Castlevania: Nocturne Black Vampire Novels & Stories

House Of Night BY P.C. CAST AND KRISTIN CAST Hogwarts for vampires? Yes, Harry Potter had his wizard school, but there are at least two series that give vampire teens their own school. First up: The House of Night series, six books written by P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast, a mother-and-daughter team from Tulsa, Okla. Marked, Betrayed, Chosen, Untamed, Hunted and Tempted. Vampires are chosen almost randomly, and they have to enter special academies, where they go through a program and slowly change — or die. This series is quite well-done, and has a lot of goddess theology and ritual in it.

Far beyond the borders of Briar Hollow stood a kingdom unlike any other. The Kingdom of Noctis. A land where the sun rarely shone through the endless mist. A land ruled by vampires. At its center rose Castle Nocturne. A colossal fortress carved from black obsidian stone. Its towers pierced the clouds. Its walls had stood for centuries. And upon the highest throne sat the most feared being in the supernatural world. The First Blood Vampire. King Lucien Draven.

she cursed. "I'm sorry, you're not answering so I thought you were back asleep or something bad happened," she shouted. Blake sighed in relief as he stared at his coffin. His room has no window, it was all dark and a black with red lining coffee was placed in the middle of the room, together with two more coffins. He didn't want anyone to see his room, although Veronica knew about him being a vampire, he didn't still want to let anyone see his strange room. After a few minutes, Blake went out of the door and Veronica was blushing real hard.

Surrounded by a black aura and flipping pages on its own, the book glowed ominously. She descended the ladder and approached it. As soon as she touched it, the book dropped, its dark magic vanishing. She knelt, examining the old black book, its scent and pages ancient. As she flipped through, she saw the list of vampire Supremes before the race split into two. Then she turned the page and saw the symbol of the black vampires. Her heart raced when she saw the image of the Thirteenth Prince of the blacks—Prince Zumir. Born on December 10, 1481, Zumir possessed powers unlike any blue-blooded vampire. His eyes were pitch-black and terrifying; his face alone could instill fear.

"With my recovered strength, plus the remaining nineteen top-tier vampires, it seems the direction of the battle is clear. I will be the victor." However, the smile that was on Ansel's lips faded. Swooossshhh~ … With a very fast movement, Ansel returned to his feet behind the remaining nineteen top-level vampires. Damien, who had closed his eyes, has now opened his eyes again. And what could be seen was, Damien's eyes were pitch black. All of his eyes turned black. There were red veins all over Damien's body that ran over his muscles to his neck. Crackkk~ … Crackkk~…

The once elegant figure is now twisted into a demonic entity, an incarnation of vampiric power at its zenith. The battlefield, bathed in the eerie glow of moonlight, became a theater for the convergence of primal forces. Dylan, now an unholy specter, exuded an aura of menace that sent ripples of fear through those who dared to witness his transformation. Chastity, standing resolute against this grotesque incarnation, faced a formidable adversary whose essence resonated with the darkest corners of vampiric lore.

my mother announced. “His name is Blake Black, from the family of Black, the former Crown Prince of the Vampires. He is half Vampire and half Siren and tonight after the mating ritual that we will perform for him and Luna, he will become part Lycan also. The leaders of the supernatural world have already started construction on their palace,” she continues.

The floor was white and the ceiling was white, but the lady standing in front of us was black. She was drop-dead gorgeous and the first black female vamp I'd seen. She wore a white gown of some billowy substance, shimmery silver eye shadow, and silvery lipstick, and she didn't look like some jacked-up Disco Queen from the 80's, either. Sister looked good. Alexis released his grip on my wrist. I rubbed it because the new brands had not begun to heal and his constant contact had refreshed the pain. He glided over to the female. I felt fine staying right where I was.

**Alina's POV** Blood splattered across the ground as the vampire's lifeless body crumpled, his severed head slipping from my grasp. The metallic scent clung to the air, thick and suffocating. I barely had time to breathe before another lunged at me, claws slashing through the night. I sidestepped, raking my own claws across his throat. A gurgled hiss escaped him as black blood oozed down his chest.

The bells of Blackthorn Castle rang thirteen times, their solemn echoes rolling across the vast Night Empire like an ancient warning. The haunting sound drifted through mist-covered forests, over jagged mountains, and across villages where sunlight had been nothing more than a forgotten legend for centuries. Every vampire, whether noble or commoner, knew exactly what the bells announced. The Blood Eclipse had arrived, and before the night ended, their king would stand beside the queen chosen by fate itself.