Alice Vampire Novels & Stories

Alice shakes her head, “You can’t fool me. I know that the vampire who tried to attack me and was saved by you was a blood servant. Only purebloods could turn humans into blood servants. I know as much." “You’re right. That child is my blood servant. But by a hunter’s definition, I am not a pureblood. I wasn't born a vampire. I was a human.” Alice was shaken by what she heard. A turned vampire that lasted for a thousand years and acquired the ability to be close to being a pureblood?

"That was no fun. You should have let it all play out." Vlad smiled against the woman's lips. "She would have crashed the car." "You didn't do that to me when you turned me," Vorenus grumbled. Vladimir chuckled. "I don't swing that way," he looked at the woman. "Who are you?" "Alice," she said. "Alice Bennett... I'm so hungry... but not for food..." She groaned. "Yes, you drink blood now..." Vladimir said. "Wha? Like a mosquito?" Alice groaned.

I said. “What a minute what? What did I miss here,” Miranda asked, throwing up her hands. Alice hadn’t told her best friend? The girl who probably knows all her secrets? “I’m a hybrid, half vampire,” I said, the word coming off my tongue bitterly. I wasn’t entirely sure I’d really ever had to say the word. People either knew or they didn’t, I didn’t have to spell it out. She gave me an evil eye. “A vampire has Alice,” she said, very slowly.

He was jumping in excitement as if he was a baby. "I did not do that. It was Eve who defeated the Vampire Alpha. So technically, she is the new Vampire Alpha, the queen of the biggest empire of our world." I replied and Salvador pulled me in another brotherly hug. While Hayden got a shady look in his eyes. As if he was counting something we had not thought about. Something that was important.

In the midst of our shared moment, a discreet throat-clearing sound reverberates in the air, prompting me to pull away as if we've been caught doing something forbidden. Turning around, I find a striking woman with flowing ebony hair, her eyes a captivating shade of crimson that immediately reveals her true nature as a vampire. “Alana, meet Guinevere. She's a member of the Moon Church. Her ability to appear and be caught in unexpected situations is uncanny.” Guinevere extends her hand, her crimson eyes holding a playful glint. “Nice to meet you, Princess Lana. I didn't expect Alpha Damon to bring you here.” I shake her hand, feeling the cool touch that confirms her vampire self. This is the

she muttered, and as expected, Renriel laughed. “I wouldn’t be so uneducated as to trap a lady in her room. That’s something only savages do.” “So you mean Kalias is a savage?” A cocky smile took the lips of the black-haired girl. “Who knows?” the vampire chanted. “Kalias is a man of many facets,” suggested. “I would say there is a wild side to him, wouldn’t you agree?” The vampire’s eyes seemed to descend through Alice’s body, dropping to the marks left on her pale body - the fingerprints, the hickeys, the bites, even if light.

It was a dossier of nightmares. "The Crimson Matron," Aaliyah read aloud, her voice tight with a mixture of professional fascination and genuine fear. "An Eastern European witch with advanced hemokinetic abilities. Specializes in blood rituals and generational curses. The Ledger notes she single-handedly brought down the entire vampiric House of Carpathia in a single night of bloodshed." An image of a woman with unnervingly dark, knowing eyes and a cruel, painted smile appeared on the screen.

With Calypso defeated, the enchantments imprisoning Lola, Evin, and Lara dissipate, freeing them from their captivity. Relief washed over them as they joined Erin and an injured Duncan, happy and mingling with awe at the sight of the Fanged Gods. Thorlon, the mighty Fanged God, stepped forward, his gaze meeting Erin’s with solemn intensity. In a voice that resonated with ancient power, he revealed the truth that had aunted her for so long: Alpha Mirthon, Duncan’s father, was the werewolf who had taken Darcy’s life, her first beloved human soul mate. And now, Darcy had returned, reincarnated into Duncan, the son of his murderer.

Unlike the cape which felt clean like morning mist. Cain made me wear his shirt then growled at the vampire lord who was eyeing me with obvious interest. "Leave. You have no business here. This isn't your territory now." The lord smirked then he walked toward us slowly his pets following behind making the other wolves give them a huge berth. "I will leave now Alexandria but I will be back we need to have a chat about you and that phoenix of yours." I swallowed harshly when he said what Alice is and left. Fuck I thought no one knew about her species. She is basically instinct. This isn't good. It isn't good at all. Fuck.

“We don't lock anyone up in this bunker.” I frowned. Mr. Alvaro's gaze turned toward a short young man whose face was very similar to Dylan O'Brien's. The young man grinned nervously. “Sorry, Uncle, I thought Uncle took the woman into custody. The problem is she is a vampire, so I thought—” “Right, you thought!” Mr. Alvaro barked. The people inside the bunker laughed. “And David, why do you have to believe Arga's words? You—!”