Butterfly Vampire Novels & Stories

Scarlett asks "No! Butterfly, feel what?" She closes her eyes and when she opens them again; they are a mix of all three of her sides. There is blue for her human, gold for her wolf, and red for her vampire. Her voice slightly changes as she says, "By the light of the new blood moon, what was broken in its previous light can be repaired the same way. They must be together or war will ensue!!!" I catch her as she collapses, picking her up and facing the others. "Patrick, do you know when the blood moon is?"

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

But rumours were told that she created a hideout containing a legion of powerful immortals. The fourth vampire types are also known as the winged vampires. They are the offspring of a bat-kin and vampire. With their blood mixed, they had superhuman strength, speed, senses, stamina, accelerated healing factor, metamorphosis or atomize, lesser-immortality and they had wings on their back. They could travel both day and night and didn’t have any weaknesses. Sherry is, no doubt the fourth type. From what I can tell, her other bloodline might possibly be under Elizabeth’s bloodline— because, for a vampire, she’s beautiful.

she says to her. Esther does so, and then she asks the same thing from Brent, Nadia, Adeline, Tyrus, and Sabina. They are all representations of the bond that needs to be broken: an original vampire, two normal vampires, male and female, a hybrid, a Serafina witch turned vampire, and a binder-turned vampire. It is quite lucky that they have such a varied variety among themselves. Finally, she pours a few drops of her own blood into it: the blood of a practicing Serafina witch.

Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curiosity getting the best of him. Melia arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to tell you that," she replied firmly, her voice as cool as a winter breeze.

“I am a Vampire bitch! This can’t hurt me. I untouchable.” She cocked her head to the right and gave off a smirk. “Wait for it! Yes, you are touchable, and you Prick.” Then he burst in dust like he was never there. Between her secret sauce and the rusted iron rod, it was the only thing that would kill a Vampire. As she walks over to Natalie and dust herself off, she reaches for Natalie. “Come on, let’s get you home to your aunt’s and you can tell me all about why you were here, what that Vampire has to do with you, and why was he such a nasty mood.”

And then suddenly the card he had been holding in his hand turned into an identical violet butterfly he had on his torso. It flapped its burning wings before it started flying towards the window. Without a second thought, Vladimir raced after it. Vladimir didn’t quite understand what the Oracle had meant by taming his bride's wrath. He wasn't sure if the butterfly was going to lead him to his bride or not. Despite all the odds Vladimir followed the butterfly, completely oblivious of the fact that he was going after the same woman he had lived with for the past two weeks. The same woman he had tried every nasty pickup line on to get into her pants. . .

" --------------------------- -Flashback- "Alexander, where's Franklin?" Young Alexander stared at the woman with the caliber of a queen, walking towards him. Violet Zaragoza, a young woman who was born in Catalona,Spain. She arrived in Jericho, California with a palace-like house already waiting for her. Franklin automatically noticed her, as well as Alexander.

UNKNOWN POV I am washing my face and having a drink from a lake when I get the strong feeling I'm being watched as I turn I see a vampire coming straight at me, I snear knowing I'm not your average wolf, and I can easily take him. As he gets to me I grab him and throw him into the water, my flight or fight response is surprising me as it usually tells me not to fight but not this time. The vampire comes for me again and I let Kylo take control shifting into my wolf. Kylo snaps at him, missing him by centimetres as he hits Kylo in the side "he's not a regular vampire Ky he has no scent be careful" I tell him as he lunges for the vampire again, suddenly a knife comes seemingly out of nowhere a