Carl Yeager Vampire Novels & Stories

We consequently yelled, raising our glasses like some sort of pact. "To us, the pole strippers" She yelled as she laughed, rather loudly. "That gives us away too easily" I replied. "-the vamps" Jacq interrupted, hefting her glass a second time. "Too cliché" Wu eye rolled, bringing out her stash of blow. "Well, we can certainly cheer to one thing" I said as i held up her glass. "None of our lives is really a cliché" "To us, the vamps" I raised my glass again with a smile.

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

It was frustrating, but she decided to stand back and just watch. She gasped when the tallest of the new vampires grabbed the Elder’s neck and snapped it, making him fall to the ground. Ruby let out a scream, which he couldn’t hear. She wasn’t sure if this Elder was dead or not; was it that easy to kill them? As if to answer her unspoken question, another of the vampires searched the elder and came across a silver stake which he soon plunged into his heart. Ruby felt weak; there was no doubt in her mind now, he was definitely dead.

But he could send others to make it clear that being near me was dangerous for anyone human. Could make me so isolated, terrified, that I’d have nowhere to turn except back to him. The door opened and Karl walked in carrying a tray of food. His expression shifted immediately when he saw my face. “What’s wrong?” he asked, setting the tray down. I pointed at the TV with a shaking hand. “Two students found dead in the woods.” Karl’s eyes went to the screen, and his jaw tightened. “Karl,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Those wounds… they weren’t from animals. They were from vampires.”

He led the fight, showing unwavering determination and guided his pack with bravery and skill. In the midst of the chaos, a vampire pounced on Tyler, sinking its teeth deep into his flesh. Pain shot through his body as the venom spread, threatening to take over. His vision blurred, and he staggered back, holding onto his wound. A female Omega, witnessing the attack, quickly slaid the vampire. She hurried to Tyler's side, her eyes filled with fear and worry. "General! No!" she cried out, her voice desperate. She reached out to him, her touch gentle but urgent.

I always have. "Oh." Aya winced inwardly. So her dad had been lying to them for years. "I was recently given a new assignment—to create a special team for the purpose of eliminating the most dangerous threat mankind has ever faced." She swallowed hard. "Vampires?" "Yes." Karl leaned back in his seat. "Five months ago, I was in St. Petersburg when I spotted a man attacking a woman. I drew my weapon. Told him to release her and back away. When he let go, she collapsed in the snow. I fired my weapon, but it didn't faze him. Then this chill came over my mind, and I heard a voice telling me to forget. And then he vanished. I checked the woman. She was dead with two punctures on her neck."

His sharp gaze scanned the gathering of vampires, their expressions a reflection of the gravity of the situation. Carlile, a steadfast ally at Silas's side, cast a glance towards his friend. The unspoken understanding between them conveyed a shared concern for the impending battle and, more poignantly, for the safety of the Lycan alpha, who had unwittingly captured Silas's heart.

The warriors smiled when they saw their alpha, they knew that the vampires had signed their death warrants. Carl took off running going in the direction of the packhouse, he got into the forest running at full speed, jumping logs and breaking twigs with his massive paws. The trees passed by fast as he ran past them in full speed, he came to view of the packhouse from the Northern border and he saw the fight that was happening in front of the packhouse.

For the next few hours, I will be Caleb Black, the most feared rogue in Romania. Twigs snap behind me. “You are late,” I say to Yavor, a bounty hunter vampire—one of the few vampires I tolerate. “Finding your next victim was not as easy as the other Omegas you asked me to find for you,” Yavor complains as he drags after him a female. Her hands are bound with silver shackles, a chain attached to them. A gag is in her mouth, preventing her from talking or screaming for help. Like someone will come to her rescue.

“If I didn’t come with her today, I wouldn’t find out that her boss is not a human!” Caled was taken aback by what I just said. “What?” “I saw that tall pale guy and I sensed danger from him. I believe he isn’t a human nor a werewolf—” “A vampire?” Caled asked. “Vampire? From what I heard from Dad, vampires fell asleep years ago after Mom died. Are you saying that… they’re awake now?” Caled clenched his jaw and held my arm, “Go wear something first. You should’ve just answered my calls instead of making me mad.”