The Vampire King Novels & Stories

“Are you aware, lady Piia, that witches only exist in fairy-tales? Hell, I didn’t even know Estonia existed until Vladimir waltzed into my house and uprooted my entire life. Now, I’m here with a dead or missing mother, a company worth bazillions and abilities that are, by the standards of these witches that shouldn’t exist, abnormal. To top it off, I’ve narrowly escaped death twice now. All I want from you is to make it make sense. Why does Vladimir want revenge against my family? Who wants my mother and I dead -and don’t you dare tell me they’re not connected because I saw the church where I was born. While you’re at it, you can explain to me why you drown under a river of guilt every time

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 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, 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 house of Roesiwn. And Her royal highness Queen Anastasia Nikita

The dim lights turned on and she saw a figure of a half-naked man standing near the open window from where the full moon was seen, shining above. “It will be your last full moon, King. You, your offspring, your kingdom, your people and your name will be vanished from the earth permanently. No Lycan breed or anyone will rule here ever except one and only. And that is Keir Frederick.” the man laughed and turned towards Allison’s direction. And she sucked a deep breath when he looked directly into her eyes. His black hair swept back, dark eyes filled with kohl and vicious smirk on his manly face certainly indicated that he was the vampire king.

The vampires are shocked to see such power, but it has no effect on them. “Release her,” I order them. “We do not answer to you,” they say. “No, you answer to me. I am Benedict Alexander White and I am the vampire King. I order you to release the woman and surrender.” Alexander has joined us. “No. You know we are not controlled as the wolves are. The moment I release this bitch, we are dead. We have a King, and he is not you,” the vampire challenges Alexander.

I take her hand and lead her back to where my Phantom is waiting for us, and when she’s in, I place a separate dry overcoat on her shoulders and raise the partitioning. “Woah, snazzy car. What happened to the Harley?” she asks with wide eyes while looking around the interior, then her eyes settle on me and narrow. “In fact, what happened to you?” “Long fucking story,” I grumble, slipping off my drenched coat and sighing. “Everything you see; the car, the new look, the wife - all came with the part I have to play as Vampire King. It was the conditions I agreed to once I stepped up and took the title.”

Xavier's pov: My name is Xavier Fernandes, A full-blooded vampire from the Dracula lineage and the head vampire of my clan. Vampires, they said, cannot walk during the day, because we react to the sun, but due to the nature of my blood which my people call the Golden Blood, I can walk around during the day and more perfectly at nightfall

Blood was dripping from their mouths. “Take her away. She will be a fine addition to the army” the vampire ordered. The woman was dragged away by the monsters, screaming for her life. Elsewhere, in the Kingdom of Vladmor, the vampire king Zachaeus of the House of the Phoenix called an emergency conclave with the kings from the human kingdom of Cresian Empire, werewolf kingdom Lunavaria, the magic kingdom of Illusontis.

The King Of All Vampire's Kings, himself, Nicholas. "Wait, Nicholas is what now?" He isn't just a king Nicholas anymore, but a King Of All Vampire's Kings now? Oh, don't mind my use of article. I mean "the" instead. She smiles. "I know that title is a little bit too much of a description, but yes, he is. He's the Vampire King to all other Seven Vampire kings." She tells me and I gasp. For a moment, my brain thinks of somewhere I have heard something like that before. Yes, in my dreams. It was mentioned that one with his seven Kings would attack, but is it Nicholas and the seven kings that that was talking about?

The room was adorned with crimson drapes and eerie portraits that seemed to follow her every move. "Hera, my daughter," the King intoned, his voice a rich baritone that reverberated through the room. "The shadows have whispered of a looming threat to both our kingdoms. A prophecy, entwining the fates of vampires and werewolves, has been set into motion." Hera's eyes widened with a mix of curiosity and trepidation. "What prophecy, father? How does it concern us?" The King gestured to a cryptic tapestry that adorned the chamber walls. It depicted a convergence of moonlight and darkness, werewolves and vampires bound by a common destiny.