Volturi Kings Novels & Stories

"You must understand little one, I can not let the humans have even the slightest bit of power because that would be seen as a vulnerability of mine; my subjects are most likely to interpret this an action manipulated by my human mate. As a king, I can not be seen as a weakling who is under the influence of his mate's commands," "That can't be true?" she questioned incredulously. In all honesty, it was only partially true; I couldn't bring myself to tell her the fact that humans weren't about to have any civil rights just because of my ego. I was a dominant King and I didn't go back on my decisions; about a hundred years ago I passed the notion of humans being inferior moreover enslaved for

The Sorceri weren't friends of the Vampires, so there was no way a portal opener could be found amongst us which was why many of them that had landed here against their will, had simply started living here. Seeing as a considerate number of other species had started living here, few bars and restaurants had been established around the kingdom. Bran, when he sometimes felt like it—which was extremely rare—, visited one of the bars. He wasn't one of those uptight kings that wanted their ass worshipped whenever they walked into a room; his father hadn't even been that way. As long as they respected him, he didn't have a problem. He walked into the bar he usually went to, flanked by two of his m

Why did she have a bad feeling about this. As the doors opened wide her father led her into the ballroom that was jammed packed with vampires. At first you would have thought it was a normal crowd until you paid attention to the eyes. A lot of double and triple levels and all eyes were on her. Her father and her stopped dead at the thrones in which were empty. The thrones both were black the back drop was in the shape of the wings of a bat taking flight. The King’s was situated on the left, the queens throne which never held a single woman on it sat empty for 800 years. The King was the only one who has sat on the throne for 800 years alone. Her fathers head was looking around the room seein

I grinned and he grinned back. I met Andre some centuries ago. He was a pretty old vampire himself, too, and we became friends. He loved finding his pleasure in women and drugs. He was the king of nightlife. He owned multiple clubs and different clubs around the world. He even had special secret clubs for vampires. This was one of them. It was frequented a lot by vampires and had special private feeding areas. There were also humans here who loved the high. He kept everything discrete and private. “I need to speak with you,” I said in a tone that conveyed the seriousness. He nodded.

I muttered as I cautiously sat. “You’re welcome,” he said, returning to his own chair. “I am Valentin, the youngest.” He pointed at the one I’d kicked in the balls. “That one is Mikhail, second eldest,” then at the one that held his gun at me. “That one is Dimitri, the middle child.” It made sense why middle children are the least loved because I hated the middle one even more than I hated Nikolai right now. “Nice to meet you, Valentin,” I said genuinely. “Though I can’t say the same about your brothers.” It was the truth, none of them even tried to look pleasant during the introduction, cold-hearted bastards.

This was the first time I was seeing a vampire, and I wanted nothing but to kill him. A second later, more vampires appeared out of nowhere. Everyone was shocked. They were fast. Too damn fast. "My name is Jacob, and I'm the king's second-in-command." He smiled cruelly, his eyes roaming over everyone like we were nothing but prey. "My king is very kind. He doesn't want to fight, so he's giving you a chance to accept our leadership. Come under the vampire regime and follow our orders like pets. Then we'll leave you." Everyone growled at his insult.

Derrick stated. "Zylo, who's he?" Alexis asked cautiously. "He's Derrick Jerald Evangleon. The king of the Vampires from the other kingdom." Zylo answered. "Vampire?!" Alexis exclaimed then looked at Derrick. She hid behind Zylo's back because she's afraid that the guy might bite her to get her blood. "I didn't know that your mate is beautiful, Zylo. No wonder why you're hiding her from me." Derrick said with a smirk.

Zuri heaved a sigh of relief and Volkov stood up from where he stood and dashed towards Zuri. "Finally, princess, you get to be a Queen and rule back your father's kingdom," Volkov smiled and pulled her into a hug. Tears brimmed in Zuri's eyes as she stood still in Volkov's embrace. I felt a goddamn untimely throb at the shape of the outline of her waist that Volkov had held. This was the worst time possible for me to be thinking about anything virtually related to sex, most especially, with this maid named Zuri. My cock thickened, and I hissed, now wasn't the time. Volkov released her from his embrace and I watched her press her lips together, and goddamn it. My gaze inadvertently dropped t

Was that why she was acting so possessively over the post in the group, because Draken was the son of the Summer King? "Killian Bloodthorne was the bastard child of the Vampire King, Vladric Bloodthorne." Emily began. "The king wanted a powerful heir, so he mated with an earth demon, and as a result, the most powerful hybrid was born. Though he grew up in the royal household, the royals never truly accepted him as one of their own because he was a bastard and half-demon. Moreover, as he grew up, he became power-hungry and dangerous. So, despite being the firstborn, the elders decided that he would not be the next king, otherwise he would bring chaos to their realm. Instead, they chose the ki

❤️ The Enemy Even Kings Fear ❤️ Vampire Kingdom: King Aldric's Chamber: King Aldric had never been humiliated before in his whole entire life, he had said this before and he is going to say it again, never. When the other kings counted the most powerful rulers in all the supernatural kingdoms, they put Draevon first, Malgron second, and then him. Third. Sometimes fourth, depending on who was doing the counting. But always near the top. Always someone to be feared.