Cain Vampire Novels & Stories

Cain took the glass from my hands and placed it down next to me on the countertop, seeking my full attention. "The part about where I said I'd killed every woman whom I've ever slept with," he said. "So you didn't kill them?" I asked. He took a deep breath, obviously trying to figure out how to explain himself. "I did," he admitted. My eyebrows furrowed. "Wait," I said, holding a hand up. "What exactly are you trying to clarify? It just seems like you're reiterating what you've already said." "Remember how I told you that Vampirism is a communicable disease? That it enters the body like a virus through an open wound?" He asked.

Ethan's chuckle made us face him. "Nothing you would offer me would make me give away my identity or people, unlike some others." He glanced at Adrian who looked down. Adrian's face showed anger and sadness. He looked at me, silently asking for me to just leave my enquiry as it was of no use. I reached out and held his hand. "I would say though, it is my greatest pleasure to have met the person who was able to lead the heart of our most vibrant and loyal warriors astray." I sharply looked at Adrian. He was a vampire warrior?

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had surv

The elder vampire turned around, with the gun still in his hand, and pulled the trigger. Mason's eyes widened and he gasped as the vervain bullet pierced through his skin and became lodged in his chest. He staggered back and fell to the ground, unmoving. Harley screamed as Demitri pulled the trigger two more times to triple the dosage of vervain; making it impossible for Mason to break through.

A few minutes later, Kyra fell asleep as well. ------- Hunters surround the vampire, who was told to have caused the suspect to become a vampire who kills women. The vampire looked around. “What does that mean, Alpha?” “You are the one I should ask. What are you doing? Why did you break the code?” Cain asked. The female vampire did not speak immediately. Cain’s long nails came out. Cain raised his hand when, from nothing, a vampire suddenly appeared. It would have hurt Cain, but Cael immediately approached his father. Cael scratched at the body of the vampire. It flew into the distance.

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

Sobs rack through my body as I hold Cain back. Cain watches Elijah and just like Elijah came from nowhere… He uses his vampire speed and disappears.

“Kain did nothing to you.” I look into Kain’s blue eyes—it must be the only thing stopping me from killing him, that he is not a Cosasi vampire but a Dacian one. While the Cosasi and the Dacian vampires have the same ancestors, the Dacian vampires are at least decent, not like the Cosasi, that love to destroy lives. ‘Kill him,’ Raven snarls. I would love nothing more than to free the world from another vampire, but Kain has proved that he is not a piece of shit like all the other vampires I have met.

Saxon watched it all from a secure line in the bunker. He saw Cain walk through the smoke like a demon, bloody and beautiful, mowing down resistance with efficiency only earned through war. Until finally— Cain stood in front of Vincente. Gun raised. Vincente smirked. “You look good when you’re angry.” Cain’s eyes didn’t waver. “You look better on your knees.” Vincente’s smirk widened. “Make me.” Cain fired. Not at his head. At his thigh. He screamed. Cain stalked forward, grabbed him by the hair, and whispered, “This is for Saxon.”