Darkest Vampire Novels & Stories

The heavy wooden door opened slowly, revealing a sliver of darkness that widened into the mansion's vast entry hall. My heart hammered against my ribs. Caden stood there, looking impossibly calm. He wore dark pants and a loose white shirt, sleeves rolled up, showing strong forearms. His eyes, dark and sharp, met mine, and a slow, unsettling smile spread across his face. "Right on time, Maeve," he said, his voice a low rumble that filled the huge, echoing space. "Come in. Don't be shy."

She messed with him, thinking that she planned everything perfectly, and until she met him to show the blackmailing clip to him, everything was going smoothly according to her plan, but when she showed him the clip, he turned the tables and put an unexpected end to the game. "I won’t ever spare you, Mr. Xavier. I loved you and gave myself to you, sacrificing my dignity in order to reclaim your love. However, you mistook my love for garbage, and you must accept the consequences. I am going to tarnish your image and your empire, for which you worked your ass off," she yelled at the top of her lungs, convinced that she could still blackmail him by creating emotional drama and mental stress for

He staggered back and loosened his grip, which allowed her to break free. Knowing that she didn't stand a chance at repossessing her sword, she pulled one of the smaller daggers out of her belt and launched it at the vampire, who had now regained his focus and was heading for her. The dagger struck him in the heart and a loud shriek escaped him as he burst into flames, ending up as nothing more than a pile of ash within seconds.

Utmost lividity was evident in his dark sea-green eyes at the mention of the man's name. Ren Lancaster is now the one who holds Frostville, a kingdom at the south near the werewolves' kingdom. After raising rebellion and killing the king, he proclaimed himself as the new king. At that time, David was there and he protected the princess he was fond of. But with Ren's dark magic, the people in Frostville were no match to him.

DARKEST HOURS CHAPTER EIGHT JOHN PAUL'S POV ********************************************* Those sweet words of Treasure, got deep into me as I tried to control myself around her. She held me close and pulled me into long, deep kiss. By this time, i had the burning desire to tear her apart and make her my woman in a wink. But i still saw her as an angel that shouldn’t be touched while i was the sinner that needed to be cleansed, before i could have my first taste of her fruit.

I was probably behaving weirdly and I could see he starting to worry. "Yeah, it's just-- I'm cold. Yeah cold." I lied. It wasn't actually a lie since I suddenly felt chilled to the bones. "Oh, hold on for a moment then, we should set up the camps soon its dark after all and this place keeps getting creepier but no worries okay? I've been in forests even late at night and there are no such things as witches or wizards or vamps." He chuckled. He said that to calm me down but down but all I could feel was more fear at the mention of vampire but laughed with him Anyways, she didn't want start acting like a sissy, that was Sadie's and Adrianna's job.

and with that he left her room. "I'll never get exhausted from seeing your face," Ava sighed "What did hell am I doing? I'm not falling for Vador,I'm not falling for the dark lord," and with that she fell asleep. The next morning Vador was seated at the dining table waiting for the maids to bring his food ,not that it was of much use,he needed human blood but had to cope with bags of blood as he was warned in the last council meeting against killing female vampires just to quench his thirst. He had killed over fifty female vampires in a roll.

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, 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. His hair appeared black in the darkness but I knew that it was originally a very, very dark shade of red.

I was so disappointed that I didn't mind when he opened what seemed to be a secret door leading to a dark chamber. Is he going to kill me? This place is similar to that basement where I saw him kill a man point-blank. He finally put me down on my feet but I was unable to move. The room was so dark that my breathing started to pick up its pace. Fear started to creep into my being. My anxiety started kicking. Seriously, is he going to kill me? Was he that desperate to keep his secret?

His eyes narrowed with deadly purpose as he tightened his hold on the son of a bitch beneath him. “No one touches the woman,” he scraped out in a low, chilling voice, aware of something shifting inside him. Something feral and violent and savage that wanted the bastard’s blood—but it wasn’t his wolf. It was darker, deadlier, rising up from the depths of his being like a primordial beast surging up from the seething belly of an ancient, merciless god. His fangs burned in his gums, heavy and hot, while his claws seared beneath his fingertips, eager to draw a river of blood.