Drusilla Vampire Novels & Stories

Swinging my urumi in rapid circles, I cut into the outer layers of bloodsuckers, but as fast as the thin steel blades flay out pieces of undead flesh leaving dark magic flames to consume them, new vampires are porting in, all of them hellbent on getting to Sylvia. The shrieks of the burning pierce the air accompanied by cries of victory from my other sisters as their own battles end and they emerge into the center of the house, enraged and lusting for more. Six of us strike at ground level trying to get to Sylvia, with Jenny still covering us from above, but in the end, she’s overwhelmed. The filthy bloodsucker who gets to her—a dark-haired smokey-eyed male wearing casual clothes and a black

Drusilla snarled, her eyes bloodshot red, hatred clouding her humanity. Mrs. Alice didn't know what Drusilla was whispering, all she could see was blood on Drusilla's hand. The blood made Drusilla feel disgusted. She suddenly remembered a few years ago when she was raped by the bastards, she used to feel the same dirty body and blood in her body. She looked at the child she had given birth to, her heart filled with bitterness. ***

Jack said. "Thanks. I hate it already." The vampire coalition's response came faster than expected. At 3 AM, a woman materialized in the Sterling Tower lobby—simply appearing out of thin air, bypassing every security system Haley had installed. She was beautiful in the way that ancient things often are: ageless features, porcelain skin, eyes that had witnessed centuries turn. "I am Duchess Carmilla of the Reformed Houses," she announced to the startled security wolves. "I wish to speak with the one who killed Vladislov."

Adrian mumbled asking Alexis to stay calm. Alexis slowly nodded her head. “I promise to stay calm, Adrian. Just tell me.... it won't be a problem for me tho...” Alexis mumbled promisingly there. Adrian slowly drew closer to Alexis. Then stretched out his right palm to hold Alexis's palm there. “Alexandra was the first woman in my past, Alexis… her full name is Alexandra H. Wilson, the first woman to become a vampire hunter in 1840. I met Alexandra in 1838. She was a brave, friendly woman, and also beautiful. When we first met, she even knew that I was actually a vampire. But she didn't kill me, she protected me. At that time, I was still a vampire who was angry with the world. You could say,

happy as he bit into her, then ripped her throat out. The vampire looked to me with blood spilled over his mouth. His face was of defined bones and taut muscles. A true fucking beast! "Watch out, Sasha!" Draconian yelled as his blade decapatated a blur heading right for me. A headless woman appeared next to me and fell limp to the ground. This shit is too weird for me. "I'm going to die!" I cried to Draconian. "No you're not. Take this." He handed me a small metal stick.

She moaned, everytime I thrust her. I pulled her hair from her head and used it to fuck her the way she wants. " Drake! Answer me! Drake, where rare you?" Steph called him but he's not in his own self anymore. He was overpowered by a succubus and a vampire girl named Raquel. She's the police officer who turned by Damon into a vampire but she didn't know that a succubus demon still using her body to gained energy from mortals through sex and she's Lorraine. Mizelli was gone and was busy on the Underworld.

Duncan dared to ask. "It is those bloody vampires," Drakken huffed. "They killed one of ours during hunting." He was clearly aggravated. "You see, this is what happens when they suddenly start sating their blood thirst from the bloody animals! It is most likely they encountered the victim when they chased an animal into our territory." "Who got killed?" "I do not know. Some maid." Duncan followed him out of the castle's front doors down to the stables. "It is just a maid. There is nothing to be worried about."

Suddenly, the vampire appeares in front of them again. "I couldn't help but notice that you're a werewolf. I've never met one of your kind before," the vampire says, eyeing Jennifer curiously. Jennifer tenses up, ready to defend herself if necessary, but the vampire surprises her. "I'm Dracula," he says, extending his hand in greeting. Jennifer hesitates for a moment, but then she shakes his hands tentatively. "I'm Jennifer, and this is Tyler," she says. Dracula and Jennifer exchange stories of their pasts and the struggles they had faced. Jennifer tells Dracula about how she and Tyler had been chased out of the Moon community, and Dracula shared stories of his battles with vampire hunters.

“But I swear, it’s not what you think! We weren’t-“ Drusilla lifts a single hand, warning her to, “Save it.” “But-“ “No!” Drusilla shook her head, refusing to hear the raven out. “I don’t want to hear it! I don’t care for your excuses or whatever little story you’ve come up with, okay? I am so sick of those,” she ranted, demanding an answer once and for all. “I want to know the truth! I want to know what in God’s name you’re up to right now-“

"Are you going to free me now?" "Do you promise to behave?" Hazel asked. "I will behave, I promise. Where is Drab?" Hazel leaned closer, ignoring his question. "You will get your freedom after you tell us who that spy is. We need info." "I guess Drab told you," the vampire exhaled. "It's a woman. I don't know her name. She has a male who partners with her. I know that she has long dark hair and rarely smiles, and she knows a lot about the pack."