Assassin Vampire Novels & Stories

He bit his bottom lip, lowering his arms to his sides and glancing towards his palms before asking, "What is it? Y-You...you don't like what you see?" Nate had not spoken yet, gulping when he saw Dante's fingers drop the knife beside him and reach for the next button on his dress shirt. When Nate realized what he was doing, he instinctively leaned downwards, his mind completely pushing away the assassin murderous rumours and all the threats Dante had mentioned, instead reaching for his hands and stopping him from continuing down the placket. "What the fuck are you doing?" Nate pushed his hands away, closing the other buttons as well and hiding the chain back into his shirt.

We exchanged glances, and I was about to ask her a question when one burst through the window, shattering it, and threw a knife at Kat. I caught the knife mid-air before it could get to her. "They came for her," I said to myself. The assassin kicked me, but I quickly knocked her feet away, before it got to me. She threw a few punches, and I knocked them off too, I swiftly dug my claws into her chest, and ripped her heart out, and her lifeless body fell to the floor. Kat pulled off their masks one after another, and when she pulled out the mask of the one I ripped her heart open, she gasped.

It had to be. Words would never be enough to describe how relieved I felt that Ferrara wasn't the killer responsible for the death of my pack, which shouldn't be. If he wasn't the one who took them out, who did? How could there be another vampire as powerful as the vampire king? It wasn't making any sense. “She described him as a high-profiled figure from the Vampire Academy. He's got pitch black, soulless eyes and a deadly smirk.” The dizziness intensified. “What?” I snapped, gripping the phone so hard, it almost broke. “Pitch black eyes? You're sure?”

He spat. I tried to remain unphased by his words. Held the bat higher. The man stepped forward and I swung. Made contact with his skull. The bat vibrated in my hands. Gave a satisfying thwack. Yet it wasn't enough. He simply shook his head. Smiled at me as he advanced. "I am going to enjoy fucking you." He mused. Spat a glob of blood onto the floor. A blur of white came from behind him then. Large. Angry. Zaven. The assassin wouldn't spare him any mercy. Not tonight. "And I am going to enjoy washing your blood off of my hands!"

Throwing the door open to check on my mate, but to my devastation, I instant howl as I saw Allyssa lying on the floor, cold. I stood there, not moving. my body shaking, in my entire life, I have never felt like this, a build of anger rushing through my blood, I was too focus at my lying mate that didn't realize the man slowly walking beside her, blood in his mouth, red eyes, pale skin. VAMPIRE! how did a vampire come here without us noticing?! Too many questions, confusions in my mind. But then I realize, he is the one killed my mate!

Leanunya countered, not budging an inch. Wolferan sighed, before speaking, “I am asking as it will give me a better understanding of why you chose to become an assassin, a criminal” Leanunya huffed, “alright you want to know? Well, I was left with an old woman who didn’t even know how to take care of herself ok?”

a grim reaper reported. "What did you say? Did you say, Zanea?" his eyes widened in fear as he looked at the grim reaper. The man bent down his knees and frowned, "Yes, archangel. His name was written in the list," he responded and his heart sank to realized that Zanea was the one who killed the Vampire.

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.

– She gritted her teeth and lifted him higher. - No, I... tell the truth. The person you see is just a magic show. The hunters agreed to let me keep Vincent for research purposes and I treated him. However, he is a pure-blood vampire, his blood is too different from humans, so I aimed at Samson. Still, I kept Vincent as a backup plan. Pausing for a moment to catch his breath, he continued to explain that because he accidentally saw the diamond attached to Samson's collar, he guessed that Samson was a vampire cursed by the sun god Apollo. Ancient documents have recorded this.

Blood spilled from his face, and I heard the cracking of his bones as I slammed his head against the hard ground. “The hideout is clear,” Connor said as he returned. I heard him kneeling beside Tessa. “She’s not looking so good,” Connor said as he examined Tessa. I was too consumed with fury to even pay attention to him. I couldn’t stop punching this vampire. I wanted to bleed him of every ounce of blood just as he was doing to Tessa. I wanted him to feel the same pain he made her feel. Connor didn’t bother stopping me; he knew I needed to do this. As did the other warriors. They watched silently, allowing me to get all my anger out.