Volturi Kings X Reader Novels & Stories

He should know about this…right? “The king did what?” Dimitri demanded when he looked at his daughter. That was the light he saw in her eyes; it was at that moment that he noticed her eyes were violet. “Umm, he blessed me,” Xylia said, twisting her hands in her lap. Dimitri was pissed, but he didn’t direct it at her. Maybe coming here was a bad idea. Xylia went to stand, but Dimitri put his hand on her arm, making her stay on the swing. Lucian didn’t seem to care that her father was manhandling her.

beasts made of smoke and teeth leaped around her ankles, their red eyes fixed on Aria’s throat. "I told you, little wolf," Valerica purred, her hair glowing like molten lava. "The King doesn't want you. And the Council has already signed your death warrant. I’m just here to make sure it’s... messy." "Get out," Aria rasped, her voice shaking but her violet eyes refusing to drop. Valerica laughed, a high, tinkling sound that grated like glass on bone. "Or what? You'll bleed on me? You’re a slave, Aria. And tonight, you’re going to find out what happens to slaves who try to sit on a Dragon’s throne, My throne. You think you can compete with me for king Silas?"

“White wolves awaken differently. Their bond, their spirit, their transformation — everything comes later. At the moment when destiny demands it.” Destiny. That word always felt like it belonged in stories, not real life. “So Damien…” I swallowed hard. “He knew what I was?” “Yes,” Matteo said. “He would have sensed it instantly. Kings always sense rare bloodlines.” Rare blood. Rare wolf. Rare danger. My skin prickled. “But what does he want?” My voice cracked. “Why did he say that I’m… his?” Regina placed her hands on my shoulders. “Emily, listen to me carefully. The Werewolf King is not like other men. When he sets his eyes on something, he does not ask. He takes.”

When I saw her, she was bubbling with life but now she was nothing but a heap of flesh on the floor. I couldn’t breathe as my lungs kept clawing for air that refused to come. The silence was suffocating. It was as if the entire pack house was holding its breath and waiting for the Dark King to move. But Xavier didn’t even flinch. He just stood there, calm, composed and almost regal in the middle of the blood. His grey eyes looked unfazed, like tearing out someone’s tongue was a routine. When he finally turned to face me, my heart nearly stopped.

Not a veteran like me but an actual DVM. Chapter 1:2 Onto the Next Disaster, Xoxo Nyx

Jordan says, paying for all of us. Roman beams. “And who is the lovely lady with you?” “Aurora’s the name. I’ll try my cocoa with a dash of cinnamon,” I say. He beams. “And some wild blueberry syrup?” “I don’t know about that.” I don’t know about a lot of things. Roman seems to genuinely like the kings. Maybe he’s just looking out for his livelihood, which I can’t blame him for. But still, he’s very friendly with them. I didn’t expect the kings to have such close relationships with their subjects. While I’m confused, I find myself pleasantly surprised. Could we be wrong about them?

The weight of the secrets he had kept from me suddenly felt heavier than ever. Just as Chloe and I were about to discuss our suspicions further, the sound of footsteps interrupted us. We turned to see Xavier walking down the stairs, his expression unreadable. He seemed lost in his own thoughts, not noticing us sitting in the living room. Chloe's eyes widened in recognition, and she grabbed my arm, her voice filled with urgency. "Ariel, that's him! That's the Alpha King!" I couldn't believe my ears. The man I had come to know as Xavier was the powerful Alpha King who ruled over the werewolf kingdom. It was a revelation that shook me to my core.

Piece by piece. An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth, so they say. With my face filled with salty water, and the mixture of rain, I started to consider going back to Lyconia. Yes, Horland might have said he was not interested in me anymore, and my one-night stand might have ripped me of my virginity, but there’s one thing I’m sure about, the Lycan king has given me a chance to be his, and with him by my side, I can find my parents killer, and also have a good life with him, after all, he seems to love me. I was sure when he beat up Horland for me. “That was why I got you a therapist. If you know–”

A lie, she had always been good at telling them. The man laughed. “Well then, I’m glad you wore it.” He stretched out his arm, offering her his hand. “I’m Kail, the alpha king’s second son.” Xavier’s real brother…? Celia reluctantly took his hand, smiling awkwardly. “I’m Celia, nobody spectacular…” He laughed again, shaking her hand twice before letting go. “You do look spectacular though, you’re beautiful.” “Thank you.” “How about a dance then? You and I seem to be the only lonely people here.”

I feel my face flush with embarassment instantly at her gesture. We get to the table in the back, the three men stand close by but not too close "What is your name please", his voice is smoother than cream cheese on a bagel "Annette Valentine" I respond, trying not to get lost his eyes, he smiles at hearing my name, "oh that smile is to die for" Meda purrs, "Annette Valentine" he repeats, "Allow me to introduce myself, My name is Kantrell Torri, I am the Lycan King of the Eastern Terriotry." The shock from his words wont let me move, I can't even speak in this moment, did he say what I think he just said? THE LYCAN KING?!