The Blood King Mga Nobela at Kwento

Something in the way he said it gave the impression the words and the anger behind it was not hus originally. "That's why the first phase of the plan had been to destroy your empire." I must admit, I am a little miffed that my destruction was only a phase of the plan and not the final goal. I was….am the king of all vampires. I am the creme de la creme. What other feat could be bigger than defeating me?

When he goes completely limp I throw him to the side and move to my next victim. After draining two of the three bodies, my need for blood is nearly clenched but I won’t let this animal get away with what he was planning to do to me. I near Landery and tilt his head to the side and just sink my teeth into his neck when I hear the door swing open. “Enough!” I halt at the sound of the King’s voice. “Let him go.” I withdraw my teeth. The slight taste of his blood in my mouth has my eyes go wide as they snap up to the king.

Always behind, and just behind. “But such place won’t be in your hands forever. Such glory is meant to fade. The respect and privileges would soon be gone the moment you become incompetent or useless. And more often than not, Kings are just mere figureheads...” I knew it. He would just be glorifying whatever position the other females in our family has. “The true power and glory, lies on who has made a mere human a king.” Nepotism? “Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.”

“Because it was a special moment for His Majesty, love at first sight, you see.” “Lo-Love?” “That wound was inflicted by His Majesty’s sister, who sided with her fiance and stabbed His Majesty. It was then that he realized his blood had no love for him. Before ascending the throne, His Majesty had shed plenty of blood not because he wanted to, but it was his only choice in order to survive.” Silvia’s words shocked her. How could a sister point a sword at her own brother? “It must have been tough…” Held in the warm embrace of Silvia, Keanna burst into tears.

“You’re a vampire, a real one. That’s what this whole blood pact thing is about, isn’t it?” His smile widened, flashing those fangs again like he was done hiding it. “Took you long enough to say it out loud. Yes, Andrea. I am. Have been for longer than your bloodline has existed. Your grandfather didn’t just make a deal with some shady businessman. He bargained with the King of the Blood-Stained Throne and now his debt has come due in the form of you.” He gripped my waist and pulled me flush against him, his movements forceful and claiming. My heart was racing a mile a minute, caught between wanting to bolt and the terrifying realization that I was trapped in his personal vault with an actua

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

barry said “whats that?” he asked “if one of our own stabs her in the back we all die” barry said He blinked “why would anyone here do such a thing?” he said confused “my king we are one of the biggest and wealthiest groups of vampires in the region thanks to your business sense and kindness, people always want and will want what you have, and the only way to get it is to kill you or your familiar, you know this” “i do, i also know that I've changed a few minds once they get here including yours” he answered

I know about my family's incest. My great great great grandfather became obsessed with the fact we share blood with the last King. To enhance that blood he refused to allow his son to mate anyone but his own sister. The tradition carried down all the way to my father. But his Aunt/Mother was so inbred she could only produce one child. A male... My father. He didn't have a sister to mate. He sees it as he ruined the line. He made a half-Kincaid with his true mate. He feels like I am weak because of this. He also thinks since he is the last full-blooded Kincaid he should be the next King.

I had just about 50 direct children in my coven. I had changed a lot more but I'd let them form their own coven and break off from me. He had around five hundred from what it seemed and he thought he could encroach on my territory. What he didn't seem to remember was. I was the king of vampires for a reason. I may not show power but I owned all the power. Every once in a while a foolish vampire tried to covet my power. They tried to challenge me for my position. They always found out why it was not only stupid but illogical to do that. The older Sired knew better but these newer ones had to be taught why I was called The Black Death.

The youngest members of our pack watched with wide, wandering eyes as their future unfolded before them like a tapestry being woven in real time, understanding that they were witnessing the birth of something extraordinary. I created an entirely new rank within our hierarchy Guardians of the Royal Blood, an elite corps of warriors who would be trained not just in advanced combat techniques, but in the subtle arts of loyalty, diplomacy, and political strategy. These exceptional individuals would serve as protectors of the ancient legacy that flowed through my veins, ensuring that the royal bloodline would never again be threatened by betrayal or conspiracy.