Desmond Book Vampire Novels & Stories

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 can't see any blood other than the wolf's blood but I can smell vampire blood, I look around trying to find any sign when the smell of eucalyptus and peppermint hits me hard, Nova is going crazy screaming one word over and over "MATE!!!" I turn, looking around the clearing for the source of the alluring smell, until my eyes fall on the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. he is at least a foot taller than me, dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He is in a black polo shirt, black pants and boots, he is quite intimidating especially when he is just standing there staring.

Because no matter how sweetly he kissed me or how innocently he drank my hot chocolate… Tristan Desmond was still the Devil. And I was completely, hopelessly addicted to sin.

I will give him more than he bargains for. I go to my new home, a plain suburban affair. It is furnished. Quickly, not breaking a sweat, I move most of the furniture into the garage. Then I retire to the master bedroom, draw all the shades, and lie down on the hard wooden floor and close my eyes. The sun has drained my strength, I tell myself. But as I doze off I know it is also the people I have met this day that have cut deep into me, where my iron blood flows like a black river over the cold dust of forgotten ages, dripping onto this green world, onto the present, like the curse of the Lord himself. I hope to dream of Krishna as I fall asleep, but I do not. The devil is there instead. Yak

They couldn't help but sucked some werewolves, witches and demons' blood. "STOPPPP!" King Desmond shouted furiously while glaring daggers at the vampires. "CONTROL YOURSELF, YOU IDIOT!" he shouted again, but deep inside he was nervous. Because sucking a demon's blood will do no good to vampires. They will become more uncontrollable in a few hours after drinking demon blood. The vampires hissed but nonetheless obeyed their King. King Warrick, King Vladimir, and King Stephen just stood dumbfounded at the scene in front of them. They just witnessed some vampires unable to control themselves. They clenched their fist but they couldn't do anything to their losses.

Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curiosity getting the best of him. Melia arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to tell you that," she replied firmly, her voice as cool as a winter breeze.

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.

"Relax!" "I'm not relaxing, Hazel. He's quite dangerous. Desmond told me yesterday that there's a hundred percent chance that he's a vampire," I explained to Hazel whose eyes grew wide instantly. "It's best you keep your distance from him," I kept a stern expression on my face as I warned. While we hurried down to the library together, we continued with our chat, unaware that we were being watched by Damien. "So, what did Desmon say he would do to him?" Kate asked as she picked a book which was filled with spells and enchantment.

Vampire opened his arms with a warm smile on his face, expecting me to sit. “I know you were upset, you don’t deserve this, I understand your anger, but please Heidi, speak to me” He demanded. His voice was gentle at first, it was calm as the river flowed, but it changed when I kept my feet stay in place. “Take your seat!” He exclaimed. Mr. Vampire finally showed me who he truly is, his thunder voice made me lose my breath; I swallowed my saliva before started. “What do you want from me?” I asked out loud, my face as tight as the suit sleeves that wrapped around his biceps.