Butterfly Vampire Novels & Stories

Slain by a vampire. Behind the castle was the dark woods, Aiden noticed as he stepped in, he squinted through, catching Lynette who was dealing with three vampires. Snarling. Growling. Snapping. Lynette stammered as she stepped back, watching the fangs of those vampires drop as they looked at her neck. She had a scratch on her neck and her blood trickled down to her shoulder. They screeched and they approached her trying to deny themselves her appealing blood, but it just pulled them closer and she stepped backward in a fuss. Aiden tried to interfere, but the windows blew open and its pieces shattered as two people fell from it. One was a human and the other was a vampire. The human was abou

I insist as I begin slicing the tomatoes for sandwiches and hand him a head of lettuce to cut. “Let’s take it slow. Tell me who this is about.” I gently ask. “Mom.” “What about your mother?” “Let’s start with the dog and work our way backward.” He slams his knife down and turns to me before continuing. “Why did the dog touch her?” He demands. “I wonder that as well. The best conclusion that I can figure out is that it was confusing. She is human, a witch, and she has my blood within her veins from our mark. I think it was trying to remove her human self from what it thought was being harmed by a vampire. I can see why it was confusing for the dog. I do not know for sure why it did, though.”

"But you don't have to worry about hurting her. Since you won't come back willingly, I have no use for you anymore. I doubt anyone else does either." I watched as Bristol flung the sharp metal in my direction. The pointed end landed directly into the exposed flesh of my arm. Before I knew it, Kaya was running at me. "Let's see how dormant that blood lust of yours is," Bristol said with a savaged smirk as he watched his new vampire-daughter attack his biological one. I evaded her attacks as best I could, dodging and turning and calling out to her to stop. "Listen to me!" But she couldn't hear me, and my pleas fell on deaf ears.

Swinging my urumi in rapid circles, I cut into the outer layers of bloodsuckers, but as fast as the thin steel blades flay out pieces of undead flesh leaving dark magic flames to consume them, new vampires are porting in, all of them hellbent on getting to Sylvia. The shrieks of the burning pierce the air accompanied by cries of victory from my other sisters as their own battles end and they emerge into the center of the house, enraged and lusting for more. Six of us strike at ground level trying to get to Sylvia, with Jenny still covering us from above, but in the end, she’s overwhelmed. The filthy bloodsucker who gets to her—a dark-haired smokey-eyed male wearing casual clothes and a black

Recognizing the unmistakable aura of a vampire, his instincts bristled with a mix of curiosity and caution. Seraphina, guided by an invisible thread of destiny, descended gracefully into a moonlit clearing, her wings folding as she touched down with an elegance befitting her immortal lineage. It was then that she saw him—Adrian, the werewolf whose reputation preceded him, stood before her, his gaze piercing through the veil of shadows with a mixture of suspicion and intrigue.

She recalled the story told of the said vampire. More than decades ago, a man was born who later became a vampire without encountering any vampires. He was a pure human with human parents, but as he grew, it was like a disease that had struck him. No one knew how or what happened, but when he turned nineteen, he was a pure vampire. He was the first vampire with wings, and his eyes had three colours. They could change from red to purple and blue. His natural eye colour was emerald, green, just like Ragnor. Unlike the other vampires who were turned or born by vampire parents, he was different. He had pure human parents but someone turned into a vampire. He was perceived as dangerous as any wea

“There is a reason why the mark of the Phantoms is the butterfly. It is for the sole reason alone that the butterfly is the most mysterious and also the most beautiful creature in the world.” Kenji smiled wistfully. “It first started out as a caterpillar. Then a larvae. Then it became the beautiful butterfly. No one will ever suspect the beautiful butterfly of anything. That’s similar to how the Phantoms of Hati actually work. No one who saw a Phantom will suspect them of anything until it is too late.” “A butterfly…” Yuri muttered to herself.

After a passionate session on the staircase, Wynn picked her up and carried her to her bedroom before getting a bath ready for them. Inside the bathtub, Princess Bently lay with her back against Wynn’s chest. “I thought vampires exist only at night.” “It sounds like you still don’t believe me,” Wynn said, biting his own wrist open. “What are you doing?!” Princess Bently turned half around, shocked at the blood flowing from his wrist. “Just drink,” Wynn said, stretching his arm near her mouth. “No! I don’t want to be a vampire-werewolf,” Princess Benlty laughed hysterically.

The butler reappeared with two champagne glasses and gave them to Sebastian. Sebastian milked the man’s arm, cutting him once more, before filling the glasses. Once they were full, the butler took the man away. Sebastian handed me a glass and began to walk the lawn. It was a cool day, and the sun was out. I held my face up to the sun and then walked beside him. This man sparked my curiosity. I didn’t know much about the life of a vampire or the vampire world, for that matter. I was always working or being punished. My world was very small. “You do know it takes proper blood to keep a vampire in their best condition?”

She was so cautious in everything that she did with it, touching it lightly like she would hurt me if she didn't. Even the way she would slightly push on a certain spot to tell me to fold it a bit was gentle. "You're sure I'm not hurting or annoying you right?" she questioned yet again, drawing her hand back ever so slightly. I gave a small nod, "I'm sure." It would take a lot more than whatever a human could do to hurt a vampire's wings. They only showed up when we were in danger for a reason. And she wasn't even close to being annoying.