Assassin Vampire Novels & Stories

“They waited for the toast.” Raven leaned up just enough to scan the mezzanine. The assassin was there, not a Corsetti foot soldier but a professional. Compact frame, matte-black rifle, the movement too clean, too sure. She took aim and fired before he could reset. The bullet caught his shoulder, spinning him backward into the glass railing. He fell without a sound. Another shot cracked the far window, Viktor flinched as a bullet grazed his arm. “There’s more than two!”

For a split moment before appearing, a vampire has the ability to see his or her destination, which is helpful in preventing oneself from transporting over a cliff. I saw that Ran was already present, and I appeared sitting next to him. Ran wasn't a Council member. He was my vampire lieutenant, or second-in-command. Paul used to accompany me, but since it takes him hours to get back and forth on motorcycle, he grudgingly agreed to allow Ran to accompany me. It was mainly because he didn't like being so far away from the baby. I was relieved because despite how capable my husband is as a werewolf, his blood also happens to be a delicacy to vampires. I didn't like the idea of him being the onl

He made an odd hmmm sound and I raised my brows and glanced at the screen. "Who are you, I can tell you're a vampire as well from your eyes but they aren't familiar to me since I know several thousand," I growled through the lie threateningly. He chuckled heartily and the sound was warm and comforting. I frowned upon experiencing the feeling. He slipped off the mask and I melted into my chair. He was gorgeous. Face of Adonis and surprisingly blue highlighted black hair that looked really edgy but sexy on him. I concentrated on slowing down my breathing and acted nonchalantly. I know my gray eyes lit up showing him my appreciation for his good looks. It was something out of my control and an

The Vampire shrugged his thin shoulders and glided into the room. "Howling Warriors had two visitors of note today, one vampire hybrid and an elemental wolf." 'Aah my son has arrived,' Santos thought gleefully, knowing that the Elemental would be Mikhail, so he asked instead, "Does the hybrid have a name or position scout?" Pinning the vampire with his stern countenance. "I'm afraid so sir, it's Morgana Mannering, one of the vampire assassins, more commonly known as The seductress."

Finally, I turned to look at him. I let my gaze trail over his taper fade, the messy blond hair that refused to behave and those stupid innocent blue eyes that made people trust him instantly. He had the face of a saint, smooth lines, sharp cheekbones, a mouth that curled too easily into a smile that could make anyone feel safe. But Olek wasn’t safe. He was the Syndicate’s golden boy; the number one assassin, top of the kill board for ten damn years. I was fifth, which wasn’t bad considering I’d only been in the game for six years.

It was just like opening a window into a life she no longer belonged to. “I get it.” Her voice cracked. “This whole thing is insane. And it’s not over yet, is it?” “No,” he said quietly. “It’s not.” She looked up at him, tears brimming in her eyes. “Why me, Nicholas? Why did this happen to me?” He didn't know what to say. He was fascinated by the coincidence of the striking resemblance of Amelia and Allison and the fact she was the one who witnessed the assassination. Something was telling him it was Adrian's handwork though he didn't have any proof.

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

Some days Christine didn’t understand how to keep them all straight, and she took note she needed to make a family tree. Sebastian’s smile grew wide, thinking about adding to their own family once the ruling was finally over. The kingdom was flourishing, so why not have more time with his beloved to create the family he wanted as well? The room fell silent as Christine’s sister and beloved entered the room. Killian’s smile grew watching the vampire he soon hoped to help him train to like him. The Assassin silently strode into the room. His back was straight, still donned in his black leather pants and vest. His deep red dress shirt flowed around his arms until it tightened at his wrists. The

If he’d been a human, a Vampire, or even a Guardian, it should’ve ended him. But it did nothing but bounce. “Son of a bitch!” she shouted, realizing now what they were facing. “They’re Hunters!” Assassin Hunters. She’d heard of them but had no experience with them whatsoever. Turncoats who had joined the Vampires for only God knew what reasons. Either because so many governments outlawed hunting Vampires and this was the only way they could stay free or because they were just innately evil.

I released a sigh of relief and settled on the driver's seat but then the car turned silent. "Can I ask you a question?" Leonardo broke the silence after a while. "Go ahead." I answered. "Why did you decide to become an assassin? I mean you have all your life right in front of you and you could have literally been anything else." "I didn't have the option to be anything else. I didn't even get to choose to become this, it was forced on me. He stayed silent like he was ushering me to continue with what I was saying.