Best Vampire Book Series Novels & Stories

Three days after identifying Silas Greythorne's handwriting, Sera woke to urgent knocking. Lucien burst in before she could answer, his eyes wild with fear. His voice was tight, almost cracking. "There's been a murder." She was out of bed immediately. "What? Where?" "The Nocturne District. A vampire elder, found dead in his home last night." He handed her his phone. "Look at the positioning." Sera's blood ran cold, and a wave of nausea rose in her throat. The body was arranged on the floor, arms spread, throat slashed. Around him, ritual markings drawn in blood.

What business did Allison have with a witch of that caliber? My gaze drifted away from the list, landing on the chaos of the desk. Only then did I truly see the mess. It wasn’t just papers; it was a library of obsession. Documents were scattered everywhere, burying the wood surface. I picked up a few books, reading the spines. ‘Tales of the Undead’. ‘The Physiology of the Damned’. ‘The Half-Demon’s Plight’. All titles about vampires. They weren’t particularly strange books for a Hunter to possess, I had read most of them myself during training. Know thy enemy. It was Rule Number One. When you hunted apex predators, knowledge was the only equalizer.

He scanned the room in one slow sweep. Seraphine's raised blades. Kyle's stance. Then his eyes landed on Viviana sitting upright on the bed with a water bottle raised like a weapon. He went very still. Something crossed his face, fast and completely unguarded, there and locked down before it could be named. Gone behind the aggression like he'd caught himself doing something he hadn't planned on. Viviana stared back at him with absolute zero intention of looking away first. "We tracked vampire blood here," he said. His voice was low and rough, like something that had never learned to be gentle. "Three vampire signatures." His eyes moved to me and the aggression shifted into something else ent

“It’s pretty interesting, actually. And could be a disaster now that I’m thinking about it. Lucas told me there are a handful of vampires who don’t want to assimilate, and they go around trying to make things difficult for those who have. I’m not sure the specific details, but he made it sound like these vampires are going after the businesses he owns or something like that. Basically fucking shit up in order to get back at him for following the rules of the Vampire Council. Three vampires showed up at my house last night after they got my address from Eliza, Lucas’s vampire daughter or sister or whatever you’d call her, and he was not happy.” “Oh, wow. That is interesting and you’re right.

and began to read: “The notion of vampirism has existed for millennia; cultures such as the Mesopotamians, Hebrews, Ancient Greeks, and Romans had tales of demons and spirits which are considered precursors to modern vampires. However, despite the occurrence of vampire-like creatures in these ancient civilizations, the folklore for the entity we know today as the vampire originates almost exclusively from early 18th-century southeastern Europe, when verbal traditions of many ethnic groups of the region were recorded and published. In most cases, vampires are revenants of evil beings, suicide victims, or witches, but they can also be created by a malevolent spirit possessing a corpse or by be

I soon found myself to begin shaking as well, grip tightening on the pillow. Every pet knows that this time would come for them, but even that can't compare for when it actually happens. Even though I knew that Nico was trying to fight it, he and I both knew that he couldn't fight it forever. Those kinds of predatory instincts run through him like his own blood, only allowing him to fight it for so long until it consumes him. He knew that once it did, he wouldn't have much control over what would happen next. It was the instincts that kept vampires alive no matter what once their species first began to grow.

"You are not a pure-blooded vampire, only a fraction of your blood contains vampire blood. That's why you managed to live for all those years like a normal human being. But the truth is, it was only suppressed and waiting to be activated. And it happened when Vienna's subordinate bit you. It was the vampire's venom that awakened the vampire blood in you. It was the reason why the transition took faster than usual because you were not a pure human in the first place." I couldn't bring myself to believe it. Are all of these really true? First, I turned into a vampire after I was bitten by Vienna's accomplice. Second, Dad, Mom, and Jaxon are dead. And third, this? That I was born with vampire b

It's time for action and destruction. The Vampire Brothers will renew for a second series. The second series will be titled: The Salvador Legacy. The story of the first Lycanthropes to walk the earth. More action, more mystery, more thriller, more adventure, and more erotica and steamy scenes. Brace yourselves. —_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_— Author's note. Hey, lovelies. We have come so far in The Vampire Brothers series and I'm happy to announce that the first book; The O'Connor Bloodline, has been completed. The second book will be coming out before the end of next year.

The town was his for the taking. Kyle lifted his chin, listening, sensing, closing his eyes. He could sense Caitlin’s presence strongly in this city. And Caleb’s. Sam, he wasn’t so sure about, but he knew that at least the two of them were here. That was good. Now all he had to do was find them. He would come upon them by surprise, and, he imagined, kill them both quite easily. Paris was a much simpler place. There was no grand vampire Council, like in Rome, that he had to answer to. Even better, there was a strong evil coven here, led by Napoleon. And Napoleon owed him.

I will give him more than he bargains for. I go to my new home, a plain suburban affair. It is furnished. Quickly, not breaking a sweat, I move most of the furniture into the garage. Then I retire to the master bedroom, draw all the shades, and lie down on the hard wooden floor and close my eyes. The sun has drained my strength, I tell myself. But as I doze off I know it is also the people I have met this day that have cut deep into me, where my iron blood flows like a black river over the cold dust of forgotten ages, dripping onto this green world, onto the present, like the curse of the Lord himself. I hope to dream of Krishna as I fall asleep, but I do not. The devil is there instead. Yak