Carl Yeager Vampire Novels & Stories

Camlin retrieved the rapier to toss it again. “Vampires,” Kayla whispered as realization struck her. The rapier was of silver, and it burned the soldier. The three v’s on their arm badges. Terror consumed Kayla. “V Empire.” A loud bang. The glass wall behind Kayla and the rest shattered, shards of glass flying through the air. They parried the shards with their hands shielding their eyes, swiveling their heads aside. Some shrieked and bent over. The next second, one of the vampires flew into the room through the broken glass and grabbed Kayla, disappearing immediately.

Carl asked with an unbothered face and made himself comfortable on the seat, as he was absolutely fine with any sarcasm or the verbal play card Gabriel was using. “I was wondering, what are you, actually?” Gabriel said with a laugh and he was impressed with the way called was so calm in front of him. “Hm! Why can't I be a human, your Grace?” Carl spoke out with a hum and the way his face contorted with furtive creases made Gabriel more interested in Carl. “You know why. Don’t you?” “You are not a vampire, not a dragon either. Maybe you are a witch like your mother," Gabriel added, raising an eyebrow. Although he didn't think of him as a witch. It was how the conversation started.

I tried keeping Carlson just within my reach as I kept shooting until both guns clicked empty and I threw them to the side and grabbed my knives. I had been bitten about ten times already as the vampires tried taking me down to the floor. I saw Carlson as he reached the front door, he turned around and grinned at me as he faced the door again and I saw him fly backwards and slide across the tiled floor and I stopped him with my foot. “Little Ryder!” Tank’s voice echoed through the foyer. I saw vampires go down as Elio and Basil made swift work of them and Tank was shooting the ones that tried to swarm me, I killed three more and felt the last two being lifted off of me as I caught sight of M

I smirk as I press the end to his exposed heart, sending jolts of pain through his body as he screams. Screaming in my presence won’t save you from the inevitable. Some would say I give a shit about Gianna. I don’t, but none shall come for what’s mine and live to tell the tale. Carl is all but dead by the time I’m done, yet I need the information he can no longer give me. Before he takes his last breath, I need to read his mind. I hand the cattle prod to Josh, and he takes it. I then place my hands on either side of Carl’s head, calling on my vampiric powers.

"Are you a doctor or something? I can't figure out what you just wrote." Carl's lips curled. The unspoken taunt in that slight movement was painfully apparent. Violet scoffed. It wasn't her fault. Just then, Reed opened the door. "Mr. Walker, we caught two more assassins from Novya Guild. We're just about to …" "Got it." Carl interrupted coldly. Reed glanced at Violet before clamping his mouth shut. Meanwhile, Violet's anxiety had reached an all-time high. She knew that Carl had been targeting the assassins from Novya Guild lately, but could he really have succeeded this time?

The day i went up the warehouse in broad daylight coming back into the darkness with a mad dying young vampire. Daylight should have stripped everything to the bone, but some nights refuse to let sunlight hold them. I remember stepping into that space, the way the light changed the angles of bodies. The vampire we had found was like a moth collapsing on itself, eyes rimmed with the wrong color. He had smelled of cheap cologne and old wounds. I had watched him die and felt an absurd shame for the satisfaction that sat beside the necessity. “So club Volvo is associated with this Gabriel Arande Reyes? That’s the name of the mad vampire isn’t it? The one we’ve suspected was from Texas because of

"They're fine." VAMPIRE EMPIRE. THE VAMPIRE EMPIRE WAS BEEN HEAD BY DYLAN KAY, Dylan Kay, the first vampire who had live for three centuries and still very strong. Almost everyone fear him. He had gone deep down into some exile after hitting a werewolf, who had run away from him some few years ago.

A voice from the crowd interrupted, "How would expelling Yadiel be advantageous for vampires? After all, he ensures a steady supply of fresh human blood." With a nod of acknowledgment, Victor clarified, "While Yadiel's provision may seem beneficial to many, his exorbitant fees and the occasional tainted blood supply are significant drawbacks. More importantly, I detest the concept of 'blood bags'—human beings reduced to mere sustenance. My mother is human; I fled the palace in my youth to prevent her from becoming a blood slave to my father. Vampires often seek human companions, and it’s not uncommon for humans to become vampire mates. To prey on potential mates is profoundly abhorrent to me

Valerie gasps sharply, turning even paler as she recalls that day months ago in the ceremonial hall when Caroline shifted and charged toward her to scratch her face. This bitch had wanted to kill her back then, and she is threatening her now. Valerie's earlier smug demeanor vanishes instantly, replaced by a raw, vicious panic. However, after being exposed and humiliated in front of the watching staff, Valerie's rage overcomes her fear. She is a century old Vampire, how can she be afraid of a lowly slave who thinks she's worthy to threaten her. “You lowly slave!” Valerie screeches. In a flash of pure rage, she moves with her Vampire speed, her hand blurring through the air as she swings a vic

The lead vampire staggered back, his cloak aflame, his smug expression twisted into fury. “Untrained whelp,” he snarled, voice guttural now. “You’ll burn yourself before you burn us all.” Kaelen dropped to his knees, chest heaving, the poker melted into slag in his hand. The heat was too much—his skin blistered, his muscles trembled. He felt as though something vast and alien had clawed its way out of him, leaving him hollow. The vampire lunged again, fury driving him. Kaelen could barely lift his head. But Elira was there, staggering to her feet, dagger clenched tight. She met the creature mid-strike, plunging the blade into his chest.