The Vampire Lords Greatest Wife Novels & Stories

She had felt it now—the predator that lived under the expensive suits and careful manners. "I am Lord Erin Marrock," I said formally. "Second son of the werewolf royal family. Brother to the King. And apparently, father to the most powerful young werewolf born in generations." She sank onto my couch like her legs would not hold her anymore. "The Executioner." So she had heard the stories. Good. "Among other titles, yes." "Oh god." She buried her face in her hands. "What have I gotten myself into?" "You got yourself into this the night you decided to seduce a stranger in at an event"

"The warehouse was the first. He grabbed my throat, squeezed hard enough to choke me but not enough to leave marks. Then he checked a pocket watch and said he had to go see his wife." Roland's arms dropped to his sides. "His wife." "That's what he said. No report in ten years of tracking has ever mentioned a spouse. No intercept, no informant, nothing." His wife. The words still felt wrong in my mouth. Like a fact that didn't belong in the same sentence as fourteen confirmed kills. I watched the word rearrange something behind his eyes. A decade of building a profile on the most dangerous vampire in the world, and a single detail was pulling it apart.

She was a NEW LADY of this family, a human, whom William just married to. “And who is the next?” I felt my blood rushing to my mind. I couldn’t control what I was doing now and will do next. “Your Royal Highness, you just killed my new wife.” William came to me and calmly said it. “Oh,really? But what’s your point of view on your son’s taking my girl away? I really need to know that.” My rage climbed on the highest peak in my brain. There should be an excuse for me to expose. “I don’t know what you are talking about. Chuck was the best Vampire in our family.”

I had written off everything she felt as jealousy and nothing more. Because of the forbidden ritual, I had been locked in place—my entire awareness narrowed to that one toxic woman. I had been so convinced that nothing was wrong with Elena, that she was too afraid to ever truly leave. I had taken her love for granted, her endurance for granted. I had decided, with complete certainty, that she would always stay—that she should stay. In her medical file, the doctor had noted it clearly: vampire blood can trigger a half-blood fetus to draw life force from the mother. The risk of maternal death was nearly absolute.

“What else would I be? They don’t exactly let vampires feed on each other, you know.” I stayed standing, arms crossed tightly. “So it’s just the pure-bloods who keep feeders?” “Oh no,” she said quickly, shaking her head. “Most vampires do. Even the sired ones. Master Ramez, for example—he was sired by Master Perth. He’s not a pure-blood, but he has feeders too. That’s why I’m here.” She tapped her chest proudly. “I’m his.” I blinked at her, my mind struggling to keep up. “So basically… almost every vampire has a feeder?”

The only other place they can reach is the Land of Nothing, which is already a realm of shadows. “We followed the Lady,” Shabat announces. “Who’s looking for my wife?” “Adrian. He fears something happened to her,” Iamem replies, but she smiles—she can smell what happened, just like any vampire from Morbóvia. “He has no reason to worry. She’s my wife, and I’ll take care of her. You may go. Don’t tell anyone where we are—just say we’re doing very well,” I say quickly, thinking of my cousin. He’s far too concerned about my wife. I know it’s because of what happened with the other females, but she’s mine now, and he needs to stay out of it.

"Jeopardizing alliances over a mere woman. That is very unlikely of you Vampire." Instead of backing down or cowering away from the oldest ruling monarch. Lips drawing back from his fangs, Vladimir snarled. "If I was you I would choose my words wisely where she is concerned, the last man who disrespected her had my claws in his chest and his still beating heart at her feet. That woman standing there is my bride. The Queen of my heart and Kingdom and for her, I could be ruthless. The hell with alliances and treaties." Vladimir didn't realize how ture his words were until he had spoken them out loud.

“Humph! You mentioned that the blood clan killed your family… and you’re saying you didn’t know who’s the man behind it all?” ‘Victor… Victor Rosett,’ Lucian thought. It was then when he recalled the name of the vampire lord who caused his family’s ruthless death. “Your Majesty, I was ignorant. I now remember the name… Victor Rosett is the Vampire Lord who controlled the Liore Kingdom in the shadows. He is my greatest enemy.”

“But please, I beg of you, let Camille be. She is all I have.” Before Lord Edgar could respond, a woman entered the chambers. Her movements were graceful, almost ethereal, as she glided across the room. Her beauty was striking—dark, flowing hair that reached her butt flowed behind her, onyx eyes that shimmered eerily. Her visage was impassive, and she walked towards her husband. She was Lady Elaine, the wife to Lord Edgar and mother to Elbert. Not only was she an original vampire from England, but she was also the most powerful witch in Svetyland, feared by all who knew her.

It was the heirloom of the clan's mistresses, and it had once been mine. "Distinguished guests," Miles raised his glass. "Thank you all for attending Vivienne's coronation. I especially want to thank my wife, Isolde, for her grace and her blessing." "I am confident Vivienne will bring wonderful changes to our clan." Thunderous applause erupted from the crowd. The same vampires who once bowed to me were now smiling fawningly at Vivienne. Vivienne stood in the spotlight, her eyes glistening with tears. "I also want to thank my sister."