The Vampire King Novels & Stories

Benedict replies, already moving to obey. At the doorway, Draluke pauses, placing a hand against the stone frame. His voice, low and deadly, echoes through the hall. “If a single hair on her head has been harmed… I will paint this land with blood.” And with that, the Vampire King vanishes into the night. ############

Ava and Ryder entered, only a young handsome man was seated leisurely drinking blood from a goblet in his hands. "Where is the king?" Ava whispered to her aunt. "I am the king." the young man answered, a lazy smile playing on his face. "You are the king? How?" Ryder echoed in shock. "There is something called eternal youth for vampires." the king replied. Ryder kept looking at the king in shock, he could have sworn the king looked just like Ava's elder brother. He even looked younger than Ryder. What sorcery was this. Suddenly a thought occurred to him.

He briefly felt him in his head as the King sifted through the vast number of vampires, not stopping until he found what he was looking for. The vampire felt the king in his head and gasped. His cold blood ran colder, and his heart raced as he looked around. He instantly regretted it when he realized the King was looking through his eyes and seeing everything he saw. “Oh, fuck,” The vampire said before Ezra, and Lexon appeared in front of him. As soon as the ground was firmly under their feet Lexon disappeared in the direction he was ordered to go. “That's right. You are, fucked!” Ezra said, and the Vampire began screaming in agony when the king reached forward and touched his forehead. His

It consists of a representative from each species. That's how the Vampire King came about. Basically, the Vampire King rules over all the vampire species. No, this did not mean that all the vampires in the world lived in my kingdom. They were free to live where ever they saw fit. But I was their king. When I would get crowned they would all fly in for my coronation.

They parted like the Red Sea, lowering their weapons and bowing their heads in absolute, terrifying reverence. ​Through the parted ranks walked a figure. ​He was impossibly tall, unnaturally slender, draped in robes of liquid shadow. His skin was the color of bleached parchment, his eyes entirely black voids. Resting upon his pale brow was a jagged, twisted crown forged of fused silver and Lycan skulls. ​The Crimson King. ​The ancient god of the vampires had returned to the surface. ​The King did not look at Alaric. He did not look at the screaming civilians. His black eyes locked directly onto Elara.

Vampires hunt and kill with no respect for the secret of the supernatural, causing chaos and destruction, bringing the attention of humans and other supernatural species. Needing order in the Vampire world four young Pure Blooded Vampire brothers, Sargon, Orion, Vladimir and Corbin King, rise above all others, they work their way across the land with cutthroat fierceness, using a cruel viciousness bordering on a barbaric approach they restore order and became the first Vampire Kings of Kings. After a few centuries of protecting the Vampires, other supernaturals and the secret that is their existence, each of the brothers took a mate, creating their own bloodlines while still bowing to the ol

And his state was too serious for him to plan something petty. The king had somehow crossed paths or most likely gotten into something that was more than a squabble with a werewolf Alpha. He was bitten pretty badly, hence I have had to step in to ensure that the affairs of the kingdom are run smoothly for one, and also to ensure that angry, blood-tasty vengeful vampires do not start a war that no one planned for or asked for.

Faith whispered, “Alexander Kingston,” the vampire to whom she had lost her virginity. Faith’s soul was knocked out of her body, and she couldn’t figure out how this could happen to her. When she finally had control of her life, she was right here, right now.

The atmosphere tensed up, as fear gripped all of them. Meanwhile, sitting on the throne now, is a figure, dressed in all black, with a big black cloak, on his body, the big hoodie, covering his head, making his face invisible, but anyone could tell that he is a dangerous creature. Standing up on his feet, slowly, he took his hand to his head, and held the tip of the hoodie, before letting it fall off his face, revealing the most beautiful face ever. Yes, he's beautiful, he is a man, but saying he's cute or handsome, is an understatement. His lips are the most perfect lips, which you would kill to have a taste of, his pointed nose, the most beautiful of them all, which your fingers would itch

His thoughtful gaze wandered around the room. “Lord,” William began hesitantly, “this is our king.” He has no equal in strength. There are legends that vampires can leave offspring. This has never happened in my lifetime, but I believe it is possible. A born vampire has pure blood, he is devoid of a human past and everything connected with it. He is a true predator who knows no pity and does not know how to love.