Vampire King Art Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lestat's Point of View "King Landon wants to discuss a peace treaty. He said he would come here to discuss it with you," Jacob said. King Landon was the Werewolf King. Werewolves, Dragons, and Vampires didn't get along. There had been so much dealth between the three of us. King Landon had sent me a letter about a year ago saying that it needed to stop and that we all needed to come to an agreement. In a way I knew he was right. We needed to come up with something. The thing was I wasn't sure that I could trust him. I definately didn't trust Lucas the Dragon King. I knew the Dragons were worse than the werewolves. They had set too many of my vampires on fire just because.

Zaros said through his gritting teeth as he threw daggers at her. "I no longer belong to Vampira. And… My Lord, lower your voice. You will wake my lady. She is tired today. The day is tough," Celine said with the same flowery smile. Or does she think she can behave any way she wants because she wasn't in the Vampira? If she thinks that way she was wrong. Very wrong. "Remember, I am the Vampire King," Zaros said through his gritting teeth as he threw daggers at her.

Purity them replied causing both brothers to give each other looks. “So why are you interested in them?” Marcus then decided to ask her while sitting in the back sit. “Why should i not be? In America we don’t have a royal family so it’s sort of exciting to me that here in Netherlands they actually do that and have actual Kings, Queens and princes. I mostly see them on TV so wonder how they are like in real life.” Purity then replied both boys unaware of how they both sighed in relief when they realized she did not know the real truth.

Nonetheless, I could sense only one vampire stronger than I was inside that hall: my King, sitting on the throne next to me. The way the Vampire King looked while sitting on his throne was breathtaking. He wore a three-piece dark grey tailored suit with a black shirt and a wine-red tie that matched my dress. Those clothes made him irresistibly dark and dangerous. His straight, confident posture emanated an intimidating aura, underlined by his overwhelming gaze. He didn't simply look powerful: he was the power. I stared at him with delight and admiration, knowing that he had a beautiful, warm side that he kept only for me. I could clearly see women squirming in their seats, craving him. I cou

I replied with frustration. "But baby, don't you want another bite? " she asked innocently extending her neck out which already had two fang marks from our activities earlier. Being the king of all vampires was amazing, the power and fear that came with that position, was like an adrenaline rush that lasted a lifetime. Another very delightful perk of being king was... Mistresses, which I possessed many of, just like the blonde next to me at that very instance. I looked over the blond once again but felt absolutely nothing, no hunger, no arousal. Annoyance and frustration were all I felt towards her.

In a moment of solemnity, Julius stepped forward, a goblet raised high in his hand. The room fell silent as he addressed the gathered vampires, his voice filled with warmth and wisdom. "Tonight, we celebrate not only the ascension of Christian and Mary to the throne but also the unity and strength of our vampire kingdom," Julius began, his words echoing throughout the hall. "May their reign be filled with prosperity, peace, and love for our people. Let us raise our glasses to the new king and queen!"

The book reflected on the good I couldn't see in the man currently sitting on the throne. "He was the sole reason for Ragnar's destruction," Makaria said behind me. My hands turned into fists as I glared at the man sitting on the throne like he just didn't manipulate the destruction of innocents. Before I could say something, the door of the main hall opened again, gaining all my attention, and the creature I saw next had me gasping as my eyes almost popped out of their poor sockets. I might go eye-less in the end. "The King of vampires," Makaria said while glaring at the creature. No, he wasn't human-looking at all. I mean he looked like a human but at the same time, he didn't. Ragnar was f

I murmured as I stroked myself. An image of the king appeared. However, instead of the fairy king alone, the others — the vampire and werewolf kings — were with him.

The King stood and Sveta his daughter walked forward with him. The look on her face said she knew what was about to happen, and she was going to enjoy this. The look worried Amaris. The King walked down from the dais to the center of the cirlce that the guards had created. He looked at the group of prisoners in front of him and then turned around and looked at the group behind him. The King spun around one more time making Amaris dizzy looking at him. In a loud booming tone he began. "We have our two groups all set down here, but I think that our guests from the vampire relm will not be able to enjoy the show in their current spot. Let us give them better seats to enjoy the show. Co

It was glossy and beautiful and magnificent. The Vampire King also looked so handsome like a dare-devil sitting on his throne with deep crimson eyes and pale skin. Guess, the Vampires are also wealthy. “If you are done eye raping me, move closer, and let me see the marks on your face if it had cleared off,” I heard the Vampire King's deep voice say to me and I quickly stopped thinking and moved closer. “Didn't you apply the face balm I sent to you,” he asked immediately as I got closer.