Volturi Kings Novels & Stories

Her lips fiddled a smile as she spared none a glance, her hand clenched her seal strongly as she got to her golden throne and sat down gently. Meanwhile, Jeffery and his companions were rudely nudged to the grounds —all piercing stares on him. Jeffery lifts his face, his long hair flooding his left eye as he slowly takes in the faces of the five kings and their wives. No sympathy either remorse was evident on their faces except for King Maddox, the king of Valour which was the vampire kingdom. He looked ashamed, indeed they were good friends ever since birth. The kingdom of Valor and Crescent kingdom were the vivid souls who made the six kingdoms reunite in one stance.

"You are here because your father's ledger bled out in the dark, and my name was the only strap available. You belong to this house now. Act like it." ​Fiorenza’s green brown eyes flashed with pure venom. Instead of shrinking away, she leaned into his grip, her gaze razor sharp, refusing to yield an inch. "I don't belong anywhere and no one, Valeriano. You bought a signature, not a soul. If you expected a quiet, obedient trophy wife to sit by the fire and serve your tea, then you have made the most expensive mistake of your life." ​A muscle jerked violently in Valeriano's neck.

He was stunned and facepalmed when he saw her looking at the huge portrait that was hung up on the wall. It was the portrait of the king before King Cassian's grandfather, King Leferve Von Vendela, in the history of the vampire kings, he was the cruelest and most dangerous king of his time, he didn't blink his lashes before eliminating anyone. In the annals of vampire history, few names invoked as much terror and revulsion as that of King Leferve Von Vendela. His reign was marked by unparalleled cruelty, his insatiable appetite for power and domination casting a dark shadow over the vampire realm.

When everyone boarded the car, Jason sat next to Simon, realizing that he was now not only a voter, but also a personal manager for this potential supermodel. Six models met to shoot a commercial for an online game about angels and devils, with a narrative based on dragons and fairy tales. According to speculations, “The Angel King” is financed by Clare Fashion Company, and this is a Chinese-style online game that reaches the worldwide market, properly constructed, taking only the products they play into consideration. It is sufficient to set out for advertising to see a portion of it.

The atmosphere tensed up, as fear gripped all of them. Meanwhile, sitting on the throne now, is a figure, dressed in all black, with a big black cloak, on his body, the big hoodie, covering his head, making his face invisible, but anyone could tell that he is a dangerous creature. Standing up on his feet, slowly, he took his hand to his head, and held the tip of the hoodie, before letting it fall off his face, revealing the most beautiful face ever. Yes, he's beautiful, he is a man, but saying he's cute or handsome, is an understatement. His lips are the most perfect lips, which you would kill to have a taste of, his pointed nose, the most beautiful of them all, which your fingers would itch

Niel knocked on the king's door. “Come in.” “Your Majesty, a letter from King Lucian just arrived.” Daniel raised an eyebrow, “Lucian? Isn't he in the middle of a battle?” his heart stopped beating for a second. “Give me the letter,” he mumbled. He opened the envelope, his hands shaking with fear. Dear king Daniel, it is unfortunate to announce that Virtus lost the battle against Exodius. We lost many soldiers and numerous ones were badly hurt and one of them is the royal knight, Andry Harrington.

she wondered, it had popped up in the info dump she received and the voice in the dark place had said it to her right before she first woke up here. "Regis, is an old word for king, or something. It's also connected to my phantom crest," The crest hissed at her and information found itself in her subconscious. "There are other Regis out there, I can almost feel them, and they can feel me. We're all connected… like a network."

Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after. The Werewolf Kings Mistress- So this story is still really new and only has like 4-5 chapters out. Right now Regan is meeting with his mate Dominique in secret and she still has no idea that werewolves exist. At work she starts to get closer to her coworker, Cyrus, who also happens to be the leader of the rebellion plaguing Regan. Eventually the queen and Regans wife, Claire, was going to find out that Regan was still seeing the human. Not letting anything slip she was going to have her killed so her position wouldn't be at risk. Cause afterall, if Regan changed her into a wolf then she wo

Atria says with a pout, “We were all surprised when the King entered the heat, and even more surprised that it ended so quickly…” “Quickly?” Rhea gasps, looking surprised at the girl. “A Male Lycan's heat tends to last for days, my Queen.” Vega explains, crossing the room with her arm intertwined with Rhea's, “Especially if there's the knot.” Rhea feels her belly throb… Knotting… Callisto did it, didn't he? But why? “Well, the point is that the King has come to his senses… and told us to get you ready for dinner.” Vega gives a kind smile, “Then enjoy your bath and relax your body, Queen… It's been a long night.”

Dizon said tearfully after he saw his king standing in front of the door's mansion. Dizon is also a vampire but he chose not to drink human blood instead he substitutes animal blood to quench his thirst for human blood. When his king falls into a deep sleep he promised that he will not drink human blood until his king won't wakes up. It was his punishment for himself for not being able to help his king when the last witch put a powerful curse on him.