Vampire King Art Mga Nobela at Kwento

a booming voice called from the doorway. Leaning against a marble column was a god in the flesh. At least, he considered himself to be akin to one. Ife Adeyemi, the Vampire King, stood proudly at nearly six and a half feet tall, and yet his height managed to be one of his lesser intimidating features. Though as a human, he had been rather lanky, he had spent the past few thousand or so years building enough muscle to take down a mountain. But size alone was not what allowed him to be crowned king. It could’ve also been attributed to his eyes, which sucked in everyone around, holding them captive before they even realized what was happening. Or perhaps the way his deep voice was a tar pit dar

Vladimir King - takes a chosen high noble, Pure Blooded vampire mate creating the MoonKing Royal Bloodline Corbin King - renounced his Royal Bloodline after mating a human turned Succubus creating the Callisto Royal Bloodline. They had 2 daughters. The final Succubus of the Pure Callisto Royal Bloodline is killed by her lover in a fit of jealousy 1200 years after the first Succubus, Eleanor, was created.

Kat glowered at him and walked on. Beyond that it opened out again and the large chair that acted like a throne was the predominant thing in the room, presented upon a dais as it was. Seated upon it in all his glory and finery in those impressive black and gold robes was Alessandro Luisette, the Vampire King. On the floor at his feet were two beautiful fae creatures sitting on velvet cushions, the King’s collars around their necks, while standing either side of his throne were the two witches, beyond them guards lined the back wall standing a meter apart from end to end. Guards were also stationed in front of the gallery and on either side of the doors.

I stood up and helped Iris on her feet. "Our king is back," I said in joy, and Louis nodded in relief. I saw him appear not far from us, and he waved his hand, and the soul of the dead appeared—one of the King's powers which he keeps from others. I watched as the ghost-like creature appeared and flew to the witches and vampires, and the fire suddenly disappeared. He followed them, killing every vampire and witch that they passed by. No power can defeat our King except a Royal witch controlling a shadow. When our King faces a witch with a shadow, he will be defeated because the shadow is very powerful. It has the power of heaven and hell.

The confident, snarky girl who had competed for prom queen just twenty four hours ago felt completely dead. The heavy brass doors swung inward, and we were ushered into the heart of the council room. A massive circular table dominated the space, surrounded by elders whose faces were etched with deep lines and cold gravity. At the center sat the Head Guardian, her dark eyes gleaming under the torchlight like polished coal. The silence in the room was deafening. "So, about the vampire, Rose..." the Head Guardian began, her voice cutting through the quiet like a blade. She leaned forward, resting her elegant chin on her interlaced fingers.

Ariti shouted from somewhere behind Bran and when he could maneuver enough to spot him, Bran saw that the three men that had been fighting him, were all dead. Bran forced himself up and leaned back on his elbows. "The vampire king is mine." Ariti drew closer to him and his smarmy face, the disgusting smile on his face, the sight of Maria's grey eyes in his evil face, pissed Bran off all over again and the anger filled him with strength. He traced to Ariti and lifted his sword to strike when suddenly, he couldn't move his hands. He frowned, looked down and was beyond puzzled to see a thick chain winding around his body.

I had just about 50 direct children in my coven. I had changed a lot more but I'd let them form their own coven and break off from me. He had around five hundred from what it seemed and he thought he could encroach on my territory. What he didn't seem to remember was. I was the king of vampires for a reason. I may not show power but I owned all the power. Every once in a while a foolish vampire tried to covet my power. They tried to challenge me for my position. They always found out why it was not only stupid but illogical to do that. The older Sired knew better but these newer ones had to be taught why I was called The Black Death.

he asked softly looking up from the blood of his hands “no my king” mave said eyes widening “my father was not a nice man or vampire i was born in the time of vampires taking what they wanted, my father thought i was pretty from my twelfth birthday until i hit puberty at sixteen and shot up into the giant before you, so my little mave when you say that barry came to your room and took what was not asked for i take it as one of the hardest things someone has to overcome, woman or no the next time someone takes what you have not freely given mave and you do not tell me i will kill YOU mave not the offender because you have recourse, you have back up, and you have a family, one that cares what

Thru seemed to have a leader this time, a huge hooded man with an aura twice as intimidating. "Sebastian Deusdedit," he called out in a eerie tone. "Respect," she spat, "emperor Sebastian, your honor." The hooded blood sucker laughed, an unpleasant sound. "I'm also a king, you know, a lord. The lord of the vampires, what you term as blood suckers." "I don't care what you call yourself but I warn you to stay away from me and my wife." The vampire lord chuckled, throwing back his hood to reveal a deathly pale face with long sharp fangs.

The Lord brought it to his lips and licked the blood flowing down the bone. -Still don't want to answer me? Silence. Ira heard women's screams in the distance. She knew that voice, hoarse from screams. It was her voice. Another crack. The body turned into a continuous wound, the darkness of unconsciousness was creeping up, but the yellow eyes were stronger. They penetrated the mind, forcing us to take another breath... - Damn you, father of darkness! - Vladyka stopped, looking at his work of art. “You surprised me, Lonter,” the king’s voice became almost gentle. The vampire knelt down, affectionately stroking the sweaty forehead of his victim.