Cia Vampires Novels & Stories

The air inside was warm, a little heavy with the scent of mint and something faintly sweet. I moved to the living room and sat on the far end of the couch. She didn’t join me right away. She walked over to the window, pulling back the curtain to look out at the dark trees. “You okay?” I asked. “Define ‘okay.’” I waited. She let the curtain fall and turned toward me. “You’re a vampire.” I nodded. She didn’t flinch. “And Sienna’s a witch. And Isaac too?” I nodded again. “Same as me. Just more annoying.”

All of which led to Cade. “Despite his uncanny resemblance to Marius” she continued, a bored tone to her voice. “He is not of his line, however, we do have someone who is.” A slow, cruel, smile curved her blood red lips. Marius, I concluded, was the original vampire, Andromeda’s lover. At least now I had a name to tell Cade if I ever got out of here. She continued to walk further into the room, her eyes taking it in and she seemed satisfied.

Radomir scoffed. “I haven't got all day little girl” he replied angrily and knocked the knife out of her hand. “Bring the girl. And kill him”. ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ “It was just... a bite” Jace winched. “From a thousand-year-old vampire” Cassandra said. “Now stay still!” she scolded, treating his wound.

Clementine POV With Creed we went to the Chairman's office. When we entered the Chairman's office, Creed and I were immediately exposed to three Vampire High students. Two of them were women, they were bent over and the man was looking straight at me. She had a bruise on her side lip. It is possible that these three have a case. The Chairman sat us in front of the three while he sat in his chair. I looked at the Chairman. He turned to look at me.

It was so clear that their faces were plastered with anticipation that John, Ezi, and I had finally found the doctor, “How are the rogue vampires, gentlemen? “I referred to Zach and Viktor. “If you look up and see the fireworks, my lady. Those are the left of them… “Viktor answered while smirking and gesturing for us to look up. His was-once-brown eyes now turned blue and glowed as they now belonged to the powerful vampire cop he was now. We stopped to look up so I whispered to the doctor who was standing so tall behind me, “Those fireworks, doctor, are the left of the rogue vampires.”

Thankful that I can't feel anything anymore. My name is Cassandra Wright I'm 18 years old and this is my story, my life. I am from the Crescent moon pack or should I say I was until I had to run for my life. The Crescent moon pack is one of the largest packs in America and has some of the strongest warriors. My father is a werevolve and the Alpha of the pack my mother was something different a hybrid vampire-witch. And what does that make me you wonder I'm one of a kind a werewolve, witch and vampire. I'm a tribrid.

He assured as he ran forward. The vampires lashed back at immense speed no one noticed, they crashed against Rapidfire in little time driving him back a little but instead of landing on his back, Rapidfire skillfully landed on his feet. Catherine launched in like a rocket and sparred at the female vampire so heavily they both crashed against a packed car.

“There were other cases like this in the city, grandfather. We've discovered that there are an increased number of missing women daily. You know what this means, right?” Her grandfather doesn't know how to react even though he knows what Akira means. “I think there was a breach. I believe some vampires have already escaped the Riparian zone and sneaked in to mate with our female citizens to produce dhampir.” Akira muttered but enough for her grandfather to hear. Anger is evident in her voice despite having a cold expression.

He couldn’t face one more loss, but his bride, his only bride that he almost lost himself, stood alone and vulnerable, facing enemy vampires. Taking up position next to her, he looked down at Lydia’s headless corpse. The vampire that killed her held her head aloft, ululating in the night sky. And Aster was angry. He didn’t need the bond to know this. She looked at Rowan, her eyes filling with tears, then back at the mad vampire. “Who are you?” she asked softly. “I am Cyrus’s oldest son. Daniel” She nodded slowly, and Declan’s insides turned to water. Her eyes were cold, dead. “We told you to go home.”