Centaur Vore Novels & Stories

The presence here is so heavy, so I am becoming too nervous right now. I was just standing in front, looking around, waiting for something to happen. I took a deep sigh and then said, "Uhm, A pleasant day to you, our deity. I am the heiress of Vamparia, Celestine Duke, and I came again to this place to ask for your favor."

He was too lenient in tormenting me, unlike what he did to Danrious. Perhaps he's so furious with Kaelyn because she's Tita Rose's daughter from his first marriage. I walked down the hallway, carrying the books I borrowed from the library. The final exams are approaching, and even though I might be a vampire, I still need to study to interact with people. I looked at my arm, which was growing pale, with my green and violet veins prominently visible. Glancing at the clock as I passed by, I realized it was already morning, and I needed to hurry home.

Vines and branches entangled their wings, bringing some of the creatures crashing down where werewolf and dwarf waited to finish them. Kamila, noticing the clusters of Viedagrons advancing, pointed out their vulnerability — a slender gap at the nape of each beast's neck. Relaying this crucial information through Kai, she directed the centaur archers to focus their aim on these weak spots. The centaurs, taking position, let loose a flurry of arrows, their tips alight with magical fire borrowed from dwarf-forged embers. The arrows found their marks, causing the Viedagrons to stagger, their molten blood hissing as it met the cool morning air.

"I can read your vile and sick thoughts. You all are a bunch of rapists!" "What are you - some kind of witch?" Gaylord asked, he had never come across a witch that could read minds before. "Julia, don't answer him," Dimitri announced as he and the others walked up to the scene. "Centaurs are the most devious creatures in the supernatural community, and they find pleasure in raping women and some men too." "Oh Vampire, you are alive. How did you survive that?" Gaylord asked. "The poison should have killed you."

The centaur scans our group slowly, and the predatory gleam in his eye whenever it lands on one of the women makes my skin crawl. “We’ll take the females,” he says. “We’re bored.” Instantly, the growls from the mated males rumble like thunder. Alexander just cracks his knuckles and tilts his head side to side, stretching out his neck. “Let’s just get this over with.” The centaur smirks. “And your weapon, human?” Alex smiles—and then his fingers shift, claws extending like blades. “Daggers.” The centaur’s grin falters, just for a beat. Clearly, he hadn’t expected us to be anything but mortal. But he recovers quickly. “Fine.”

Damon yelled again, his breath fanned over her head that made Cent scrunched her face with annoyance. Cent kicked his leg with all her might. “Hey, shut it!” Upon realizing that he was talking to someone else like a lunatic, Cent clicked her tongue as she glared openly at him – which he also met with equal fervent. Cent continued, “Are you going loco, huh? Stop yelling and accept that you’re dying with me.” Damon was about to retort when the small wisp of azure aura turned bigger and brighter, crawling around the glowing hexagon.

“Just don’t mistake my daughter for a tool you can pick up and put down on the board.” “Nor Nightfang’s heir,” Kael added. “I’m done being a blade passed from hand to hand when convenient.” Veyra’s gaze lingered on him for a breath, reassessing. She’d always known him as Voran’s weapon, the thing pointed at enemies. Seeing him push back—calmly, not with teenage fury—was new. Lucian leaned back slightly, letting the murmurs rise and fall for a moment before he spoke again.

I didn’t know what they saw when they looked at me, but I knew it was more than what I showed them. That was the part that scared me most. Caelum pushed his chair back, the sound scraping over the tension in the room. “We all know this breach was no random act. The scent on the wind told me exactly who sent them. Silver-blooded mercenaries, likely bought and paid for by the Hawthorne pack elders.” His eyes locked on Voss, though there was no accusation in the look. “They are angry because I refuse to take the mate they chose for me. I told them I would never claim Briar. My mate is Nora.”

"He isn't bothering anyone. He works." "No?" Vaelor crouched down directly in front of Umbra. The hound immediately bared his long fangs, a low, dangerous rumble vibrating deep within his chest. Instead of stepping back, Vaelor smiled cruelly, channeling a visible, corrosive spark of his decay Authority into his bare fingertips. The air warped with the scent of rot. "I think he forgets his place. Perhaps his worthless black blood belongs on the underside of my boots."

Plus one vampire observer. The Battle of the Rookeries is about to begin.