Vampire King Art Novels & Stories

Slightly, but still present. "No one gets harmed?" Mikaela asked again and shoved her empty plate away from her. I had long since stopped eating, a mess of food still on my plate. Julian nodded fast and looked her dead in the eyes. "I would never harm another living soul unless they provoke me or harm anyone I love. Unless there is an absolute need for it. They all do it willingly. Mostly higher ranking officials in governments." He admitted, Adam's apple bobbing. This man was a king. Not just any king. An all powerful vampire king. His subjects were beneath him, humans even further down the line. How could one man care so much? The thought drove me insane. My mind wandered off for a second

Vampires are dying. No, that is not right. They are being killed. Vince corrected his thoughts as he gritted his teeth, he mainly stirred clear of vampire politics and ruling. He left that to the primordials who were interested in other vampires adoration. He felt quite comfortable with his job as unofficial ruler of the primordials although he always protested loudly whenever it is voiced. He was the only sane primordial among the rest and he had a natural charisma which made the others to follow him, not to mention his ruthless fighting. Being alive for more than a millennium had a way of making you unfeeling and ruthless but he had always been ruthless right from the start.

The glow died to reveal Azrion’s secret tattoo of Vance’s name on his chest. Vance pushed away from him and hissed, “You still disgust me.” Azrion got up, hurt. Not physically. “Yeah? I am not in love with you either, coward,” Azrion shouted, his heart breaking all over again. “Why don’t you run to your den, princess. Let the world know that the Vampire King loves power more than his mate.” Gasps rang out harder than earlier amongst the crowd. Their submissive golden boy – a Vampire King?!

I could hear the shadows hushed whispers, and knew we were running out of time. Just as the Vampire King opened his mouth to speak, Zeke dove forward, clipping his leg. The Vampire King fell to one knee, his lips moving as he stared at the gathering shadows. I wasted no time, darting forward and sinking my teeth into his flesh. My heart hammered with each dull thud of the Vampire King's heart, with each pulse of blood that squirted from his wound. Zeke and Bran latched onto one of his legs, pulling one way as I pulled another. The sound of tearing flesh filled the air, and I watched as the Vampire King's head rolled across the grass, his blue eyes shining smugly.

Their eyes seem to follow us as we move deeper into the grand hall. My gaze lands on one portrait near the center. A younger Rhience stares back at me, regal and fierce, the crown already on his head. “That was when I became king,” he says quietly beside me, noticing where I’m looking. I nod, then turn to the next large painting. It shows a striking man with sharp features and cold crimson eyes. He must be the vampire king, Nazar. I start to search for Alyssa’s portrait, curiosity pulling me, but Rhience gently takes my arm and leads me forward before I can find it.

Cassius’ POV ‘Get the car ready, Brutus.’ A ‘yes, sir’ soon follows my command. Count Dracula glances up to me with loathing shining brightly in his dark eyes. He attempts to pull his hand out of my grasp, but I decide to hold it in my hand a little longer in a show of who holds more power. It is no secret to the vampire community that Dracula covets my place as the Vampire King and I have no doubt that he would challenge me if he thought he stood an iota of a chance against me.

Above them, the full moon slowly disappeared behind a spreading crimson shadow, bathing the kingdom in an eerie red glow that seemed to stain the heavens themselves. An unnatural silence settled over the crowd. Even the wind seemed to have abandoned the castle, as though nature itself understood the significance of this night. For more than a thousand years, every Vampire King had performed the Crimson Vow beneath the Blood Eclipse, allowing the ancient magic to summon the woman destined to become his queen. Never once had the ritual failed. It was older than the empire itself, older than the oldest vampire alive, and its judgment had never been questioned. Standing at the center of the ritu

"Deal." She did not know why but her heart was racing. She did not know why she found this thrilling because the King never shows favor to anyone yet here he was flirting and offering deals to her. Almost made her wonder what was going on. Amelie and Gabrielle, who were children when made into vampires looked at each other, wondering what was going on. This was not like The King to just end up start flirting.

she asked as she stopped at the door to inspect their work. “Once,” he replied. “Were you successful?” she asked with amusement. “Nope,” he said hesitantly. “Do you know who he is?” Dorwig asked Bodigan. “A vampire,” Bodigan said in a tone that was meant to demean Dorwig. “He’s a vampire king from earth, you twit,” Dorwig volunteered. “Unless you want every vampire roaming that stinking planet coming here for vengeance, I’d just tie him up like L’oana said and get out of here. We knocked him hard enough that he should be out long enough for us to get above ground and to our king before he awakes.”

Faith whispered, “Alexander Kingston,” the vampire to whom she had lost her virginity. Faith’s soul was knocked out of her body, and she couldn’t figure out how this could happen to her. When she finally had control of her life, she was right here, right now.