Vampire King Art Mga Nobela at Kwento

I am the only son of a vampire king, the heir to the throne should anything ever happen to my father, so there are so many pecks to being me. I had over a dozen servants that cater to my every need, yet I am not easily described as a people person. I spend the greater part of my day attending a public function with the best poker face anyone can ever think of putting on, but once the show is over I lock myself inside my studio, painting away on something that would someday become a priceless painting for the humans to kill themselves over. I had a restless night that night, and it was during those moments of restlessness that I made the decision that I had to see her again. I also decided th

Shadows danced across carved obsidian pillars, and moonlight filtered through enchanted glass to cast haunting reflections across the polished floors. Every candle flickered with dark enchantment. Every statue of former monarchs bowed slightly, magically compelled to honor the rising of a new queen. This was not a party. This was a declaration. And at its center, stood Collin. The King of the Vampires wore black and crimson, velvet and silk, with an obsidian crown glinting atop his head. He stood on the upper landing of the grand ballroom staircase, tall and still and waiting for silence to fall over the crowd.

What got them so upset was when the vampire king had asked her for a Dance. Derek, The vampire king though was an old friend of theirs he was known to be cunning like a fae and was greatly feared among the super naturals. The Vampire King had long ruled over his kingdom with an iron fist. He was feared by all who knew him, and for good reason. He was as ruthless as he was tall, standing at over six feet with broad shoulders and a chiseled jawline that could cut through steel. But it was his devilishly handsome features that truly struck fear into the hearts of his subjects. For there was a coldness in his eyes, a hardness that suggested he was not to be trifled with.

At the end of the room stood a huge throne and seated on that throne was none other than King Cassius Von Drago, the vampire king. Immediately my eyes saw him, I was held spellbound. His tall and well built frame was seated on the throne, clothed in all black, just like the devil himself. He wore a well tailored black suit that had a high collar, covering most of his milk coloured neck but not quite enough in my opinion. His suit was awkwardly different and screamed danger as the center, the chest region, had a huge engraved skull like emblem, sporting two fangs. His mantle was pitch black just like the rest of his attire. He had moderately long ebony black hair that parted at the side, and

My whole body stiffened as I looked over at the door. An older version of Von walked in, but he had crimson red eyes. They seemed to look straight into my soul as I watched him sit down beside his son. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Acting Queen Sarah.” Von rolled his eyes at his father’s politeness. “My name is Silas and I am the Vampire King.”

Benedict replies, already moving to obey. At the doorway, Draluke pauses, placing a hand against the stone frame. His voice, low and deadly, echoes through the hall. “If a single hair on her head has been harmed… I will paint this land with blood.” And with that, the Vampire King vanishes into the night. ############

he was talking about. All a bunch of rich thieves and fools, in my opinion, King Ariah, the arrogant king of winged men, foolish King Damian king of werewolves and Lycans, and king Alec, the evil king of vampires. "What is it you want? " I asked not flinching even for a second, maintaining my dignity. I felt a hand grab my neck, in a second the vampire king had super sped toward me was now was tightening his hold around my neck. I gasped a little as he slowly squeezed,

The master vampire is very powerful, and they are revered by the other vampires, who follow their every command. Their king is thousands of years old with the face and body of a young adult. His facials were enchanting and his heavily built body made him fearful. They are not the type of vampires with horns, no… they are freaking awesome and beautiful to behold. The Vampire King Varl was seated on his throne with his eyes tightly shut when a scent suddenly hit his nose. His eyes lit up at once and he sprang up from his seat pacing up and down trying to find where the sweet scent was coming from.

Logan answered, my head turning to him only to recall the sauce so I quickly turned back to my pot, stirring. “Yes you will, now go sit down and wait.” The vampire king enforced, leaving no room to urge. “Come, let me show you some art the children made.” The queen said, my head turning to watch as they walked away, hands intertwined. “They are mates.” The king’s voice suddenly came from next to me and as I turned, I nearly screamed and spilled the cream because he was just next to me, peering through the pot. “Stir faster, it’s lumping.” He politely said, turning away.

ice cube king decided to visit me… I hope everything is okay," the vampire lord said, shifting his gaze to Angel. To be honest, it was hard to understand the alpha. His mood switched frequently. "I go wherever I want remember, or am I not welcome my lord," the king said as both men stared at each other for a while when the vampire lord burst out into laughter. "Of course, who would stop you…I'm pleased to have you two," the vampire lord said in between laughter and gestured for the two to sit down, while he ascended the stairs and sat on his throne. "You have a lovely castle, I see some precious ornaments," I said sincerely, it was a creepy place but I liked the interior design and the vari