Novel & Cerita Sold To My Beloved Vampire King

A man stood up after her, walking and taking her place as I walked back to sit down, my heart drumming not believing the love all these people had for their king. "Your majesties, my name is Gregory, the king's second in command, the first vampire he turned, following him to the burning fires even in death. Glenda has said it all and I am not good with speeches, so, as much as we hold so much hate for the werewolves, for the king's sake we will take her majesty as our own to protect and respect until his majesty says otherwise. With that, I give the majesties this gift which is the heart of the last dinosaur coated in layers and layers of gold, said to bring good luck." He said walking up to

"And that's a deal, folks! Sold to the richest and most influential gentleman in the building. His Royal Majesty, Vampire King Ferrara DeMarco." The claps and hoots grew louder and I almost jump in glee. Success! It worked! I glanced up at Jax who stood, neutral to all that was going on. There was a slight smirk on his lips and he gave me a thumbs up. Good girl. Now go make me proud.

A small smile that was genuine. "I will give you the honour of knowing my name little girl, I'm king Kaida Donovan, the king of Esterial kingdom. From now on your life is no longer yours, I bought it the moment I save you. You will be betrothed to my son, prince Zane, you are to forget about your last name and origin, if you know that you want to live." "What exactly are you?" "I'm the vampire king."

I needed her blood, it smelt so heavenly and rare that I gulped. Killing the weak humans wasn't something any Vampire should do, especially a King but I promised within myself not to kill her, I just needed a little sweet blood to energise me a little and I followed her when she stood up, staggering straight to the path that led to the room I paid for. A grateful chuckle had escaped my throat when I saw that the moon was favouring me and instead of taking a little bite, suck a little of her sweet smelling blood and leave, I fucked her.

Then his eyes drifted over the older scars lining my arms, finally settling on the fresh, dark blood soaking into the back of my dress. ​His expression didn't change. Not even a fraction of an inch. ​Of course it didn't. Men like him didn't feel pity. Monsters never did. ​The auctioneer rubbed his hands together eagerly, sensing an impossible payday. "Shall I begin the bidding again for her, Your Majesty? We can start at—" ​The king finally tore his eyes away from me, looking at the auctioneer with a gaze that could freeze water. ​"I'll take her." ​The entire auction house went dead silent. You could have heard a pin drop.

‘Shut it down, and make it known that anyone who makes the slightest move against Stravos or any of the hunters without express permission from me will forfeit their lives. “Consider it done, my king.’ Roderick affirmed and his mental presence winked out of my mind. If nothing else, the greatest gift of being the vampire king is being able to converse with my subjects no matter how far away they were from me. Opening the fridge, I pulled out coffee flavored liqueur, a bottle of vodka and milk. All the ingredients I will need to make white Russian. The girl didn’t like wine, hated beers with a passion, but her favorite drink has ten percent alcohol in it. This cocktail is a perfect reflection

Victoria moaned. My name is Lestat King, and I am the Vampire King. I am five hundred and twenty years old and still haven’t found my beloved. That is a good thing because having a beloved only makes you weak. I can’t be weak. My mom and dad were fighting human hunters and one of them killed my mom. My dad could feel the pain of her death and ended up being killed as well. Leaving me and my twin sister, Victoria, without parents. Ever since then, I have hated humans. They are weak and a waste of space. After my parents passed, I took over as King “Oh, King Lestat. I’m about to cum,” Victoria said as I pounded into her pussy. “Ahh,” she screamed as she orgasmed. A few strokes later, I pulled

Seeing her, they cheered in excitement, gathering around in their usual spot to hear her stories. Taking her seat at the foot of the tree in the far end of the compound, she began. "Once upon a time, there was a Vampire King cursed by an old witch for his ruthlessness. But she wasn't like the Vampire King, she was merciful to leave him a cure. Find the one girl with a unique tattoo on her right arm, her blood will break his curse," she narrated. "But since I already told you the story's ending a few minutes ago, that would be all for now," she smiled widely at them as she rose from the foot of the tree where she sat.

The gavel came down. Belcalis stepped off the stage before the handler could reach her. She walked through the side curtain with her chin up and her steps steady and her heart doing something violent inside her ribs that she absolutely refused to acknowledge. Behind the curtain she heard two men talking — low, urgent. "Does he know what he just did?" "He always knows." "But she's just a girl. She has no idea who he is." "She will." Belcalis went still. "The Lycan King hasn't bought a companion in forty-three years. So why now?"

The vampire hummed into his mouth cover and Alex pulled it down "You killing us wouldn't save you" the vampire said to me "They will still get you. The Vants will soon get you and once they do, they will take you to the greatest king of all time who will deliciously eat your heart the same way he ate your sisters. I was there when he killed Zara and Damyanti and I enjoyed every single..." I raised the sword up on the air and without thinking twice, I brought it down on his pale neck and cut off his head.