The Vampire Kings Slave Mate Novels & Stories

Everything about her was, I didn’t expect I would ever get a second chance mate, and even if I did imagine it. It was never someone so young. Viola was probably eighteen or nineteen and was mated to an old man, the King of all Lycans. “So are you, King Damien.” Her Voice was husky and it was fucking turning me on further than I was and I want her so much. I kissed her lower lip and gave it a little bit, she moans slowly and her eyes is filled with so much desire. “Mark her, Damien and make her yours,” Dugan growled possessively.

another asshole said. “What about the vampire? She’s his true mate.” “She can stay inside his chamber, pleasing His Majesty. As is the duty of a slave,” Uren, the bastard minister he least liked suggested. Laughter erupted from the crowd. “I agree with Uren. The alpha not only escaped the vampires, but also brought their most valuable princess as his trophy. She must stay as his slave.” More laughter. Aluxious ground his jaw. “Well suggested, Minister Uren. I wish I could see the face of King Killian.”

Ryan began, his voice dripping with mock sweetness, “we Lycan Kings have needs, desires that you must meet.” My heart raced, and I stared at them in fear and disbelief. “I thought mates were meant to be cherished, loved,” I whispered, recalling the stories my mother told me of true mates. Nathan chuckled darkly, tilting my chin up to meet his gaze. “That’s where you’re mistaken,” he said, his voice chillingly calm. “You have the blood of a weak alpha running inside you. Did you think we would accept you as our mate? You are here to fulfill a purpose as our slave. Nothing more.” He explained.

She couldn't tell anyone that Winston disrespected her. "My fellow vampire masters and Queen Victoria. I am pleased to announce in front of the vampire council that I have found my mate while we were in the conference. And I would like to ask Queen Victoria to give her blessings. As her own sister, princess Valeria Ambrosia is my mate. Will you accept my proposal for you sister, my Queen?" Winston was staring at Queen Victoria's face all the time he announced about his mate. He had a mischievous grin on his face as he told the vampire council that Princess Valeria was his mate.

"You deserve a true mate. One of noble blood. Not this...thing." His grip tightened on her waist. “I, Alpha King Kael Draven of the Moonstone Pack, reject you, Lyra Blackthorn, as my mate," Kael declared, his voice booming through the hall so that all could hear it. "This disgrace is not my mate. She is nothing." My chest caved inward. It felt like a physical tearing, as if invisible claws ripped down my soul. The rejection slammed into me, sucking the air from my lungs. My knees buckled, pain searing through my heart, my veins, my very bones.

Note: This chapter is in a different chronological order Klaus POV - Hoff wasn't happy about me selling the slave to the vampires, but I couldn't leave her in his hands. He was one of the few who knew that the slave had been my mate, and if others found out it would be an almost endless fight. After all, I'm the King, I can't have a slave for a mate, no matter how proud she was, how perfect she smelled... How perfect she was.

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.

The faster I think of ways to escape this circle, the quicker I escape the craziness surrounding here. "Why did you take me and what are you?" he stood up walking to the bed as he took his seat. "It was all for revenge but I got to know you, see you and love you. The greatest battle is to have you as my Queen, ruling beside me in our world of supernaturals. We vampires have pride and what's more great than taking the mates of the hybrids. Their pride. I'll make you mine. My Belove. For all eternity." "I have a mate. TWO mates! I will never be your Queen."

They are scary. They were massive, their broad shoulders and muscular frames filing the space around the bed. Each of them had the same dark hair and piercing gray eyes, a stark contrast in the dim light of the room. “Who… who are you?” I stammered, my voice shaky and barely audible. The one closest to me offered a small, reassuring smile. “We’re the Alpha Kings.” He said, his voice gentle but firm. “And we’re your mates.” I stared at him, the words not quite registering at first. Then a bitter laugh escaped my lips. Is that what they call women before they sleep with them nowadays? Because last I checked my mate has rejected me and forced me to become his plaything.

he asked softly looking up from the blood of his hands “no my king” mave said eyes widening “my father was not a nice man or vampire i was born in the time of vampires taking what they wanted, my father thought i was pretty from my twelfth birthday until i hit puberty at sixteen and shot up into the giant before you, so my little mave when you say that barry came to your room and took what was not asked for i take it as one of the hardest things someone has to overcome, woman or no the next time someone takes what you have not freely given mave and you do not tell me i will kill YOU mave not the offender because you have recourse, you have back up, and you have a family, one that cares what