Darkest Vampire Novels & Stories

"The boiler room. It was the darkest place I could find. Everywhere else had slats of sun peaking in, under a door, through a crack." He helped me stand. "I thought you were dead. I mean, you blacked out in the middle of a sentence and just dropped dead." He staggered a little. "I guess you really are a Vampire. Although I don't know why a Vampire would have this." He held out his hand and showed me the crucifix. "I thought Vampires got all monster teeth and—"He hissed in a perfect imitation of what the other Vampires had done in reaction to the crucifix.

I spoke quickly. "Oh," she replied, "makes sense." I'm glad she accepted my answer so quickly because I really didn't want to stay on that subject for longer than I had to. We both jumped as one of the Vampires shut off the lights. "Lights out!" He yelled before slamming the door shut, followed by a locking sound. It was pitch black in here. "Well... goodnight I guess," Doe spoke before I heard her shift her position. "Yeah... goodnight," I whispered.

Damien took a deep breath and stepped inside, with the hidden smile that Damien used to make whenever he was about to kill a noble class vampire. A smile that concealed an extremely strong and dark killing aura. The signature smile with the piercing gazes of Sir Damien Blackheart, which indicates that he is ready to kill a vampire. Or maybe for this case, two vampires.

and a million dollar smile played on his lips. ''I'll will search you Miss. Cindrella if my feelings are pure and genuine...we'll find the ''Darkest Shade of Love''.Life has given me another chance to restart my life.To cherish every moment I live and I want you beside me as my love.I am going to hunt you Cinderella.You are here around me.My heart can feel your presence."He murmured to himself. ****************************

she begged, I could imagine the puppy dog look on her face right now. Liam was giving me a quizzical expression so I put my hand over the mouthpiece and whispered, “Dawn of the Dead.” He widened his eyes slightly before giving me his smirk. “Don’t worry, Angel, I’ll protect you,” he whispered confidently, making me smile. “Amby, please?” Kate begged again. “Oh jeez alright fine, bring that damn movie,” I muttered, defeated.

The wind howled through the Moon Crest Pack's territory as the blood-red sky churned overhead. The air was heavy with the scent of danger. Alpha Jason stood in front of his home, his wolf instincts on full alert, while Natalie clung to Charles, her heart pounding. Above them, a dark mist swirled, forming into the shape of a tall, imposing man with glowing crimson eyes-Charlie Johnson, King of the Vampires. His presence was suffocating, his voice deep and commanding as it thundered across the land.

He said quietly, his jaw clenched. "What is it? Maybe we can find him." I said softly. "The colour of his eyes. There is only one vampire whose eyes are as dark as that killers." He said quietly, now turning to me. Our eyes met and I understood his silent statement. As mine… Dark… Mine was the darkest… There was no one in the Sanguine Empire whose eyes were as dark as mine… "There’s no one… Not even Azrael." I murmured. "I did take a look when I came. None of the officials had that colour eyes, only you, but the vampire was a man." He said frowning.

*Anonymous POV* "I need to see the Dark Alpha immediately," Damon demanded, his voice cold and urgent as he faced the guards outside the Dark Alpha's castle. The Dark Alpha was infamous among the shifters, feared as the most malevolent creature. His pack consisted of rogue wolves, trained to be merciless and heartless. The Dark Alpha sought power above all else and delighted in inflicting slow, agonizing deaths on his enemies, savoring their pleas for mercy.

"Ah, Eromar is an asshole, alright, but he doesn't do anything on his own. He is just a a spy. It is the the dark vampires, always the the dark vampires. They are the worst, and their dark lord is a… freaking maniac." "He warned me about the the dark vampires. Who are they?" "They are just men who have lost interest in their wives and their dicks are no longer working, so they try to work their other parts and do things that almost always offend somebody else." "You sound like you hate them." "Oh, hate is such a mild word. Ok, enough about them. We have to get you out of there before they decide to come visit you," she said with disgust evident in her face. It was clear she had no love left