Vampire King Art Novels & Stories

The Vampire King asked him. The Alpha King gave a sign to one of his men who was good in artistry to give a clear description of how the creature looked like. The Vampire King ordered his people to get a clean sheet and a quill pen so the man would draw what he had seen. He immediately started to draw once he was provided with these things. He drew the creature perfectly and he was done within a span of minutes. The sheet was taken to the Vampire King who looked at the creature. They had never seen a creature like this and the monster was looking harmful and dreadful. It didn't look like a werewolf in any way.

“You’re a vampire, a real one. That’s what this whole blood pact thing is about, isn’t it?” His smile widened, flashing those fangs again like he was done hiding it. “Took you long enough to say it out loud. Yes, Andrea. I am. Have been for longer than your bloodline has existed. Your grandfather didn’t just make a deal with some shady businessman. He bargained with the King of the Blood-Stained Throne and now his debt has come due in the form of you.” He gripped my waist and pulled me flush against him, his movements forceful and claiming. My heart was racing a mile a minute, caught between wanting to bolt and the terrifying realization that I was trapped in his personal vault with an actua

I have a feeling not even a true war between our kingdom and Scarlett Thunder can change his mind. “You must understand, Your Majesty, that my brother will never abandon his child–” “He won’t have a choice. I can’t see him being able to keep his alliances with the other vampire kingdoms once they hear about this abomination Kane has fathered.” “There’s no need to act so brashly–” “I have been more than accommodating, but Kane has forced my hand.” King Peter walks over to the dining table and takes a seat. A servant comes over quickly and pours a glass of blood for the king. King Peter swallows a mouthful of the red substance, his pale throat bobbing. My mouth feels dry, but I don’t move.

“It is either we accept their rule or go to war. And I am afraid we cannot win against these blood thirsty creatures. They are fast, powerful, and ruthless.” “I have fought vampires before, but their king is different. Rumor says he possesses unimaginable power. No one knows what he looks like, but anyone who encounters him says his aura alone is terrifying. He is merciless.” I gulped. “Why didn’t you tell me this earlier, Dad?” He looked upset. “Because I didn’t want to unsettle you.” “So what will we do, Dad? We will do whatever is best for our pack’s well-being.” “You mean, accept the vampire king’s authority like our neighboring packs did?”

"I am Trevor and I am the vampire king. What is your name, woman?" The vampire king asked Celestine who was still shaking in fear. Her eyes widened when she heard what he said. If he was the vampire king then the vampire story was real. But who was the woman that awaken him?

The atmosphere tensed up, as fear gripped all of them. Meanwhile, sitting on the throne now, is a figure, dressed in all black, with a big black cloak, on his body, the big hoodie, covering his head, making his face invisible, but anyone could tell that he is a dangerous creature. Standing up on his feet, slowly, he took his hand to his head, and held the tip of the hoodie, before letting it fall off his face, revealing the most beautiful face ever. Yes, he's beautiful, he is a man, but saying he's cute or handsome, is an understatement. His lips are the most perfect lips, which you would kill to have a taste of, his pointed nose, the most beautiful of them all, which your fingers would itch

She screamed in rage. Then… her eyes found me. She saw me. “I’ve been waiting to meet the last daughter of the sea,” she hissed. “And when I do, I’ll destroy you.” The vision shattered. I woke up back in the Vampire King’s palace—gasping, heart pounding. Meanwhile, in the King’s chambers… The council was in chaos. “My King, by our laws, the werewolf must be executed,” one elder said firmly, standing. Kieran didn’t answer with words. Instead, his power surged through the room like a violent wind. The council members groaned under the weight of it, clutching their chests, trying not to fall to their knees.

Venus found it no more a surprise that she had allowed him to sleep with her during her wedding night. King Bloodstar lead her into a large room filled with small tables and chairs. A large fireplace sat in the wall, unlit and the half burnt logs within it, laid cold. Over the fireplace was a large painting of the former emperor. His long twisted red horns painted like the fires of hell and his eyes red as a demons. It was an impressive painting of King Bloodstar's father. Few of the nobles were in this room. they sat in the chairs around the small tables and chatted idly or played cards.

The tears she'd forced out hung awkwardly on her lashes. "Clara, get up. Thank your sister for her blessing." Father sighed in relief. "Th-thank you, sister." Clara bounced out happily. "Girls grow up so fast, hard to keep them around." Father joked, but when he turned and saw my cold face, he looked guilty. "Rowena, the only unmated heirs left from the ruling clans are the vampire lord Thorne and the elf prince Eldrin." "I think the elves aren't a bad pick. Their looks and status are way above the vampires."

I felt like his eyes were looking into my soul. “Come here.” He called to me. My legs were shaking, as I stepped towards the Vampire King. I tripped over a cord, and tried to brace myself for the fall, except the fall never came. The Vampire King had caught me. For the first time, since the hunters came I felt safe. I looked up at the king and watched as his eyes flashed from a beautiful cerulean blue to a deep blood red. This was the power of the vampire. They made the perfect Predator, everything about them was so warm, so inviting, willing the prey to them. Once the prey was within their reach, they’d pounce, attacking and killing their prey.