Cullens Vampire Novels & Stories

He ordered with a smirk. The silver haired vampire, Carl, did exactly that and handed the tool over to his leader, stepping back and leaning against the wall, waiting patiently for the show to begin. Demitri gripped the iron poker tightly and dragged it along the middle of Mason's t-shirt, ripping it open and exposing his bare chest.

The Vampire interrupts with boredom, his nails elongating in a flash and driving into her neck at the same time he plunges his other hand through her chest. "If you were offering her to me instead, I might've been nice to end you peacefully. Too bad" He steels his words, now pulling a smirk onto his lips as he stares directly at Devon who's madly struggling against the pinning force crippling his chances at the Vampire. Diana wrings her face and writhes her body from inner and outer agony as blood spills out the punctures on her body and down her chin from her crumpled lips. Horror corrupts my being to watch life seep out of someone. Happening right before my expanding eyes and crushing hear

I couldn’t afford to have misplaced hope – especially when the odds were stacked against him. Even if he had killed Bethan, that did not absolve him of his other possible crimes. The story of Lady Luna had built the bonfire, and the possibility that Cyrus – the only other person in Seafall that we knew of who had knowledge of the vampires – had staked a vampire had sparked the match.

The one or two Council members still present were not hurrying to rescue their Elder. Hillson had stopped his mewling, and the skin on his cheek slid away. Along with the majority of his face, he had lost the mark that Tyler had inflicted on him. His face might even grow back, but he wouldn't pass for human until it did. He was much luckier than the first Vampire who had broken Tyler's wrist. He was nothing more than a streak of ash on the stone floor.

“You know him, Avery?” “I mean—” “Yes, she does,” the vampire interrupted after hopping off of his horse. He then brought a hand up to lower his hood. His blood-red eyes were brighter than I remember. When Calum Reed strolled towards where we stood, Kyle’s fists were waving provocatively once more. “And there is something that we have to do. So, if you do not mind, step out of my way.” “No. She’s not going anywhere,” Kyle scoffed at him.

Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curiosity getting the best of him. Melia arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to tell you that," she replied firmly, her voice as cool as a winter breeze.

“Oh, you used to call me Pelly, Aunt Ros—Lucy. Aunt Lucy.” Lucianne couldn’t believe that she felt the warmth of a girl from a woman that was more than a millennium old. Nonetheless, she began, “Pelly, your email sounded urgent. What happened? And how can we help?” Pellethia’s smile fell in an instant, as did Octavia’s. The warm and welcoming atmosphere from before turned heavy and serious as Pellethia cleared her throat and began, “Aunt Lucy, last night, one of our villages, Falling Vines, was invaded. Every living vampire had been abducted. The scents left in most homes confirmed that lycans and werewolves had been there.”

They were mortal enemies of werewolves and were at war with them for a long time until a treaty was drawn by the first werewolves, and an ancient vampire family called the Cullens. Vampires lived forever, and never aged. Their bodies were as as hard as concrete, and as cold as ice. They couldn't be killed in any other way except by snapping their head off or exposing them to sunlight. I looked up from the book with a sigh. My grandpa had told me the story of the treaty when I was eight. The first vampire family, the Cullens and the first werewolves had come together to settle the waging war between their kind.

I saw wolves move in the shadows but I did not see their faces, just the way their eyes glowed with fire and their sharp fangs that they were exposing. and then I saw the one person that I could not get off of my mind— Cullen. He was standing there in the middle of the fire, tall and terrifying, and his eyes were glowing red. His hands were dripping with blood. My whole body became frozen where I stood. “Selena,” he called, his voice low and dangerous. I wanted to run, but my legs wouldn’t move. The wolves growled, the fire roared, and Cullen stepped closer with those bloody hands reaching out for me, scratching my hands and leaving behind what looked like scratches?

Celyn got in my face, her face twisted into a horrible snarl. If I wasn't in so much pain, I’d cower back from her. “You have no idea the things that lurk in this little head of mine. I promise you kiera Brooke, I am the worst thing that could ever happen to you. The kind of horror I can visit on you, you have never seen the likes of it. Go back to where you came from. There is no place for you here!!!” She snarled some more, baring her teeth at me. Fangs. Her front incisors on either side elongated and I was staring at honest to goodness fangs in Celyn’s mouth. It looked like something that belonged on an animal - or a vampire. Oh, holy shit! Celyn is a vampire, and she was going to drain m