Empress Vampire Novels & Stories

Her breathing was heavy, "You're my mate, and I don't care to hear about past females in your life. Do I need to kick your ass a little more to remind you?" He couldn't help but laugh and Cheri joined in. "It's the middle of the night for me but I think the winner gets first choice." Emily rolled Brandt beneath her without resistance. She disengaged from him and stood to walk toward Cheri. She met the vampire's stare straight on. "He is mine and I don't care what happened before me, but if you change your mind about his father and want him back, I will fight." "You will die." The words held no humor or softness.

However, as the Empress, she had to keep to her words. "Okay!" Darryl smiled and nodded. "That's good. Please leave a spot for me. I want to drink tonight." Empress Heidi's expression darkened. She was utterly infuriated too. The Barely Immortal was despicable. How dare he take that undeserved advantage for granted and ask for more. Empress Heidi did not know that the Barely Immortal was not Heavenly Immortal. It was merely Darryl in disguise. However, Empress Heidi did not explode in anger because of her position. She said coldly, "We'll leave now!" Then, she quickly walked out of the Beast Enclosure. Prince Auten and Wiz Immortal promptly followed suit.

"Emily, what's wrong?" The girl pointed to the news on TV and said: "There's something scary on TV, I'm scared." Phoebe curiously went out to have a look. On TV is the news that has been replayed since the morning about Vampires suddenly going mad and attacking people without purpose, they are like zombies without brains that can't control their actions, Then there are the bloody scenes that are really terrible.

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

I wish the gods or ancestors or whoever was in charge of this distribution will look down on me and grant me the gift of gab so I can convince the rigid elders of my kingdom to grant me permission to leave. I wish I could just send out the royal servants to find but it'd be a waste of manpower. Even with their keen senses the task seems almost impossible. Sarah's is in an entirely different world. I'm not sure how I'm going to find her but I know there'll be something to guide me through this mess when I open the history books in the palace. There has to be a reference, Sarah can't be the only irresponsible vampire in history. SARAH'S POV. The room looked very basic and I liked it. I guess t

“What can I get you, sir?” “I’ll take a Bloody Mary.” The bartender grabs a glass and some of the bottles that are nearby and starts the drink. Like the drop of a hat something comes over me. “You know what,” I slide the tray fully back onto the counter, “I will take a drink. Surprise me; just make sure it’s strong.” My head jerks in Maxwell’s direction, “And I have a feeling that he would love his drink to be extra bloody and maybe a Victoria instead of a Mary. Marys seem too uptight,” I interrupt. What kind of vampire can drink Bloody Marys anyways? Is the bartender in on his secret and he adds a little something extra to it when no one’s looking?

Steve pushed open the rusty gate, and they walked up the overgrown path to the front door. The inside of the mansion was just as eerie and foreboding as the outside. The walls were covered in dust and cobwebs, and the furniture was draped in tattered old sheets. Celess couldn't help but wonder what kind of place this was and why Steve had brought her there. As if reading her mind, Steve said, "This is my home. I've lived here for centuries."Celess was taken aback. "Centuries? What do you mean?" Steve led her to a room that had been cleared of the dust and cobwebs, and motioned for her to sit on a velvet couch. "I mean that I'm a vampire, Celess. I'm immortal."

I can see someone coming to the door with a face filled with anger that he was disturbed. “The penalty for disturbing the king is death; who are you to think you are to disturb him in this manner?” The grumpy vampire spits at me, and I am instantly on edge. “We need time! Things are bad here.” Harmony screams. “On it,” I respond before speaking. “I am mated to King Brandt; I am Queen of the Northern Vampires.” His face contorts instantly as I shove past him and into the house. “Now get me your king,” I demand.

If memory served her correctly, this vampire was of German origin. “I understand he is thy enemy,” Kira said boldly, “as he is mine. His name is Lord Malcolm Jameson.” She held her breath while she waited for his reaction. He slowly walked around her while looking her up and down. As he did so, she boldly took note of his most apparent and appealing features. He was as tall as , possibly a bit taller. His movements weren’t hindered by his muscular body as it moved with a slow, fluid motion. His eyes looked almost violet as the assessed her from head to toe. The combination of violet eyes and fiery copper hair was striking. His eyes had a sternness about them that spoke of a power not t

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.