Darkest Vampire Novels & Stories

A voice laced with anxiety; for what, I’m not entirely sure. They’re helping? How? I wish I could just open my eyes and see! Haven’t I been through enough? Hasn’t my family been enough? Gah! Just open your eyes already Deac! But no such luck. I try with every ounce of energy, my wolf’s and my own to pry my eyes open, but to no avail; I am still stuck in this zombie-like state of darkness.

he interjected with amusement, "how potent a vampire becomes when they imbibe the blood of a werewolf. And I am no ordinary werewolf. I carry royal blood within me." "Now, if we wish to avoid turning this hallowed arena into a battleground, I propose a challenge. A duel to prove who is truly worthy of the throne. Draven, let us engage in a time-honored tradition among our kind: the Vladimir Bloodfang." Dexter proclaimed. The mention of the ancient ritual drew hushed whispers from the spectators, who understood the gravity of such a challenge. In vampire lore, Vladimir Bloodfang is a legendary title bestowed upon the winner of a duel between two vampires vying for the throne. It symbolizes th

She shook her head and read the book again. There were four breeds of vampires. Royals, the most powerful vampires possessing psychic powers. They can walk in both daylight and moonlight. They don't require much blood consumption to work. Then comes pure-breed vampires. They are not royal but strong vampires, however, they don't have any psychic powers but their strength was unbeatable. Like royals, they can walk in daylight but for a few minutes or using an enchantment such as rings, pendants, or bracelets. The Nightcrawlers, the most notorious breed of vampires. The fledglings of this breed cannot control their blood lust and caused destruction for several years. They can only walk into mo

In this Dark World, I have no one, No family, No friends, No love, and No father. When my father heard about me, becoming a murderer. He collapsed on the ground, outside of the lock-up and never stood up. He is still sleeping in heaven, looking at me, praying for my safety with my mother. Your Honour! Lawyers! And court person, You all know that the Dark world has beasts, Monsters, Devils, Demons, and Hades but they are old now and only appear in fairytales. Do you know why? because Humans are worse than them.

My eyes widen, flinching back as he grabs my hand. For a brief moment I'm convinced he is going to plunge that knife into my chest and be done with me, but instead, he lightly pricks my finger with the sharp tip of the knife. I gasp, trying to tug my hand away to nurse the small hurt, but he pulls on my wrist, laying my palm flat against his bare chest. "You are an Angel-blood. This is Angel-blood. I swore to hate your kind for all eternity, to watch you all burn. Now, I want to worship the ground you walk on, and I will burn down this world to be with you," he breathes.

"You're not his possession, he might own you but now am your master he snarled. "No please you can't force me for heaven's sake'' I screamed as he unbuckled his belt, he was hard and ready to devour me he dragged me closer to himself. He raise my cheeks with force as he kissed me forcefully I was repulsed by his touch, I can't let this man take advantage of me I only belong to Damon. He pushed me to the bed as he unclouded himself. Finally, I needed to do something before this man hurt me badly.. The vase beside the lampshade I need to get my hands on if I wanna survive his brutality.

Instead, he scooped me in his arms and brought me to my bed. There was a mix of excitement and fear which instantly crept into my whole being. Excited because my curiosity will be sufficed but fearful because I know this might break me or make me. Again, Pierre Monteblanco is a mystery. A dangerous one. And what a fool am I to throw myself into his dark fate. However, the need to feel this dark persona is heavier than all the things bothering me in my mind. I just need to satisfy this curiosity or else I'll be damned.

It was a great turn on for him. He continued the lashes, admiring her curvy body dancing under her whip, she was pulling on the rope and twisting around grinding her body in rythm with the lashes. He suddenly stopped and went back to the box on the bed, he searched around for a moment then grabbed a purple colored vibrator and walked back towards her while still clutching onto the paddle. He ran the tip of the paddle all over her body, making Arya shudder in uncontrollable pleasure. Then he switched on the vibrator and placed it on her left boobs tracing it along her protruding pinky nipples, the action was driving Arya crazy, she wriggled and grinded her body in pleasure.

DARKEST LOVE (CURSED) CHAPTER SIXTEEN. * * The sun was almost up outside, it infiltrated through the drapes, replacing the lights that the lanterns in the room had provided. She studied his features openly, no doubt he was the most beautiful creature she had ever seen, his voice was also utmost soothing, but sometimes melodically dark and scary, just like it had been last night when he had caught her trying to escape. Everything about him still struck her as familiar.