All Chapters of The Queen Of All Vampire's Kings: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter Eighty. Nicholas's POV.Hillary and Enit'ayanf are almost the same. They both hate how Cyrus, Raven, and Cornelius act. Hillary and Enit'ayanf are something close to saint in the Vampiric world, especially when it comes to royals, whilst Cyrus, Raven, and Cornelius are the black sheep, the ones who don't care at all. They act on impulses, on whatever it is they want to. Just from a thought, they have acted, so yes, I am sure this incoming brother's feast is going to be a hot one when you consider Anastasia being in the Kingdom. To even include Ola, she does repel those three guys, too, because they always toy with her, which only angers Xander more. Jeez! There's going to be a lot of drama. "By the way, have you been thinking of what Cyrus, Raven, and Cornelius would think when you tell them who Anastasia is to you?" Questions Hillary without any break. I shift my eyes away from his. "I haven't thought of it, and I don't plan on telling them yet, about her.""So, you want

Chapter Eighty TwoUnedited. Anastasia's POV.Outside of Nicholas's room, I check the door along the hallway, from where I saw a woman earlier, whom Ola told me to be Madeleine. And as expected, the door is closed. Soon, we arrive at the first room that leads to the front door, and surprisingly, I haven't seen any Vampire. I thought this building was a Kingdom, so it's sort of strange that I don't find Vampires roaming the space. Anyway, I am glad because it only helps to keep my mind in a calm-y state. We are almost reaching the front gate when I hear name called by someone familiar. I turn to face Anthony. I was a little surprised when I don't see Owen next to him, as they always move together, at least, most of the time. He comes to wrap his hands around me. "please, be safe. Don't get taken away by those people." He tells me in a tiny voice. Plus, he's giving me the puppy eye look that makes me want to just listen to him and perhaps even stay back. For a second, I feel like I

Chapter Eighty Four.Anastasia's POV. I am now inside the apartment. Kyra just released me a few seconds ago, so I am now able to see the inside. Everything looks just as it was, before the incident from last night. I mean, I don't see anything weird here. My eyes have roved the living room to the dining, and I can't see anything misplacing, at least, not anything significant. It's as though nothing happened. "Kyra," I call, as I face her. She's behind me. Her brows perk up, signalling that she's listening, "how were you this morning?" I cannot help my inquisition. I'd really like to sit her down to talk about all she remembers now, but from what Nicholas said, it might hurt her because of the obstruction that the compelling would have called. She shrugs, "well, I was okay, fine...but it was a little bored, since you weren't there with me, which speaking of, why are you here?""What do you mean?" I am bewildered. It is different that she wasn't worried about me, but now, she is n

Chapter Eighty Six.Anastasia's POV.Nicholas shift to the side when a dagger comes for him, it's mission to cut into his skin. By the way, he's so fast with his movement that I can't make sense of most of them during the time he makes them, but I only see the aftermath. Somehow, the Hunter is fast, as well, as he's able to follow Nicholas's motion, wanting to attack him right after another unsuccessful attempt. Nicholas twirls his body to the back of the Hunter and just when he plans to rotate his body with his hands spread wide, the dagger positioned to cut Nicholas who's behind him, he was rather hit by Nicholas, on the elbow. I swear, I hear the sound of the bones breaking. Then, bending, so Nicholas can pass under the broken arm, he moves to the other and grabs the Hunter by it and in no time, he's hitting the floor. The Hunter groans out loud in pain. His weapons have fallen from his hand. My eyes are wide open in something that spells shock and un-expectancy. This is who I

Chapter Eighty Eight.Unedited.Anastasia's POV.I have maintained silence for the past few minutes, waiting for Hillary to say something. At this point, I might just be running that he's probably scared of me or something of the sort. I mean, it could be because of my harsh voice at him that's making rake space from me. He's been outside since, surveying our surroundings, but to me, I see nothing but hills and the slides at the edge, and trust me, it's starting to get inconvenient. I just want us to get out of here. And the fact that this place is even dangerous is almost nerve-wracking. Hillary looks at me through the windscreen, from where he is. "What?" I whisper to him. Quickly, he puts his index finger on his lips, a sign to shush me. I give him the eye. What's wrong with him now?Finally, he looks my way, again, and come over to the passenger seat side. In the following minutes, he is urging me to get out of the car.He's giving me such unsettling vibe I want to start shaking