The Vampire King's Pregnant Wife Novels & Stories

I asked again. "Uh...I heard he doesn't like moving around with guards..." "Hm, he's a low-key King" I chipped in. He's just like Wymond, he doesn't like moving around with guards too. "And about his queen... from what I've heard, she's heavily pregnant" he answered. His response left my jaw dropping and I had to take a second look at the vampire King, then blinked a few times in confusion. "He's already this old, shouldn't his queen be as old as him? How can she still be heavily pregnant?"

It was supposed to fill one with happiness, excitement, and when he’d felt the mating pull the first time, he’d been filled with it. He almost couldn’t believe that fate had paired him with such a delectable female, one that looked so much like an angel, until he’d stepped closer, his vision had cleared and he’d seen that it was Maria. Of all fucking people. He was the vampire king. How was he going to tell his people that he was mated to the person who had killed their beloved king and queen and had captured the lovely Iris? He couldn’t. He couldn’t tell them. It would never work.

Even the royals envied me for the size of my territory and the raw power I had as a vampire. “About your past,” she said. “When did these thoughts start?” I went quiet. It was hard to admit it, but if my plan to seduce her, to keep her, was going to work, it would be easier to simply answer her question. The blood slave “When my wife died.” Her eyes widened. “How long were you married?” “Not long enough,” I said, staring at her. “But… I imagine any man who loves his wife would say the same…”

“But Scarlet didn’t think so.” I swallowed. “Because of Raymond.” She met my gaze, a spark of something bitter dancing behind her eyes. “Yes. Your mother fell in love with a werewolf—an unforgivable betrayal—something that had never happened before. A day before her marriage to the Vampire King… Scarlet ran away with him.” My heart pounded. Violet’s voice grew quieter. “A year later, the Vampire King found her. But she was already pregnant…with you.” The walls seemed to close in around me as I processed her words.

‘Why is she always eating with them, it is like she enjoys the fact that prince Andre is pining over her,’ King Makens mind linked his wife. ‘To keep her husband out of harm. Being part of the conversation keeps them from plotting against him,’ Queen Lana mind linked back. Lady Hannha noticed king Makens eyes on her and spoke up, “Lovely weather we are having for a winter's day.” “Indeed,” King Makens said, putting his eyes back on his own table, feeling caught out. “Any news on the vampire that killed Zara and her baby?” Prince Andre asked. King Makens looked at prince Deacon accusingly before speaking to prince Andre, “What business is it of yours?”

The Vampire King administered his Coven from his castle instead of the royal palace of the Lycans sometimes and today was inspection day so the Vampire King had gone with our eldest 3 pups while the remaining 6 young ones stayed behind. After I gave birth to triplets the first time, Kai and Dominic miraculously fell pregnant with triplets subsequently too and soon enough, it felt like the Lycan race was going to see a sudden boom in its numbers. “The (kiss) Queen (kiss) at (kiss) her (kiss) fiery (kiss) best,” Kai mumbled against Dominic’s addicting lips, their kisses not stopping even for a moment while I was sandwiched between them. “Not fair. I missed it,” Dominic pouted while slyly buryi

“Is something wrong?” The man cleared his throat and looked at the alpha king. “I think I will take it from here,” the king told him, and the man bowed his head and left the room. “How could you be so stupid, Tamara, and risk your life like this!” he yelled at me. Why was he yelling? “You are pregnant! And you didn’t even know! Instead, you continued to stress yourself while being pregnant!”

Above them, the full moon slowly disappeared behind a spreading crimson shadow, bathing the kingdom in an eerie red glow that seemed to stain the heavens themselves. An unnatural silence settled over the crowd. Even the wind seemed to have abandoned the castle, as though nature itself understood the significance of this night. For more than a thousand years, every Vampire King had performed the Crimson Vow beneath the Blood Eclipse, allowing the ancient magic to summon the woman destined to become his queen. Never once had the ritual failed. It was older than the empire itself, older than the oldest vampire alive, and its judgment had never been questioned. Standing at the center of the ritu

Vittoria's Bella married Antonio's careful business partner's son, a good, steady young man I believed would provide her genuine security, when she was twenty-three, and I confess I allowed myself, in the years that followed her wedding, to finally believe that Salvatore's old threat had genuinely faded into irrelevant history. Antonio's health remained fragile in ways that never fully resolved after his terrible illness, though he lived considerably longer than the physician had once believed possible, long enough to see Bella settled into her own household, long enough to hold her only daughter, born nearly two years into her marriage.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Dua questioned, fear seeping into her voice. The maid opened her mouth, revealing her sharp fangs. Dua's eyes widened, her whole being trembling. "V...va...vampire?" The maid gripped Dua tighter, bringing her fangs to Dua's neck. Dua closed her eyes, letting out a loud scream. The door burst open, and in a blink of an eye, the King, Alexander was there. His hand gripping the maid's jaw tightly, just a breath from Dua's skin.