped my knife tightly, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. "What brings you to the Sisterhood, vampire king?" my mother asked, her voice steady and unwavering. The vampire king smiled, his fangs glinting in the sunlight. "We come seeking the Mortal Cup," he replied, his tone smooth and confident. "We believe it may be in your possession."

They were talking about an old curse on the Lycan King's bloodline and how a rare Omega with special blood might be the key to breaking it. “That is the reason why the King married the weak Omega” one of the servants whispered. “Once the King breaks the curse, he will break the mate bond with the Omega and dispose him” the other servant said. I placed my hand over my mouth to stop myself from gasping loudly. So that was the reason why Adrian bought me. My heart sank. He needed me to break his curse and after that he would trash me. Adrian didn't buy me out of guilt or desire like I thought, but because I had a purpose.

Now when he had found her only his death will do them apart. Taking a deep breath as if to gather his courage, the Vampire King held his hand out to her. "You are my bride. You don't have to offer me anything. You are enough for me. I'm happy to carry the baggage of your emotional damage and nightmares for you. Everything I own belongs to you. I am Vladimir, the King of Vampires sitting in front of you with my head bowed and my black heart in my hand. Will you be kind enough to accept, my heart, me and my Kingdom?" When she didn't say anything for long moments and gazed at him with parted lips Vladimir started blabbering. "I'm a demanding creature. I'm selfish, cruel, and extremely unreasona

I could feel his anger through the bond between us and I smiled at myself, knowing I was getting him exactly where I wanted him. “Oh but I do. You seem to have forgotten your place, Alexander.” I stood up too at that moment, looking down at him. I was some inches taller than him, still in my prime, while he had been turned into a vampire in his fifties. “This is my empire, my livelihood and I will not sell any human to you. You can come back during the next auction and buy as much as you want, as long as you have the money,” he said.

“I see the fire that will burn his kingdom to the ground.” From his pocket, he drew a necklace. A single, teardrop ruby set in obsidian, dark and bloody and magnificent. It was the exact color of the dress. He fastened it around my neck. The stone lay cool against my skin, a counterpoint to the heat of his fingers. “Remember,” he said, his lips close to my ear, his breath stirring my hair. “You are not a sacrifice. You are the flame. And tonight, we show them what happens when they play with fire.”

I had to watch from afar how her mother maltreated her since her father died, but I was helpless. I could only come out today—three days before her 18th birthday. “All these are hard to believe, but I will just play along as if I was in a dream with you. A dream with a handsome devil,” she said, but her tone was very low for the last statement. Do I need to tell her that I hear everything? “I am the Lycan king of the Solar Kingdom, which means I can choose my mate and be paired with anyone by the goddess,” I said, looking at her.

He grabbed me calmly and kissed me gently. “My love, how are you my Queen?” He asked, I smiled. “I’m good, do you care for some fun?” I asked seductively and he nodded, he immediately grabbed my waist and crashed my lips on his, I kissed him passionately and immediately synced my fangs on his chest, hereby making him a hybrid and the rightful king of the vampires. The night was amazing, we claimed each other souls making us connect in different ways.