Vampire King Art Novels & Stories

“Don’t fret. I’m very old, your magic doesn’t work on me.” Squinting against the sun, I look up at the vampire. All I can make out is his dark suit and long, raven black hair. “Sit down. You’re not exactly inconspicuous you know.” The vampire’s clothes rustle and when I blink, he’s sitting next to me on the bench. “My name is Zael. I’m the vampire king.” “Kane,” I say. “One of the werewolf kings.” “Hm,” the vampire smiles, which is an altogether unpleasant image, since his alabaster skin barely crinkles. “As I understand it, you are the king of the kings.”

They are the true monsters of our kind. “My King,” the lead vampire purrs, and I look up to see the King partaking just as violently as everyone else in the room. His eyes snap open when he hears the lead vampire call to him, but he continues to drain the man. When his eyes land on me, he begins fucking the man even harder, making him whimper at the violence, before he finds his release and tosses the human off of the raised dais where his throne chair sits. What is it with these vampire kings who feel the need to act like royalty of the old days?

They are the true monsters of our kind. “My King,” the lead vampire purrs, and I look up to see the King partaking just as violently as everyone else in the room. His eyes snap open when he hears the lead vampire call to him, but he continues to drain the man. When his eyes land on me, he begins fucking the man even harder, making him whimper at the violence, before he finds his release and tosses the human off of the raised dais where his throne chair sits. What is it with these vampire kings who feel the need to act like royalty of the old days?

Most of them are faded right now, but some scars are not physical. Murmurs went up in the crowd. Looks of disgust were sent to Jonathan who began to get angry. “These were taken by the Vampire King. And think twice before you say you have never seen them before or that the vampire King inflicted them to paint you in a bad light. If you do go down that route, you will have to present evidence to that effect,” the Alpha king said to Jonathan who looked physically enraged.

‘Shut it down, and make it known that anyone who makes the slightest move against Stravos or any of the hunters without express permission from me will forfeit their lives. “Consider it done, my king.’ Roderick affirmed and his mental presence winked out of my mind. If nothing else, the greatest gift of being the vampire king is being able to converse with my subjects no matter how far away they were from me. Opening the fridge, I pulled out coffee flavored liqueur, a bottle of vodka and milk. All the ingredients I will need to make white Russian. The girl didn’t like wine, hated beers with a passion, but her favorite drink has ten percent alcohol in it. This cocktail is a perfect reflection

This made the Kingdom more orderly and reduced corruption by the nobles by half. Not only that, Kinsley, who is a pure-blood vampire, wants to wake Abigail back. Using his blood and power, he intends to perform the forbidden ritual of the whole blood moon to wake Abigail from her long slumber by sacrificing the reincarnated soul of Abigail.

"Are you sure that painting isn't a fake? Do you mean the original painting by Michelangelo?” He spoke. "Yes. There have been vampires in existence since the 13th century, and some of the paintings or weapons that you see here were taken by mortals but were later recovered. Additionally, some of the paintings and weaponry that you see here were stolen by vampires.” He spoke the following words: "My ancestors are somehow friends with him and do paintings with the greatest artists of all time including Leonardo da Vinci."

Plastering the magazine to her chest Esmeray gasped in mock surprise. "How do you know my bride and what wounds are you referring to?" Vladimir leaned back in his seat with a deceivingly calm demeanor but Aric King knew it was just for the show. The Lycan King had fought alongside the Vampire King for decades. In the past, the Vampire King often used to forcefully relax his posture in an effort not to stake his sword in someone's heart. His composure was only the silence before the storm.

I can see someone coming to the door with a face filled with anger that he was disturbed. “The penalty for disturbing the king is death; who are you to think you are to disturb him in this manner?” The grumpy vampire spits at me, and I am instantly on edge. “We need time! Things are bad here.” Harmony screams. “On it,” I respond before speaking. “I am mated to King Brandt; I am Queen of the Northern Vampires.” His face contorts instantly as I shove past him and into the house. “Now get me your king,” I demand.

There had been a recent killing in the barren lands a few days ago. Some vampires who had gone to farm had clashed with rogue werewolves, who slaughtered every vampire in the area. Now, the land remained barren, littered with blood and decaying bones. Carlos relayed this news, looking at the Primus seated on the throne. King Draven's eyes were dark—bloody dark—with no sign of a white or colored pupil. His jet-black hair accentuated the sharp curves of his face, which remained expressionless. His jaw was sharp, sharp like a blade capable of slicing through stone. His full, crimson lips made every woman in the vampire lands beg for his attention. He was a sin incarnate, a being the moon goddes