Best Vampire Series Books Novels & Stories

“Wha' wrog?” “They found another body,” She said, “Under the bridge. Same place as the last one. They said the body had all its blood drained out.” “Just like the last ones.” I shivered. She turned to me, eyebrows raised. “Apparently there are no obvious wounds. Do you still think they’re animal attacks?” “Of course.” I rolled my eyes. “What else would they be? Vampires?” “You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

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"And unexplained Neratomay deaths?" On that I hesitated. "None that I'd describe as unexplained." Malarias stared at me. "A vampire not five years turned did not properly secure his home," I continued. "Sleep took him while in the living room of his house. A human opened the door, and he never woke again. Two others died in a sanctioned battle, and Tyler was sent to handle two others."

And she wept as she rocked her in her arms. Caitlin stepped inside her once orderly home, now a slaughterhouse, and she saw that the whole coven was dead, this time, for good. Her eyes fell on her mother’s sister, at the side of the door and it moved to fall on the rest inside. They must have put up a good fight, she thought, and then her eyes fell on Baron, their house servant. Baron was loyal, full of love and he served with his life. She was still confused though. Obviously, she knows vampires from another coven had done this. How did they know their kind was still alive and why did they come now, killing every single one of them? Something must have lured them here, to this place. What c

It was an ambush, and there was nowhere to go. It was all happening so fast, at vampire speed, in the blink of an eye. As Blake flew for just a few seconds, debating where best to land, he already saw so many things happening at once: on the rooftop, he flinched as he saw Rynd step up and murder Taylor, stabbing her in the back, and through the heart, as she faced off with other vampires. He heard her scream, and watched her life force depart from her.

A cold breeze attacked my flesh causing goosebumps to form on my skin and make me shiver. “A vampire has this spell book?” He asked through his gritted teeth. I shook my head again. “Not anymore. She gave it to me,” I told him. He took a deep breath and nodded; I could feel him calming. “A vampire having possession of this book is never a good thing,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m glad she no longer has it, but I’m worried about how long she’s had it. These books are sacred to our kind, and they hold a lot of information that could prove to be dangerous if the wrong species got their hands on it. And vampires are definitely the wrong species. This book specifically holds a lot of our secre

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

Chapter 21 – The Age of Blood Valenfort’s sky bled red, a wound that would never heal. Ash from the Seraphim still clung to the shattered domes of cathedrals, falling like blood-snow in the night wind. This city — once a symbol of balance between human and vampire — now lay in chaos, decay, and despair. Evelyn Cross had vanished. Her silhouette dissolved into the black light of the ritual that sealed Azrael, leaving behind a torn world. But her death was not the end; it was the beginning of a new era where blood became law, and fear the only religion left.

My eyes suddenly focused on one book, ‘The rare breed – how to train and guide new vampires’, it was called. New vampires? I thought, does that mean when they’re children? I wondered as I picked it up. Just as I pulled it out from its resting place, I heard a small thump behind it. I looked into the bookshelf to see an old black book had fallen behind the ones in front. Setting the one in my hand on a little wooden table next to me, I picked up the black book. I took in a sharp inhale of breath when I saw the same detailed pattern that was on the dagger Kyan had shown me. ‘The hunters’ was all it said on the front, the same book Kyan and Zekan had spent days looking for.

She settled on the last one. “The crosses,” she said, nodding as they walked under another one. “Don’t they bother you?” He looked at her, not understanding. He looked like he’d been lost in thought. “Don’t crosses hurt vampires?” she asked. Recognition crossed his face. “Not all of us,” he answered. “Our race is very fragmented. Much like the human race. There are many races within our race, and many territories—or covens—within each race. It is quite complex. They don’t affect good vampires.”