Dark Vampire Novels & Stories

There was only two kind of people who knew about our existence, the vampires and witches, but we never got across to one another, we all just stayed within our boundaries , we don't meet them, they don't meet us. I got into my black Toyota corolla sport car, I needed to go simple, the last thing I needed was some nosey human sticking in my business and asking stupid ass questions. I sped down the highway, sped was an over statement, the car kept stopping along the road, I was only minutes away from the office, the car backfired again. This was the little consequence I had to suffer for my actions and dad was basically punishing me for refusing to join the family business, and most importantl

They were a family, bound not by blood but by their shared devotion to their lord. As the rogue vampires approached, Derek could see the hunger in their eyes. They were savage, driven by an insatiable lust for power and blood. They had once been part of his coven, but their thirst for dominance had turned them into bloodthirsty monsters. With a wave of his hand, Derek summoned his powers, calling forth the darkness that was his ally. Shadows twisted and writhed around him, granting him enhanced strength and agility. His fangs elongated, sharp and deadly, ready to sink into the flesh of his enemies.

she replied, glancing at Theo with concern. Before they could react, a figure leaped out from the shadows. It was a vampire. He lunged at Theo, knocking him down and sinking his teeth into his leg. Theo cried out in pain, trying to fight off the attacker. Sarah acted swiftly, leaping at them and trying to slash at the vampire whose reflexes were faster than she could keep up with.

Our quiet Villa in Lake Tahoe…was no longer hidden. Inferno stirred behind Alejandro’s gaze, approving, ancient and steady. And Lord Valerius Drakon, vampire of the old blood, exile of centuries…took his place among us. The first of many.

Its tip glowed with a sinister light—Dragon's Blood Toxin, designed to cripple high-ranking vampires. A searing pain shot through my veins. I let out a choked cry as blood rapidly stained my white silk gown. "Elena!" Damien’s usually calm eyes were now a storm of fury. A terrifying power exploded from him, freezing the very raindrops in the air. With a lazy flick of his wrist, the assassin in the tower was torn apart by invisible shadows, dissolving into a silent red mist. Damien immediately wrapped me in his wing-like black cloak, swept me into his arms, and teleported us back to his chambers.

The click echoed like a death knell. The room wasn’t anything like mine back at home, but it seemed to have been prepared beforehand, deep red velvet drapes, a large four-poster bed, and the unmistakable scent of old blood and hunger. A dark, hungry vampire stepped out from the shadows. His eyes were completely black, fangs fully extended, body coiled with predatory need. “Well, well,” he purred, voice like smoke and venom. “A fresh, unawakened little thing. How generous of your sister to offer you up.”

Andro has to fight to stay by his mate's side and fight off the new enemy waging a war against his family; his mafia family while protecting his identity as a vampire. CHAPTER ONE Annika’s POV In the chant of the black night, the stars were the choir, they were nights singing in an unusual pattern, singing a tone of death. Few minutes past ten, the once-cleared skies had transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black as the night laid down in a blanket of darkness.

"And unexplained Neratomay deaths?" On that I hesitated. "None that I'd describe as unexplained." Malarias stared at me. "A vampire not five years turned did not properly secure his home," I continued. "Sleep took him while in the living room of his house. A human opened the door, and he never woke again. Two others died in a sanctioned battle, and Tyler was sent to handle two others."

He looked at me with disappointment. "How many times would I have to tell you this Amaya, I would never in my life hurt you." "How am I even supposed to stick with that when I don't even know your name?" "Faire enough." He chuckled. "My name is Damon." Damon, that's a nice name. Wait a damn minute. "Damon Salvatore?" I questioned. Even though they looked nothing alike, I couldn't help myself from asking. I mean what a coincidence this was. Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon.

Because this was none other than Damien Vandolff, the Vampire King. Damien was perfection personified. Built the size of a battle tank, a physique to die for and a face so unparalleled in beauty that no one can forget it once they had a look. His hair appeared black in the darkness but I knew that it was originally a very, very dark shade of red. He was the most coveted and the most dangerous creature on the planet. Except, he didn’t just break hearts, he crushed them in the palm of his hands, after ripping it out of the person’s body.