Viscount/viscountess Novels & Stories

Stefan does not flinch upon being hit. If it was anyone else, he would have killed that person on the spot. But the woman is not an ordinary peasant he can bully. She is Venus Viskander, the Empress of Ezealyra and the chief consort to the Emperor, His Majesty Eduard Vissarion. Her dark eyes are reprimanding him for his failure to stop the Crown Prince.

"I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground." I flew in front of Elspeth and whispered to her ear, "Even you, Elspeth… don’t have the capability to overpower me."

the voice said grabbing their attention, the two alphas had looked over to see a figure that was under the rain, her head tilted to the sky, she just let the rain pour, her body was already soaked, her clothes shrunken and hugged the right places accentuating her figure and beauty, almost see through, her pale skin with no blemish nor even a bite mark to show she was claimed and was mated The viscount was frozen, he was shocked, never in his life had he seen an unparalleled beauty that could make him question his own sanity, she had then turned to the maid who had run forward with a large towel, wrapping it around her, The princess felt eyes were on her, she looked up to see four pairs befor

Her face was covered with a red veil that was thin enough for Daniel to make out her features. I thought I said that the wedding gown should be in ivory, Daniel thought before his friends were whistling behind him. “Daniel is so not going to like this,” “He will have to control her,” “I never expect the Viscount will be finding something in his bride to match,” Daniel turned to glare at his friends as Ian, Niklaus, and Tom were smirking at him. The Viscount rolled his eyes before the lady in red was walking toward him with a confident stride. He had never seen Caroline be so confident before.

“Well then, you are not yet an official member of RVS but if you passed this test, who knows? Maybe you won't be just a member, but a viscountess.” Waverly gasped. “A what, Maman?” “A viscountess, Miss Knight. If you are familiar with the hierarchy of RVS, I, the highest ruler, is called the Empress. The other rulers, my second hand, are called kings and queens. The future consorts of kings and queens will be called, the grand dukes and grand duchesses.” she clasped her hands before continuing, “The prince and princesses are the future children. Marquess and Marchioness are the heads of family's supporting the RVS. Count, Countess, Viscount, and Viscountess are the people who have a big cont

Zephyr hesitated before nervously replying, “I...I’m Zephyr.” “That's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” he said with a smile. “I’m Viscount Noah Rodriguez. May I help you with those items?” Zephyr was stunned. Why would a Viscount care about someone like her? “No, thank you, milord. I can manage,” she stammered. But as fate would have it, one of the items nearly fell, and the Viscount caught it in time. “I insist,” he said, taking most of the items from her hands leaving her with a small bag.

one of them barked and Vic rolled her eyes but kept her lewd comment to herself as she passed them. The inside of the castle was just as lavish as the outside with the strange subtle difference of suspicious splashes of pastel colors in different spaces. Vic noticed lavender candles on the rows of decorative tables against the wall as her sneakers squeaked against the floor while she wandered down the mostly straight hallway. Just as Vic began to approach a hall with several doors, a woman dressed in a pinstriped pantsuit pushed a door open and bustled out pulling a rolling cart with empty platters and cups lining the top. She immediately smiled at Vic. “Your guest has arrived boss, should I

As I finally realised this, suddenly, her attention snapped to me. “I’m Vasilisa Morozov. And who are you?” “Hazel,” I said. She frowned, lifting her chin with that aristocratic entitlement only rich children mastered. “And Hazel… who are you? What’s your family’s name?” “No one you know,” I said simply. She examined me up and down… twice… three times. Then she smiled, a sweet, poisonous smile. “Well, enjoy your time with him. Because once he marries me, I won’t let him have any more mistresses.”

Soon, the manager’s voice came through the line, clear and unambiguous: “Miss Jasmine, the Vera haute couture gown you were interested in was purchased in full by a woman named Caitlin.” The room went silent. Jasmine’s confident expression faltered as she quickly responded, “That’s not right! Last time, you told me it was bought by a married tycoon.”

The last trace of warmth in him completely vanished. "Won't let me get away with it?" he said calmly. "Mia, do you think I don't know anything?" Her face instantly turned pale, and fear spread through her heart. Just then, the heavy doors of the hall opened. Vampires wearing the obsidian emblem uniforms of the High Council of Vampires marched in. The elder at the front surveyed the scene, then spoke in a serious tone: “We have received a formal accusation,” he announced, “accusing a royal consort of being falsely accused of theft and blasphemy.”