Empress Vampire Novels & Stories

" ' Hmmm this would actually help a lot' she thought to herself and read further. She saw one of the symptoms was pale skin and remembered Emily's skin was indeed pale. She sighed and said to herself as she put her head on her laptop in sadness, " how could I not notice her pale skin? We werewolves have the strongest genes and I couldn't even notice that? How do I want to lead a pack when I can't even notice little things like that?" She read further and saw Emily needed foods rich in iron and vitamin C. She looked at the time and saw it was seven thirty pm . ' It's still early , thank goodness.' she thought to herself.

Not until I had the power to protect her, not just from my uncle, but from the cruelty of circumstance. The air In the chamber seemed to thicken as I forced myself to breathe, the vampire instincts coiling inside me. Hunger, aggression, and the primal urge to strike pulsed beneath my skin. I crushed the impulse into submission. Strategy first. Patience first. Princess Victoria would come to those who controlled the shadows, not those who acted in blind fury.

"They're fine." VAMPIRE EMPIRE. THE VAMPIRE EMPIRE WAS BEEN HEAD BY DYLAN KAY, Dylan Kay, the first vampire who had live for three centuries and still very strong. Almost everyone fear him. He had gone deep down into some exile after hitting a werewolf, who had run away from him some few years ago.

"You do know the Empress is mixed? ” Lady Funda cut straight to the point. It had not been a good round of interviews, and by the last interview, high noon was almost upon them. So, needlessly to say, Funda wasn't in the mood to sugarcoat things. “She’s half and half.” Funda tapped her fingers. “Human and Vampire. And she has that cursed silver hair.” “Is that right?” “Yes, so-” Funda went to get up. Expecting it to be the final deal breaker. It was for everyone else.

It's not until James clears his throat that I realize I may have been staring at Enzi for a little too long. “Dara and Marc are wolves but Nathan is a muse and Emily is a vampire. I wasn't sure you knew that,” I tell Jayvon and Enzi. Would they still want to welcome a vampire? ” “She’s a vampire? But I saw her on the cameras. Usually, vamps don't show up in photos, mirrors, or video footage, or do they?” Jayvon questions. I’m pleased that he doesn’t sound upset or disappointed that Emily is not a wolf. It’s more like he’s confused.

Luckily, he told me about how it was founded, the founders and some of the battles they went through. “There are basic things here just like any other empire. Vampires bearing one gift are commoners, vampires bearing two gifts are army generals or officials, and vampires bearing three gifts are supposed to be emperors or senior officials in the empire,” he explained to me some of the basics. “But that’s not how it is here, right?” I commented, “I mean, you have five gifts, don’t you? This changes everything.” “Let me guess, Olivia informed you?” He chuckled and I nodded, “Actually, it doesn’t really change anything. Just that the emperor of Harlow has five gifts,” he added. I looked at the w

I felt myself being dragged across continents, across oceans, until finally— I materialized in the Council Chamber. It was a massive circular room carved from black stone, lit by torches that burned with green flame. Seven thrones arranged in a semicircle dominated the space, each occupied by one of the vampire elders who ruled our kind. At the center sat Empress Morgana Nightshade, the oldest and most powerful of us all. She'd been ancient when I was turned, and in the 247 years since, she'd only grown more formidable. Her hair was white as bone, her eyes completely black, her skin pale as moonlight.

As they had to. The emissaries of old grudges arrived through portals that crackled with barely-contained fury, stepping into the garden that had been consecrated as neutral ground but which now felt more like an execution ground. The vampire empress is cloaked in obsidian silk, her pale face a mask of cold fury. The dragon kings descended from the crimson sky. Smoke curled from their nostrils with each breath, and the ground trembled under their weight. The witches materialized from shadow and mist, their hands glowed with barely-restrained power, spells on their lips ready to be spoken if I made a single wrong move.

Terrance watched aside in awe of her boldness, hugging a vampire and basically pulling the man close to her throat. Elmer starved with the overwhelming wanting of blood, but he resisted his first quenching for the sensation and refused to feed from Willie Lou. Willie Lou said. "Let's go find who did this to you." Elmer nodded, captivating by her beauty and assertiveness. She was just a natural born leader taking command when needed, and she wanted to destroy the vampires who were specifically targeting Union soldiers. First demons, now vampires, she thought about what could be next for The Demon Corps.

“Shelly... Where are you? “D*mn, scrooge! You’re acting like this after I said you have no boobs. If you are so concerned, I’ll make you a pair. If you’d like, I can make them as large as Empress Ghast’s. Okay?” The empress next to him squinted her beautiful eyes and stared at him coldly. Shelly’s voice came out of the Cleansing Vase. “I don’t want them. They're ugly as hell.” Empress Ghast, proud of her bust, was about to go completely mad. The energy charging was complete at that moment. The empress drew her sword and traversed a hundred feet before swinging the sword with millions of light. “Kill!” Countless black flowers of Demon’s Shore withered from the massacre.