Vampire Empress Novels & Stories

As time passes, she would rule over the hunters and possess their skill as well as gaining a firm foothold on the empire. ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! The whip landed on Carissa’s back with a loud snap. Her clothes were torn by the thorn whip. She bit her lip as hard as she can to stifled her scream. There was no way she would let the Empress get her satisfaction. Cold sweat dripped down her foreheads as blood seeped out from her mouth. She struggled to escape from two black-clothed vampires in front of her with futile attempts. Empress Lamia and Princess Philippa were surely daring to do this in Mateo’s castle.

The warmth of his blood spills from the wound, but before darkness can claim him, a cold rush fills his veins, a sensation both alien and intoxicating. He opens his eyes to see her—the creature that has sealed his fate. Her beauty is otherworldly, her eyes a deep, fathomless black, reflecting the night sky. Her hair, dark as a raven’s wing, cataracts down her back, and her lips, stained with his blood, curl into a smile. She is Matilda, daughter of William the Conqueror—the first of their kind, an Original Vampire, the progenitor of a race that will haunt the world for centuries to come.

“You should know that when a Vampire Lord conceives a child with a human, the bloodline may mutate into a higher-grade lineage. When that happens, the Costa family’s status in the vampire world will rise even further—and they will definitely support me.” “The position of Blood Queen of the Bat Coven will belong to me,” she continued. “As for you—a low-grade vampire who can’t even conceive—you’ll be driven out eventually. How embarrassing would that be?” “And besides,” she added with a sneer, “your Blood Bond with Costa was fake to begin with. If we really investigate it, you’re the other woman.” Her words grew more vicious by the second. I clenched my fists, my nails digging deep into my pal

' thought Iris with a confused expression . " Kiara , please listen to me ! " said Emily when she saw Kiara's surprised face . After making sure that Kiara's attention was focused on her Emily started to talk . " I am also a vampire like Eskylrious , Iris , king Charles and the queen . The Windsor royal family , is also the royal family of the vampire clan . The second in power to the royal family in the vampire clan is my family . We have close ties with the royal family . It's true that we are vampires but we aren't as bad as we seem . " said Emil with a smile .

Now it looked like something that had survived a massacre. Elara touched her face—her new face—and felt the unfamiliar smoothness of vampire skin beneath her fingertips. No scars from the silver chains Cassius had wrapped around her throat three years from now. No ragged mark where he had torn out her heart and offered it, still beating, to the god-beast sleeping beneath the palace. This face belonged to Seraphine Valcour, Crown Princess of the starving vampire empire to the east. The real bride. The true mate. The one Cassius was supposed to kill in thirty nights beneath the coronation moon.

I was an empress, the wolf literally force the man to yearn for me even when he didn’t want to. “I am not a killer." “But you are an empress, cursed to attract every kind of creature yet you can never have your own person. Your soul and body belongs to all. Even a strong man like Herth cannot resist you.”He grabbed one of my boob , tearing the fabric that shielded it. He increased his pressure over the flesh forcing my nipple to poke out. Hm…hmmm … hmmm He moaned as he sucked on me, finally giving in.

He stood with a predatory grace that made Emily’s stomach churn. The five figures didn't move. The leader, a woman with hair like dried blood, stepped forward. She sniffed the air. "We smell the Vessel," the vampire hissed. Her voice sounded like wind rushing through a cave. "Hand her over, Leech-Doctor. Or we drain you both." Leech-Doctor? Emily’s heart hammered against her ribs. What was Vane? "She is spoken for," Vane said calmly. "Go back to your holes. The Master does not share."

“Sorry young lady, but you’ll be stuck here for a while. Could you please stop screaming so loud, acting like a baby? You’re grown enough to know that screaming will not get you out of here.” “Ahhh…” Emma screamed again. “Shut up, you insolent little bitch.” “Where am i?” Emma asked. The woman laughed hard. “You’re in the worst place a werewolf could be. You’re in King Almede’s castle. He is the leader of all the vampires in the southern region. I know that you’re going to hate it here. Welcome to your hell, Emma Greenfield.” Emma gasped. “How do you know my full name?”

While she was looking for answers to her questions, something caught her eye. "A black cape? Long-sleeved white shirt? And a red bow?” Cyrille's eyes begin to widen. "This is how a vampire dresses in classic Dracula films!" she exclaimed. “Oh my—” She couldn't finish her words and immediately covered her mouth to keep from shouting. She was overjoyed with the mixed emotions she was experiencing at the time, and she couldn't believe that after days of fruitless hunting, she'd have the good fortune to meet a vampire.

He looked like a dark god, cut from pale marble and left to breathe. The Vampire Emperor wore a tailored suit in charcoal and crimson. His hair was raven-black, his eyes, not that bright feral ruby my soldiers had, but a deep abyssal maroon. He didn’t sneer or play at being cruel. He didn’t need to. He just radiated an ancient, suffocating calm, way more terrifying than the Prince’s loud explosive temper. He didn’t have to shout over the wind. He spoke straight into my mind. You wield the fire of the earth, little Luna, the Emperor’s voice pressed in, cold and smooth as polished glass. But fire cannot burn a vacuum. If your ghost-ships touch my blood-barrier, your entire armada will be atomi