The Vampire Lords Greatest Wife Novels & Stories

In the Elder Sanctum, attendants whispered among themselves. "Did you hear? The Chief Enforcer's human wife — she's the body they found at the border." "I heard she snuck out of the territory on her own and got killed by a rogue vampire. Brought it on herself." "Poor Damien. At least he has Vivienne to comfort him." "Such a strong woman. Still going through Blood Withering treatment and dealing with all this." Vivienne lay in her treatment chamber, soaking in every drop of sympathy. Each pitying glance, each concerned word made her smile a little brighter.

Vivien's face crumpled. "I won't share you," she whispered. "I won't be second to some woman who doesn't even have the decency to show her face." She turned and walked toward the entrance, her servants following with her belongings. The door closed behind her. Silence settled over the dining room. Elmund cleared his throat carefully. "So that's what Lady Gianna helped you with." "Yes." "Your Majesty, I must speak plainly." "Then speak." Elmund's jaw tightened. "She is a married woman. And above all, another Alpha's Luna. What you did last night –"

He loved me, he truly did, but as a vampire ruler, he could not escape the pressure to continue his ancient bloodline. And at every Kindred gathering, the old-fashioned elders would whisper in his ear about the importance of pure blood. It was in a moment of weakness that he had become involved with his childhood friend. But he had never intended to abandon me. In his long, eternal life, I was his only sun, his only acknowledged wife. He never thought that a single moment of greed and obsession would completely destroy the sacred pact of the last five years, driving away the most irreplaceable light of his life.

So I fired at him in response to his earlier comment, “I was just hoping to keep the the creepy stalker vibes off of me. I’m well aware that a little piece of black tourmaline won’t keep vampires away.” “So you know what I am then, mate?” I went a little slack jawed at that. Mate? I was his mate? “Witches don’t have mates,” I scoffed. “But vampires do,” he replied with a slick tone that said ‘I’m more clever than you.’ That got on my nerves a little bit. “We are not mates,” I said and turned to walk away. I needed a drink. And maybe a cigarette. And I definitely needed to consult the cards tonight.

This was just another test I gotta ace although this time, what is at stake is my life. I stood up, adjusting my gown. I am Lena Hale, Consort to a Vampire Lord. Despite how unbelievable it is to my mind, I really have to start thinking it this seeing as I couldn't possibly run from the palace. I should sleep now so I can be well rested before the Vampire Lord comes for my blood.

Perhaps vampires and werewolves didn't prey on each other, but the enmity that led them to the present was not easily disregarded. He looked to the lord he spoke most often with, urging him with a look to start planting the seeds of doubt that would make his plan work. "Is it right to have her take the throne?" a lord asked. "What are you saying?" "She has lived among humans within the werewolf's territory. Worse than that, she has lived among them for who knows how long? She is only half vampire and illegitimate..." He shook his head, "Perhaps, we have pushed something that was not meant to be?"

I ask as kindly as possible, fingers crossed that she does. I watch her look at the tabletop as she gets lost in recalling the memory. “It was many, many years ago. I just met Maxwell a few years earlier, in fact. I remember the look on his face when I introduced him to Alexander. At the time picking a bride or groom to him was a waste and when I told him that Alexander was to be my groom he laughed in my face.” She laughs quietly, lost in thought. “Alexander was the most humble, honest man and he too didn’t want to become a vampire such as yourself. I waited a total of three years until he agreed to start the transition. I bet you’re wondering where The High Council comes in.” She stops, wa

The warriors' eyes widened in astonishment, realizing that they were standing before none other than the Lycan Queen. "Queen," one of the warriors whispered, his voice barely audible. The realization of my true identity seemed to ripple through the group, causing a mixture of awe and apprehension to wash over them. It was clear that my presence alone had shifted the balance of power in their eyes, leaving them unsure of how to proceed. "Yes, Queen, the true mate of the Lycan King." I declared boldly. "The ruler of this realm and protector of our people." I raised my head high, meeting their gaze with unwavering confidence.

The council meeting was scheduled for tomorrow morning, all the three lords were informed about the same and ordered to make their presence in Venetia's royal palace. In the night, after a few meetings regarding the council meeting Demetrius was in his room with a vampire woman toy in his bed. The woman in his bed was a vampire maid who worked in the castle and it had been an hour since they started with the pleasurable quest. Being the oldest vampire in history, he could drink blood from other vampires to fulfill his blood lust. He sank his teeth deep into her neck as he drank blood from the female vampire till the last drop of blood left in her body.

The three of them had gathered in the study for her first lesson after the sun had set. “Marilyn Lou was a tavern worker, she had a good life, good family, a good husband, she was also a Christian, and even though she was not rich, she had almost everything she needed to make life comfortable for her. The only thing she did not have was a good job. The tavern paid her well, but always had terrible male customers who would drink themselves to stupor and carry prostitutes all around. Her husband had always pressured her to quit her job, as it did not go well with her values as a Christian, but she refused because she needed the money, not like she had a choice anyway, as her husband was also p