Buffy The Vampire Slayer Graphic Novels Novels & Stories

She took over the care of little Bobby as if he were her own son, leaving me the time I needed to regroup and heal. I checked Bobby for signs of vampire on a daily basis in the privacy of my room. Since he was toothless, I had no way of really knowing. Geoffrey said he smelled of vampire. To me, he smelled of baby power and spit up. On an occasion or two, I’d picked up the faintest smell of Nevi. It was the scent he had after a night of passionate lovemaking. Was that vampire? I didn’t know. What I did know was that when I smelled that scent—which was more and more as the days passed and Bobby grew stronger—I was reminded of the vampire I loved. The vampire who helped me create the bundle of

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.”

I watch my friend who did not let go of Dalton's hand, the boys left us alone to say goodbye, although we look 18 years old, now we are of age so we both decided to live our lives with them, far from here for a while. —Will you call me? —Of course I will. —I hug her one last time. —I'll miss you. —So will I. Best of luck with the news, hopefully she'll be as excited as I am. —Believe me she won't expect it, but we are hybrids so we can get pregnant. I watch my vampire conversing with his brother, he looks at me and smiles making me relive the day he made me his slave, I was anxious but I know this baby growing inside me... it's the beginning of our love story, one that started with me being

This is book two in the series, we are going to see Autumn evolve to become the person she is meant to be with her bff and vampire love by her side

But was he strong enough to dent two motorcycles with only his hands? I felt like this research was starting to drive me crazy. I could hardly wrap my mind around all the stories I’ve been reading. Most of the pictures were similar to one another with the same wounds on their necks and pale white as the clouds. It was like whoever had done this had drained these people of every last drop of blood. Opening a new document, I began writing a new short story. A story about a charming vampire seducing a young girl. In the end, the girl becomes a vampire and began “hunting” in the city with the male protagonist.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

If anyone knows how she feels, it’s me. The crazy thing is she lost him once, but he found his way back to her, fought, and went to every extreme possible on this icy planet to get her back in his arms. The fantastic thing about this is that the second time around, he was no longer a Bampire. He was human but with a unique DNA that could heal a Bampire if a Bampire was in danger. If you want to know how Guy changed back to a human, you must read Mind Night Blue 3rd Night with a Bampire, She Wolf Alpha, and Bamptillia by LB Harpdog, which are books three, four, and five of his Mind Night Blue series. Somehow, Cristina could communicate with me from the Earth, from the spacecraft

He enlightened her. "Breed? There are breeds? Aren't you all the same?" Adrianna was dumbfounded to know that vampires have different breeds. He got up and went to grab a book from his shelves, and hand a heavy book to Adrianna. "This will help you because I am not good at explaining things and facts." Said Alaric. Her palms touched the cover of the book which looked antique and royal. She read the title 'Vamoose', called Vampire in latin. "You didn't tell me you have kids." Alaric asked her.

She reluctantly sat there, looking at the Goddess in front of her. "Give me your hand," Hecate offered, showing the girl her upturned palm. She placed hers in it, a little surprised at the coldness meeting her skin. "You are grieving. Your heart has been broken by the vampire," the Goddess' voice sounded ominous and powerful, suddenly coming from all around her. Diana's breath hitched in her throat. The Goddess wrapped her hand around hers, her sharp and black nails quickly sinking into Diana's skin like tiny blades, drawing blood. Diana let out a pained mewl, eyes widening with alarm.

And for that reason alone, I could not have dreamed that vampirism is based on truth. Let's face it. I don't meet the profile of the typical girl turned vampire or girl turned vampire killer. Bella is too tragic, Buffy is a cheerleader, and I'm a black girl from the 'hood. I work nine to five at a local cable company. Drop-dead gorgeous men are not stalking me, and my rounded body does not fit neatly into a size two.