The Vampire King's Pet-Chapter 309: Blood

Aran had been standing way back, doing his best to stay away from where the main fighting was taking place, especially since a lot of werewolves had transformed while they did their best to rip Drehk to shreds and allow the sun to do the rest.

The snarls and roars echoed constantly, claws crashing against stone and armor as massive bodies slammed into one another again and again.

But it soon became clear that whatever material the lord wore wasn’t something that could be easily torn, even with their teeth. Their jaws snapped uselessly against it, claws sparking as they struck.

Still, it was also clear that it was only a matter of time before Drehk was worn out and defeated by the sheer number of enemies he had to deal with. His strength remained terrifying, but his movements were beginning to slow, each breath heavier than the last.

Lythari stood a distance away, hands tightening over her blade as she struggled with whether or not to help. With her bloodline ability, she could drag a few into dreams—pull them under and leave their bodies exposed.

But the question lingered: did she care about Drehk enough to risk her life? Especially for someone who hadn’t so much as looked her way in decades.

He treated her with cold detachment, even as she watched him look at Aira’s maid over and over again, something that had always twisted painfully in her chest.

Is my obsession over him worth my life? she asked herself, watching him battle, wondering if saving his life would improve his favorability toward her—or if she would once again be invisible.

Not far from the fighting, Lord Noctare and Lord Virelle stood close together, their voices kept low even as chaos unfolded around them. Their attention remained fixed on Zyren’s broken form kneeling weakly on the ground.

At the same time, King Jared was a short distance away, speaking with Aira, Clara, and the guard who was not completely dead—the one he had attacked earlier. Blood pooled beneath the man as he writhed weakly, barely conscious.

Jared was trying to find out who was behind the attack and why they would do such a thing.

"Kill me! I’ll never tell you anything!" the guard screamed instead, his voice hoarse. He knew that even if he spoke, he would still die a very nasty death—but the difference was that his family would die with him if he betrayed his orders.

Noctare watched Zyren carefully. The vampire king had a huge stature, but kneeling on the ground with his head cowed made it clear that he was beyond weak, not even able to stand like a king should.

"I can kill him now," Lord Virelle said again, his tone sharp. He had already told Noctare that he could do it before King Jared returned—and that they could both escape.

"...We all know that whosoever kills a vampire king instantly gets a portion of his powers. That’s how the system works," Virelle continued, his eyes burning. His bloodline ability was speed, and he knew he was fast enough to do it himself and disappear even if Noctare continued to resist.

"I might not have the shadow bloodline, but even a bit of the ability would make me strong," he added.

Noctare said nothing, his gaze still on Zyren.

The truth was that the idea was good—great even—and something Noctare would have done himself before Virelle ever thought of it. He was smart enough for that.

But he was also smart enough to know that Zyren was the most cunning person he had ever met.

Noctare’s father had once held that title, until Zyren killed him—not with strength, but by turning his father’s own plans against him.

What if he still has enough energy for one more fight? Noctare thought, finally understanding why King Jared had chosen to slash from a distance instead of stepping closer to finish Zyren himself.

I definitely do not want to die.

Virelle shifted restlessly beside him, clearly seconds away from throwing caution to the wind, staring at Noctare as if waiting for permission—permission Noctare found difficult to give.

Until realization struck.

If Virelle kills Zyren, then I’ll just have to kill him, Noctare thought, already calculating the outcome. The power would be halved—but it also meant the risk wouldn’t be his.

"Sure," Noctare said at last. "With your bloodline ability, which gives you immense speed, you’ll be fine."

That was all it took.

Virelle moved.

He dashed forward toward Zyren, drawing his knife, prepared to cut off his head and stab him straight through the chest with erudite silver—deadly to vampires.

I’ll burn him if that’s what it takes, Virelle decided, knowing he would never know peace unless Zyren’s body was reduced to ash.

The blade gleamed under the sun. Like all vampires present, Virelle was completely covered from head to toe in impermeable black clothing, material designed to shield their skin from sunlight.

With his sword raised, he attacked Zyren with lightning speed—so fast that even King Jared who stood afar off with Clara, Aria and Liora beside him had to not blink to not miss it.

He noticed the movement, barely saw a flicker in the air before Virelle appeared beside Zyren.

The strike happened in a split moment, one that couldn’t even be perceived by normal werewolves or vampires. Only the strongest sensed it as Virelle unleashed his entire ability at once, knowing better than to hold back when dealing with King Zyren, the King of all Vampires.

The sun shone bright in the sky, the air clear and still, yet everything happened in a blur.

Blood sprayed out like a torrent, coating the blade as it sliced cleanly through Zyren’s neck.

A deep scream echoed across the battlefield—raw, ancient, and filled with agony—as every gaze for miles snapped toward the two figures now standing revealed.

Virelle stood frozen before Zyren, even as blood bathed the space between them, soaking into the ground and staining the silence that followed.