Drusilla Vampire Novels & Stories

Since I had supernatural healing, there was no reason we needed to stick around Lilith's villa after we had slept. Anxiety twisted my stomach into knots, and my nerves were raw. I was going to finally see my parents, and confront them about the secrets that were kept from me. As well as ferret them away from the Dragul Queen. No one could tell me much other than her name. Tatiana Rossi, grand-daughter of the original Dragul, the one who was the basis for every Vampyr tale. I wasn't thrilled about going into Vampyr territory blind. Xander seemed to think it would be fine, since I was the offspring of war heroes.

“But there were wolves here when Sena and that man left. If he were a vampire, wouldn’t everyone smell him?” “Whose man?” Chassy asked again. “Dranreb told me that Sena came here alone and left with a man and that she looks like she has been hypnotized. And how did you know that a vampire has been here?” It was Xander. “I could smell him," she replied. “Here, look at this,” Dranreb said and showed them the CCTV footage. “Silas Ardelean!” Chassy exclaimed as soon as she saw the footage. “The vampire elder?” Xander asked, and she nodded.

She said. Damien stared at her angrily, he wished he could kill her, but he couldn't. She was taking advantage of his weak moment. “Delilah.”. He growled! “What do you want??”. He added "I don't want anything as of now. Just promise you will give me what I want when the time comes''. She swung the blood at his face, knowing he was desperate for it. Damien growled “I promise”. She smiled, Vampires don't go back on their words.

She looks from him to Dante who hadn't moved during the ordeal. "No... please Goddess, no..." she crawled over to him, nudging him, "Dante, get up." she demanded of him, but he didn't move. She looks down at his stomach, seeing the black ichor substance staining his skin slowly, "You won't take him from me to." She placed her hands over the wounds, opening her mouth to chant the spell she just casted, but the words escaped her mind. She fought through her racing thoughts to find the words, but they wouldn't come to her. She leans over his face, blood streaming from his lips, "I don't understand. You're a Vampire... You can't die from this!" she shouted, hitting his chest out of frustration.

Without the intention of killing another vampire, he knelt down, so that Tyler was pinned to the ground and began raining down punches on him, in the hopes that it would at least disorient him. On the other side of the street, Demitri was locked in battle with another hunter. A woman with raven hair and piercing green eyes that were almost identical to Harley's, but who was visibly older. She swung at him with a stake only for him to catch her wrist midair and force the weapon to fall from her loosened grip. Demitri shrieked as she produced another weapon; this one silver, and seemingly dripping with some kind of liquid, and made a deep slash in his side. She pulled back the dagger again, ai

Marco added before he dropped the call. I guess it was time to unbury the hatchet. Even if it has rotten in the ground, we don't have a choice. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Dear Readers, Vampire and the Siren is now available on A****n, you can get a copy for an affordable price. Same book title and book cover by Musa Anastasia. Thank you.

Vlad laughed softly as the general approached him with a raised hand. "I'm general Hank Marshall and I have a warrant for this woman, Ms Hera Constantine. We don't want any problems sir," Hank bellowed in authority. Vlad smiled and shook the offered hand. "This woman is my wife and the queen of the vampires, are you certain that there is a warrant for her arrest, Hank," Vlad asked. "And who are you, may I ask," Hank scowled angrily. "I am the true vampire king Vlad Drăculea," he grinned, bowing his head slightly and the guns left me and were directed at him.

I looked back and saw Tyler charge forward, a huge number of werewolves rushing behind him. I quickly kicked the vampire in front of Aunt Belinda in the crotch but she was dragged away by someone else. Sarah took up her daggers and also started defending herself upon seeing the reinforcements.

I kept looking but there was nothing that was important and I was starting to get angry because I wanted to get rid of this connection with Antton so he can't keep manipulating me, but I wanted to do it without him noticing. I had discarded one as it looked more like a journal than a history book with information, I didn't even know I brought it with me, but I had nothing else to do so I decided to take a look at it, every time I read it catches my attention more because it has the about strange things like slaves. "When a draugrs takes a slave, it feeds on them for a while and when their blood no longer tastes sweet, it gets rid of them." I googled the synonym for "draugrs" it means vampire

“They said the corpse looked like it was ravaged by dogs. The article went into gore detail about the claw and bite marks, and how he was sucked dry.” We turned to another hallway and was immediately greeted by the huge framed portraits of all the captains the guild had over the years since it was established. It adorned both walls so walking through this particular hallway had always been my least favorite part in wrapping up a mission. It didn’t help either that each captain in the portraits held a frightening scowl on their faces. Why was it a requirement to scowl in photographs? I wish somebody smiled in pictures for a change. “Sucked dry?” Kyle inched closer. Our cheeks were touching, m