Cain Vampire Novels & Stories

But holding it in wasn't going to make her situation any better. "Damn it Khloe I'm not going to punish you for crying." I finally said. I guess that's all she needed to hear because the next thing I knew, she was burying her face in my chest, finally letting her feelings show. I just laid there, holding her there as she cried. Most Vampires don't understand the mentality of humans. They don't allow their pets to show emotions and then get bored of their pets because they act like emotionless zombies. They don't understand that forcing a human to suppress how their feeling is just setting them up for failure.

The smell of blood moved the ears of the vampires whose red eyes quickly darted to find the source of the blood. Cain spend no time in running toward the left side of the forest, making his way back to the village. There he entered one of the house. The vampires followed him like a torrent, using their entire force to chase after him. When he entered the house, they rushed in, filling almost the entire corner of the house with their presence, knocking everything around them in chase for their prey. Cain let for the vampires to surround him before breaking one of the window glass for his escape. He then threw the torch inside the house that quickly set ablaze.

I was a descendant of a vampire? “Alina,” Erick started and got up from his seat to stand next to me, placing his hand on my lower back reassuringly, “this is Aaron Cain, a part of the vampire nobility and the head of the Cain clan, your great grandfather. It was his son that married a human.”

David Winston was the first Vampire king who won ten kingdoms after defeating the Dragon king Marcus III and the werewolf king Pyrus, the blood hunter. Elsa read a lot about their journey when she came across a picture that had written about a night creature's consummation. It was such an awful picture. Elsa averted her eyes and slid her fingers to the other page because she didn't want to read it, and the little knowledge her maids gave was enough to understand what was on this page. “Don't,” a cold voice whispered and made Elsa jerk up in the seat with a scream, “O My god! “Shh! Your husband,” Gabriel laugh near her ears and held her in place.

He wore a full black suit with a crimson red mantle that covered most of his lower face but did not muffle his voice; some sort of crest on the front, holding it in place. “No sir.” I whispered, struggling to hold myself on one knee; my master never made me stay like this for so long. The first vampire smiled wildly; his voice thick with the accent of old. “I am Sebastian Phantomhive and these are my children Elizabeth and Vincent.” I gasped, bolting upright as panic swept through me; the Phantomhive’s were the sworn enemy of my master, he hated them with every fibre of his being, and I was sure the feeling was mutual. They were the ones who began the war centuries ago, and there has been a

“Let him go.” The velvety, rich voice cuts into Stephan’s sentence like a knife to softened butter. Stephan flinches at the same terrifying voice that manages to bring me relief. It’s Caius. My vampire. “Afraid I can’t do that,” Stephan says. “Boss’ orders, you see.” Caius lowers the hood of his cloak to reveal red orbs of insatiable fury. His features are menacing against the moonlight, and he turns slowly to face Stephan and me.

"He is right behind me. I shall wait in his chambers." The tall, imposing vampire stops in his tracks, his piercing eyes locking onto me. He is a high-born warrior from the Valecrest Vampire Bloodline, a male I recall seeing around the Draven Blood Manor during my adolescent years. He extends a pale, clawed hand. "I am Cassian Valecrest. You possess an incredibly familiar aura, little wolf." "I have seen you lurking in Master Draven's shadow-ring," I reply, meeting his gaze without flinching. His dark eyes narrow, a wicked smirk playing on his lips as he steps closer, his scent of ozone and cold steel filling my senses. "I am absolutely certain my beast would remember a gorgeous, enticing fe

Clementine POV "Listen, students of Vampire High, welcome to National Vampire High Day year 29768." Chairman's introduction that we are at the top of the stage with some board of Chairman. Everyone applauded so I just joined. "Today, we're going to celebrate it. But first, we the board Chairman of Vampire high wants to say Thank you to the Vaughn family." The Chairman said that's why everyone looked at our behavior. Wrong, they Fin turned out. The twins just smiled with Creed except for Fin who had no emotion.

A silence where there should have been a song. A speaker crackled overhead. Voss's voice, calm and cold, the same voice that had once offered me tea while threatening to burn me alive. "Magnificent, isn't he? Decades of work. I call him Cain. The first of a new species. No mates, no pack, no weakness. He's what werewolves were always meant to be." "Voss," I said, and my voice was steady even though my heart was pounding. "Show yourself."

But before I could respond, Caius continued, launching into a manic rant. “You know what I realized?” he asked, his loud voice dripping with condescension. He said the next sentence slowly, enunciating every word as if he were teaching a child an important lesson. “Why keep chasing after someone who is hunting you?” Finally he moved into my view. Caius was hideous. The oldest of all known living vampires, and some sort of hybrid being, for sure. There were no other vampires walking the earth today that were built like Caius. At least none I’d ever heard of.He was big. Even taller than me, if you counted the length of his horns. His bald, wrinkled head was atrociously huge, his fangs double t