Desmond Book Vampire Novels & Stories

Apparently, last-night-me had decided we were now writing about vampires. Specifically, a vampire falling in love with a woman hunted by his kind. She was brave. He was tortured. There was a scene where he saved her from a rogue and then watched her sleep while battling his own thirst. I skimmed through it, cheeks heating. It was good. Embarrassingly good. And clearly inspired by a certain brooding neighbor who refused to stay out of my subconscious.

Why is he pacing like this is a serious problem and threat to him--? A tiny, clawed hand punches straight through the door, and I do not have time to fucking think about this. The first of the demons is already contorting its way through that opening. It doesn’t go for me. It goes for Christian. He dodges to the side and drives it face-first into the floor, shattering its skull. Though the undead body is still twitching, clawed hands reaching up toward the vampire glaring down at it in icy disdain. I yank off my rosary and press it to the demon’s back. The nightmarish body starts to sizzle, melting into ash. One Striga down, only a couple hundred more to go.

The man was tall, dressed in a black suit that perfectly outlined his imposing frame. Yet he moved with deliberate care, supporting the woman beside him, his eyes filled with unmistakable tenderness. That woman cradled her swollen belly, her face glowing with happiness. It was Ava Morgan. My heart twisted violently, my entire body trembling. Dominic and I had met at the Vampire Academy. For ten years, our bond had been deep and unshakable. I had believed our love was beyond comparison. But now I saw it clearly— this so-called devotion was nothing more than poison wrapped in sugar.

He enlightened her. "Breed? There are breeds? Aren't you all the same?" Adrianna was dumbfounded to know that vampires have different breeds. He got up and went to grab a book from his shelves, and hand a heavy book to Adrianna. "This will help you because I am not good at explaining things and facts." Said Alaric. Her palms touched the cover of the book which looked antique and royal. She read the title 'Vamoose', called Vampire in latin. "You didn't tell me you have kids." Alaric asked her.

It wanted me to sink my fangs into it. Seeing the blood pulse through her, her heartbeat thrumming with delicious blood that had never been tasted by another vampire. Until now. Gods, she tasted exquisite. It reminded me of tiramisu or a perfect Crème Brulee. My tongue savored my lips again, hoping to find another drop of blood I had missed, but to no avail did I taste anything.

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

He ordered with a smirk. The silver haired vampire, Carl, did exactly that and handed the tool over to his leader, stepping back and leaning against the wall, waiting patiently for the show to begin. Demitri gripped the iron poker tightly and dragged it along the middle of Mason's t-shirt, ripping it open and exposing his bare chest.

I felt a hand drag me from behind and my heart race increased as soon as I realized it was Damon, my first attacker. "Please! Let me go!" I begged as he dragged me closer to himself, sniffing me like I was a bunch of flowers. "Hmmm.. she smells of Lavender. A beauty like her will be perfect for a treat." He said, bringing his nose closer to my neck. "Please!" I begged once again. "Please!" "Damon, stop!" Desmond shouted, panting as he watched his brother. My gaze met with Desmond, my savior, and I couldn't help but be drawn to him. Even though he was a vampire, I felt some connections to him.

He dodges easily and swings back, but his fist hits the floor beside my head with a sharp crack. His mouth opens again, ready to sink into me, but before he can, a flash of light streaks across the air. It slams into his chest, and the smell of burnt flesh fills the room. The vampire is thrown back, landing several feet away. My heart races as I lift my gaze. Desmond stands in the distance, electricity sparking across his arms like wild lightning. “You’ll thank me later!” he shouts, and without hesitation, he charges at three other vampires closing in on him.

“So you will stay away from him from now on. You might be the alpha of the demonic realm, but Noah belongs to me.” Desmond laughed again. This time it was louder, as if he had just heard a joke that he really liked. The sound made my skin crawl with a sense of dread. Demonic realm. That phrase hit me very hard. This was the first time I truly understood what Desmond actually was. He was a demonic werewolf. My whole body went cold as the reality of the danger set in. I tightened my grip on Enzo’s arm, my fingers digging into his sleeve. “Enzo,” I whispered, and I could hear my own voice shaking. “What does he mean? What is a mate by blood?”