The Vampire King Novels & Stories

NOAH “My name is Vladimir, and I am the Vampire king. Here in America.” “And you clearly know who I am,” I say, not moving a muscle, and not showing I am worried. “You say that you come in peace. But why would you surround us then.” I continue. “I wanted to be sure you would listen and not attack,” Vladimir says without blinking. “Alright, I will listen to speak,” I say. “You are not only the king of the werewolves, but you are the king of the supernatural world. Werewolves, vampires, elves, witches. Everyone.” Vladimir says.

"The King was struck down and here you are basking in the deceptive tributes of the Vampire King." "Vampire King?" I ignored his rude accusation to ask. "Oh, you didn't even know who you were dancing with." We arrived at an isolated hall and closed the door to reduce the music blast. "That was Vladimir, the Vampire King. He is very deceptive and manipulative. Do well to avoid him. He takes advantage of his good looks and charms to lure women into doing whatever he asks and when that doesn't succeed, he uses his powers which believe me, no one has yet to subdue."

“Promise you will help me escape if I let you drink from me.” Before you know what is happening, his teeth is in your neck. You felt intoxicated from him drinking your blood and relaxed in his arms. After he has his fill, he took his seat on his throne, leaving you half-paralyzed. You do your best not to drift off to sleep, but no matter how hard you try your heavy eyelids close, the last image of the vampire king that was extremely easy on the eyes. Actually, he was more attractive than the lycan king, but not more than your fated mate, Davide, the rogue lycan mafia king.

What got them so upset was when the vampire king had asked her for a Dance. Derek, The vampire king though was an old friend of theirs he was known to be cunning like a fae and was greatly feared among the super naturals. The Vampire King had long ruled over his kingdom with an iron fist. He was feared by all who knew him, and for good reason. He was as ruthless as he was tall, standing at over six feet with broad shoulders and a chiseled jawline that could cut through steel. But it was his devilishly handsome features that truly struck fear into the hearts of his subjects. For there was a coldnes

Vampires are dying. No, that is not right. They are being killed. Vince corrected his thoughts as he gritted his teeth, he mainly stirred clear of vampire politics and ruling. He left that to the primordials who were interested in other vampires adoration. He felt quite comfortable with his job as unofficial ruler of the primordials although he always protested loudly whenever it is voiced. He was the only sane primordial among the rest and he had a natural charisma which made the others to follow him, not to mention his ruthless fighting. Being alive for more than a millennium had a way of making you unfeeling and ruthless but he had always been ruthless right from the start.

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

I can see someone coming to the door with a face filled with anger that he was disturbed. “The penalty for disturbing the king is death; who are you to think you are to disturb him in this manner?” The grumpy vampire spits at me, and I am instantly on edge. “We need time! Things are bad here.” Harmony screams. “On it,” I respond before speaking. “I am mated to King Brandt; I am Queen of the Northern Vampires.” His face contorts instantly as I shove past him and into the house. “Now get me your king,” I demand.

Thru seemed to have a leader this time, a huge hooded man with an aura twice as intimidating. "Sebastian Deusdedit," he called out in a eerie tone. "Respect," she spat, "emperor Sebastian, your honor." The hooded blood sucker laughed, an unpleasant sound. "I'm also a king, you know, a lord. The lord of the vampires, what you term as blood suckers." "I don't care what you call yourself but I warn you to stay away from me and my wife." The vampire lord chuckled, throwing back his hood to reveal a deathly pale face with long sharp fangs.

he was talking about. All a bunch of rich thieves and fools, in my opinion, King Ariah, the arrogant king of winged men, foolish King Damian king of werewolves and Lycans, and king Alec, the evil king of vampires. "What is it you want? " I asked not flinching even for a second, maintaining my dignity. I felt a hand grab my neck, in a second the vampire king had super sped toward me was now was tightening his hold around my neck. I gasped a little as he slowly squeezed,

He pushed the lifeless body to the ground, and his mouth was covered with blood, and his eyes suddenly shined so brightly red as he inhaled with satisfaction. A vampire! Fuck!. I have never been in this situation; what the fuck would I do? I just wish I would wake up from this terrible nightmare. The man turned to face me, and his eyes met mine with a cold, haunting intensity. He had a certain regal aura about him, but it was marred by the darkness in his gaze. It was then that he spoke, his voice laced with a chilling tone. "You must be wondering who I am," he said, holding my cheek tight and sniffing my neck like he was looking for the perfect spot to bite. I am th