Cullens Vampire Novels & Stories

While she was looking for answers to her questions, something caught her eye. "A black cape? Long-sleeved white shirt? And a red bow?” Cyrille's eyes begin to widen. "This is how a vampire dresses in classic Dracula films!" she exclaimed. “Oh my—” She couldn't finish her words and immediately covered her mouth to keep from shouting. She was overjoyed with the mixed emotions she was experiencing at the time, and she couldn't believe that after days of fruitless hunting, she'd have the good fortune to meet a vampire.

Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies. A pair of red eyes and two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth as though they were always meant to be there. Except there was no blood dripping from his mouth as always described in books. Yet, she was still scared senseless at the sight of a living, vampire right in front of her eyes. He moved closer to her again but this time, she was prepared and understood what he was. She lunged on her feet in fright and prepared to flee. But she had barely moved two steps when that figure appeared in front of her again.

Reacting swiftly, Raven crouched down, seizing a brief moment to slice her knife across the vampire's leg. Before it could fully recoil from the pain and retaliate, Nolan leaped into action, launching himself into the air and driving his knife straight into the vampire's heart. A dark substance, resembling blood, spewed from the vampire's mouth as it locked its angry gaze upon them. Unfazed, Nolan smirked in response, yanking the knife out of its lifeless heart, causing the vampire to crumple to the ground, dead. However, their victory was short-lived. In a matter of mere seconds, four other vampires came into the scene and circled them.

When the door opened, the light caught his wire-rimmed glasses, making his eyes invisible behind twin reflective discs. He was tall and handsome, with blond hair combed smoothly back from his forehead and light skin that seemed to glow in the dim cellar light. I couldn’t help but think of Dr. Cullen from those vampire movies—Carlisle Cullen. The irony wasn’t lost on me that my jailer and his medical accomplice shared a name. Good vampire, bad vampire—both feeding on me in their own way.

"We're okay, Blaire, but know that vampires aren't what they seem in movies and novels. They're mean and ruthless." "How do you know about vampire novels," I mumbled, feeling myself grow numb. "Jason let me do a little reading throughout the years. They are no Edward Cullens in real life." *** When we got to the pack house, I gestured for Caterina to follow Barbie as I walked around to the backyard and took a run for it. Well, the best run I could do on one crutch. Sure, call me childish, but I wanted to hide and gather my story before Luther got a hold of me.

Riley shivers. "Answer my question," I say simply. He coughs. "There is no one else," "You'd better reach for your gun." "Pardon?" "You are going to die now. I assume you prefer to die fighting.," "Miss Perne--" "I am five thousand years old." He blinks. "What?" I give him my full, uncloaked gaze, which I have used in the past--alone--to kill. "I am a vampire," I say softly. "And you have pissed me off."

“Besides you being a thief yes. I’ll come up with a cover story for you as soon as I work out all of the details.” “Cover story? Sounds like fun. Plus I’ve had no relationships that progressed past friendships. Cull would never allow it and he kept a very close watch when any men did show any interest. Those that did, without approaching him first with a substantial amount of money and talk of renting, were killed off. People tended to keep away after that happened a few times. One whore tried to call me a ‘Black Widow’. She only tried that once. Cull spoke to her after hearing about it and no one ever saw her again.” Draynon nodded, his mind taking in the new information before ret

He was deadly. “What is this, Nikolas?” Cullen asked, standing behind me. “I don’t know, but we are getting one of them alive,” I said, gritting my teeth. Nodding, Cullen took his weapon out. An excellent blade that he hid behind his coat. Cullen was a good fighter, one of a kind. He had learned Chinese fighting skills. Taking my blades out, I prepare. I had to be quick and get where Rose was. Making his move, the hunter attacked. Quick as a vampire, we fight on par—his whip destroying things. I dodge everything. Docking down, I move my right arm and stab him on his thigh. Yelling the hunter kneels, he grabbed his thigh.

“Make yourself cum.” Happily, Rhett thought as he gripped himself. He felt the fission pass through Talen’s c-ck and knew that the vampire was holding off on his own orgasm, waiting for Rhett to join him. Rhett groaned out his warning before the burn passed through him, and he wrestled off the c-ck ring in order to direct his cum over Talen’s legs as he swallowed the spill of the vampire’s cum down.

When Red asked why our identification laces differed from the other students, I told him that we were scholars. Actually, aside from Red and me, I no longer see any other mortals. During the first week of the school year, I saw some mortal students here, but after a few weeks, I observed that they had already started to vanish. Vampires are incredibly skilled at killing their victims, and no one will be able to determine the cause of death. "I'll just get some ice cream," red said, and I agreed. We both make our way to the canteen's freezer, and he takes a step back when he opens it.