Dark Vampire Novels & Stories

, he wanted to live, and not every go through any of this again. He said he thought to himself how he wanted the King to just stop fighting and relax so he could drain him of his life source and fully enjoy all of it. He said that is what happened. He overtook the King and killed him. He was drained completely, and when Dominic was done, he took the torch next to him that lit the dungeon around him and lit the King on fire. He went to ash and was no more. He then persuaded the guards to leave their post and leave to their families. He found his way to the King’s room, cleaned up, dressed, and ventured out. He released all the guards and commanded them to rejoin their families. He killed the

The Ixquic serves as the female companion to the Vladex within the Vampire coven/nest, analogous to the role of the Luna within a Werewolf pack. The woman's excitement bubbles over as she exclaims, "Wow, you've finally found your mate!" Her laughter tinkles like music as she added eagerly, "Introduce us, won't you?" The man responded with a warm smile, offering his congratulations with a nod of his head. Dexter, seized the moment to make the introductions. "Allow me to present Nikolai Darkwood, the Dijmon and my trusted second in command." Turning to the woman beside him, he continues, "And this is Nova Darkwood, his esteemed wife and Dijmon female."

Damien reported to Alden as they went back into the house "Ignore it" Alden replied "I have somewhere to be" Alden then disappeared into the darkness of the night Damien went to his room. There was no light illuminating it. You couldn't tell where anything was. But that wasn't the case for Damien, a vampire, he had great sight, even in the dark. He undid the buttons of his shirt and removed it. A huge eagle tattoo was on his back. It looked so realistic, especially its red dragon eyes. He moved the middle vase on one of his tables and the huge painting behind him moved and opened, exposing the stairs to his hidden underground room

He preyed upon unsuspecting creatures, draining their blood and leaving them lifeless husks in his wake. His transformation had made him stronger, faster, and more powerful than ever before. His eyes glowed with an eerie red light, and his fangs were razor-sharp, capable of tearing through flesh with effortless ease. As Damon's power grew, so did his reputation. He became known as the "Dark Prince," a creature of terror feared by all who dared to enter the forest.

David yelled. “Yeah. The same mother that died when she was 4. The two of them probably look the same age. And Meadow is well aware that her mother is dead. That vampire is just walking around with her mothers face.” Lucas snapped. “How the hell can we put our faith in the daughter of a vampire. I know that I sure as hell don’t.” David yelled. Suddenly we all got a fright when Lucas got up from his seat and the chair fell straight back onto the floor.

She had only seen them once in the book, but she could recognise them like she had known them forever. High Lord Draven, the Parliamentarian Vampire, had silky black hair and dark red eyes that were emotionless. His face was lean and hollow, and his very pale skin, which was almost as white as his robe, made him look dead. By his right was the much larger High Lord Boris, the Parliamentarian werewolf with shaggy brown hair, dark brown eyes, and rich dark skin. A scowl was on his lips, and he stared at her with more hate than the rest.

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

“Alaric Vortemont. The vampire. He’s the one with those molten-silver eyes, always looking like he can peer into your very soul and tear it apart. He’s heir to one of the oldest vampire bloodlines in the world.” Mina jumped in, her tone smooth yet serious. “Then there’s Kade Thorne, the brooding werewolf. Tall, dark-haired, forever shoving his hands in his pockets like the universe has offended him. He’s Alpha-born, dangerously quiet, a real liability if you annoy him, especially on a full moon.” Caleb smirked, thrilled to add his piece. “And let’s not forget Damien Drakaris, the dragon. With his golden eyes and a sharp smile, it’s like he’s always plotting how to set the world ablaze. His f

He dragged himself across the floor, his eyes fixed on the open doorway. I watched, numb with horror, as he crawled past me, his face pale and contorted with pain. He was dying, but he was escaping. Right behind him emerged Vladimir. He stood at the edge of the darkness, his immense frame filling the broken light. He was covered in blood—some Damon’s, some his own from the grazed rib—a terrifying, unstoppable engine of retribution. His eyes scanned the room, instantly calculating the positions of his enemies. "He is yours, Volkov!" Damon wheezed, managing to scream the words toward the open door. "He is yours!"

The vampire let out an agonized scream, piercing the air with his torment. "AAAHHHHHHHH!" In a macabre twist, Damian wielded the dismembered vampire's arm as a makeshift sword, decapitating him with his own severed limb. The sight was a gruesome testament to Damian's brutality and resourcefulness. The vampire whom Damian had previously thrown rose to his feet, a relentless determination etched on his face as he charged at Damian. Yet, his fate was sealed. In a swift, lethal motion, Damian plunged his dagger-like arm into the vampire's chest, forcefully extracting his beating heart.