Centaur Vore Novels & Stories

“Her aura holds, but the rift’s hunger grows. The blade’s heart—it’s you, Convergence, or Voren. Choose, or she falls.” Cassia’s voice, a faint rasp, reaches me. “Lena… don’t… don’t give him anything.” Her aura flickers, crimson threads fading, and tears stream down my face, the blade heavy in my grip. The rift pulses, Voren’s aura—a black star, cosmic and ravenous—flooding the spire, his relic’s hum a thunderous echo in my mind.

>The Morrakai: pale as drowned corpses drifted barefoot through the crowd, their black-veined throat's humming hymns that made lesser vampires sway as if drunk >The Nosferati: gaunt and skeletal, prowled in silence at the festival’s edges, honored only for the terror their presence commanded. And weaving through them all came > The Veythar, silver-eyed predators who prided themselves on elegance, sipping on chalices. Other breeds filled in: >The Morvath breed: broad-shouldered and iron-eyed, wrestled one another in displays of strength, tearing stone pillars from the ground and hurling them like spears.

"Auraes are wind creatures, like the drows from our nature, and they are tricky spirits that take ethereal shapes and move around almost anywhere thanks to this, they can move into secured buildings like ours, and once they are in, they can materialize and be able to knock on doors or bring chaos. They do anything their God orders them, but Aeolus is not a God who is interested in this world much, hence they move and behave however they please." "Are we in any danger? Are they here between us?" Viorra asks a bit shaken, and I can't blame her, I am scared as well. "As soon as I get my hands on them… we won't have to worry about them anymore." Caleb says. "I will sink my fangs in them as well,

I moved forward, ready to attack the centaur whose chest was bleeding from where I had ripped it. He circled around me, trying to find an opening, but was coming up short. "Come get me, bastard." I growled, flashing my teeth. "Don’t be a little bitch." Bucking up, the centaur kicked out, nearly connecting with my skull, but I managed to jump out of the way. "Who is afraid?" The centaur growled, pulling a dagger from his hip.

Eleanor was puzzled, as she also examined the wounds that appeared to be typical for her. "Yes, it is. Perhaps you were wounded by a Dresiur, a dangerous wood-like creature that can be found throughout the forest. If this is not treated, it could cause you to have hallucinations and it will be triggering your desires, leading you to your own death." While getting a basin and towel from the cupboards, she said this seriously. Eleanor sat there, bewildered, staring at Asmia.

Even Celeste instinctively turned her head toward the sound. A tall, imposing man emerged slowly from the shadows at the far end of the terrace. His bespoke black tuxedo seemed to merge with the darkness itself, and each of his measured steps carried a quiet, terrifying authority. No one announced him. No one needed to. Lucien Blackwood. The true patriarch and head of the Blackwood empire. He was the man whose single signature could decide the fate of billion-dollar corporations overnight—the one man even Adrian addressed with absolute, trembling respect. The color drained completely from Vanessa's face, leaving her paper-pale.

People saw what I allowed them to see. "The eastern Veil is weakening faster," Kairos said from my right, dragging one finger across the marked territories. "Three vampire covens have already stopped responding to trade agreements." Uneasy murmurs moved through the chamber. I barely heard them because my attention had settled on Kairos again. He looked up and caught me staring. That same ugly instinct twisted through my gut immediately. Something about him felt wrong lately. Like rot hidden beneath silk. Kairos lifted one brow slightly. For one moment, I wondered whether wrapping a hand around his throat would finally silence the feeling.

The air inside the tent plummeted to an unnatural, suffocating chill, saturated with the foul stench of grave dirt, rotting copper, and forbidden flesh-magic. "You think this war is about gold?" Caleb shrieked, his eyes rolling back until the golden-brown color was completely swallowed by a sea of toxic, pulsating violet. "You think I need coin to command flesh? You are wolves! You are born to bleed! You are born to be fuel for my ascension!" Vorn’s eyes widened in sudden, primal horror as his canine instincts screamed a frantic warning. "What... what have you done to yourself—" Vorn lunged backward, drawing his greatsword, but he was already too late.

Maybe thinking about the right words to say. “ No, he didn’t got a bite though. He’s real vampire which mean he doesn’t a bite from vampire. He turn into the vampire itself when he turn into 18 years old. Real vampire and bite vampire is different. Real vampire has it special abilities, ” Harley explain everything carefully. Hope it doesn’t drive Adryan crazy. “ So you’re saying that I will turn into vampire once I turn 18 years old and I will have special abilities? Like what? I can fly? Breath forever underwater? Or sleep underground for the entire life?, ” Adryan clearly seem did not believe it.

“Dawn is merely two hours out and I’m due back for a meeting with the rest of the council.” Kane smiled with exuberance. “Well, then I’m happy to report that you’ll have something worth mentioning when you return.” He extended out his arm and guested over to me. “Our last meeting you said that I shouldn’t think about trying to make a deal with Burmstone if I didn’t produce something of actual value.” “Indeed,” Silas said grimly. “May I present Violet Viora? She is the true fated mate of our Lycan King, Lucian Thorne.”