Cain Vampire Novels & Stories

I ask, and I watch Talvin nod his head yes. On his eighteenth birthday, Talvin had asked for one thing: to become a Vampire and be mated to Sydney. After becoming a vampire myself, I could not say no to him. “Please, guys?” Talvin whispers from the room. “It would be our honor.” Lawler agrees immediately. “I will help you in any way that I can,” I confirm as well. “Ok, let’s take them to dinner then,” Sydney confirms before going into the room to talk to them.

* * Well what are we waiting for, lead the way boy! I turn and rush back the way I came, back into the forest as I hear pounding on the ground behind me. A few of the warrior wolves also joined us as we raced back to the clearing. *Oh! there's a young vamp, he is helping so take it easy on him* I mentioned before one of the others tear Sean into small pieces. We have always despised vamps, they kill for no good reason and are a menace to the world. Any chance we get to eliminate one we take it, and we enjoy it.

"Why have me sign that contract and stay here?" Federico couldn't tell Hailey the truth—that he believed he may carry his chosen blood. That's what made her special. Every vampire had their own unique chosen blood—blood that was more flavorful and powerful to that vampire. The odds of finding the exact carrier were incredibly low. That's why as soon as Federico suspected Hailey might contain his chosen blood, he had insisted she stay by his side. But Federico couldn't just keep Hailey as a blood pet—not in this day and age. With social media and how much more advanced police gadgets had gotten, that would almost certainly lead to mortals uncovering the truth about the existence of vampires.

Although she wasn't expecting an answer, she asked anyway. Akira's anxious about how a vampire could enter the safest place in the city. “For the fall of the king and rise of the new king.” The vampire guard muttered, and Akira heard it. ‘King? New King?’ “For the fall of the king and raise of the new king.” He muttered it repeatedly like a chant. The vampire's mouth was pouring saliva so thick and in the color blue. It reminded Akira of rabies, and she also saw it in pictures. Traces of thick things on the scene and the color blue weren't able to be identified back then. But after long research, it belonged to a dhampir.

before Monty could rush to the door, Caine shut it right in his face. Monty paused for a moment and clutched his throbbing forehead that had collided with the metal. Caine looked at Monty with a menacing stare. He didn't look like the normal Caine that Monty had seen once in Hericon. His eyes had even taken a slightly scarlet hue. Caine hit the iron bars of the door of the dungeon multiple times so that the unconscious lycans shook and woke from their unconscious state. He pointed a finger at them. “Your king is dead, so are the fools who wanted to save the vampire world. I am the only king that you will ever have.”

mortal. "You... you ruined it," Cain whispered, touching his bleeding face. "I was perfect." "You were a statue," Jack spat. "Now you’re just ugly." Cain’s expression shifted. The arrogance vanished, replaced by a cold, reptilian cunning. He looked past Jack. He looked at the service hatch where Catherine and Olivia had just emerged. Catherine had her rifle raised, but she was out of breath. Olivia was clutching her bear, staring at the sky. "I see," Cain smiled. The smile was terrifying. "I can't beat the arm. It’s a hard counter to my energy. But..."

He says, his eyes falling on a wide-eyed Caterina. “Those scars on your neck, who caused them?” Cat asks, looking small in the plush leather seat next to Kai. Cain blinks at her question, then his eye flashes blue, catching her off guard. “Alberto Argenti with his claws dipped in vamp blood; he was ruthless at the time and vied for the spot of Alpha. He also raped my mother and forced my father to watch.” He says through gritted teeth, his jaw tensing up as he speaks.

Vincent is trapped inside the church and unable to escape. There are some anxieties he has to face. The first thing Vincent regarded was that the sun would kill him. He knew vampires were super sensitive when exposed to ultraviolet light. Despite this yesterday, Vincent was fine walking in the sun. He only felt a little sore, unlike the first day he had just turned into a vampire.

More than drinking human blood or the blood of any common vampire, I could feel the way it heightened my senses and made me stronger. Strong enough to appear before Bristol Cainan, hundreds of years old as he was, without him being able to stop me. I slammed my fist down into his face as hard as I could and watched as he flew back into the metal trash bins behind him. His body dented and broke the bins in half, but I wasn't done with him. My elongated fangs snapped at him now, tore at the skin of his arms as he tried to block my attacks, and ripped ripe down to the bone. My teeth felt like the jaws of death, and I had revenge in my sight.

Yet, among the myriad tales, two origins eclipse all others with their grotesque allure. The first speaks of a divine curse, where Cain, the Biblical figure marked by God, was condemned to an eternity of bloodlust. His once-human form twisted into a monstrous demon, cursed to wander the earth as the first vampyre. Over centuries, he donned countless identities, his latest mask being none other than William the Conqueror—a warlord whose thirst for blood was rivaled only by his hunger for power.