Volturi Kings Novels & Stories

He pressed a warm, heavy kiss against the curve of her neck, his raspy voice vibrating through her skin. "To the empire," Damian rasped low, his golden eyes blazing with dark pride. Lucian pulled back from her lips just an inch, his dark eyes sweeping over both of them with fierce, unshakeable contentment. "To the empire," Lucian agreed softly, his deep baritone ringing through the sunlit study. Valerie looked between her two Kings, the Mind that protected her, the Blade that fought for her, and the royal court they had built together out of the ashes of their enemies.

"West Feral Sea declares proelium." Empaler Aegaeus fell silent, and suddenly remembered what happened to his parents when the West Feral Sea attacked the kingdom of Adrape Khiarzugu Palace. He was still young at that time. Ever since the Basileus of the West Feral Sea died, and his eldest filius, Prince Finn, took his seat. Now the new Basileus of the West, broke the agreement of the three kingdoms because he wanted to conquer the East Sea and the North Sea.

The room filled with tension just as fast, it seeping in every corner and suffocating like every space the beta occupied. The chair by Queen Areli, also known as Raven, was pulled back. Beta Brum sat back, waiting to hear why he had been called there. Not wanting to stay there longer than they needed, the king and queen jumped onto the pressing matter. “The vampire king and queen made an alliance with the dragons twenty-three months ago.” King Conri said, him moving the report to beta Brum who was less interested, not taking it up but just staring down at it.

“Will you accept my mark?” “Yes.” My heart starts hammering loudly in my chest and my insides start to twist in on themselves with excitement and fear. “Do you swear to be true to me from this day forward until your last day?” What a question. “Yes.” He smiles and briefly cups my cheek before he takes my hand again. “I, Adrian Dalton, former king of Azuria, take you Pippa Winters as my one true mate. I promise to love and protect you from this day till my last day. I will hunt with you, and share all I have with you. My body, heart, and soul belong to you and no one else. Do you accept me?”

Ilyana finally declared decisively. The Oracle nodded. - Okay, then we'll leave in an hour. I'll take you myself. -Where are you going, little sister? The male voice made the interlocutors almost jump in surprise. Valya closed her eyes and sighed resignedly. “We’re late...” the Oracle whispered barely audibly. At the entrance to the cave stood the king of vampires. His white hair, tied with a leather band at the back of his head, blew in the wind. The yellow eyes sparkled predatorily.

The process where each graduand from each arm presented their skill or a mind turning project that won them a one year internship by the scouters that were invited. "Well that's because Jacob St. Laurent will be attending this one", he proffered, causing all the blood to drain out my face. "What?", I choked out, letting go of my spoon. Jacob St. Laurent was the only descendant of one of the pure blood families. The Royal pure blood family to be exact. Jacob St. Laurent without question, was the King of Vampires. And he was going to be at the selection. The selection I wasn't even remotely prepared for.

I hugged my babies close to me, sniffing back my tears. Eros continued, “Aside from that we would announcing another important decision. The alliance has decided to form a kingdom, one where all living creature will feel safe no matter your species which representatives from each species at the centre and with I and Aella as your King and Queen. With that said I would like to toast to the Kingdom of Valeria,” Just then a voice rang out from the Crowd, “All hail the king, long live the Queen” “hail the king, long live the Queen”

Slowly the flickering lights died down, it was midnight, the villagers were shutting their windows, traders were blowing out their candles, the night sky informed them it was time to sleep. Dakario stood beside his king. A few steps beside them stood the feminine figure, surrounded by eight other ladies armed to the teeth. The vurhanil king swiped at the buzzing flies aviating over the piece of stake he had in his hand. He hoisted it with both hands and sunk his rusty teeth into it, ripping off a hulky chunk. Jawing on the meat, he licked his lips cleaning off the blood. “Midnight, it is time. Tell them to surround the walls.” the vurhanil king said, pointing a ragged bone towards Darakio.

I introduced myself, "I am Alpha Damien Riggs. I will not be controlled by anyone... Especially you." King Orfeo sighed, as though he was growing tired of this conversation, "To what do I owe this visit?" I tried to show mercy, "Leave the werewolf kingdom, and you will live to see another year. Don't and your reign will end here and now along with the rest of your vampires. We have already killed hundreds." King Orfeo smiled, "But I have thousands more." I smiled, "Oh, I know. King Uther from the dragon kingdom and nine other dragons are outside killing them. Oh! And Queen Winnie, from the kingdom of witches, sends her regards along with ten of her witches."

“Alaric, son of Vasilios and the current king of the dragon world.” Alaric glanced at the newcomers but his gaze stayed on Vertimon. “You knew my father?” Vertimon shook his head. “No, but I have read about him when I was a babe. I read about you too, God killer.” Alaric’s eyes turned serious and in a blink of an eye, he was in front of Vertimon. “How did you know that? Not many people know me by that name.”