Enhypen Vampire Novels & Stories

“You tread dangerously close to insulting me. If you’ve come for my mate, you will not leave this place alive.” Their fear thickens. The smallest of the group, a wiry man with a gaunt face, takes a shaky step back. “We mean no harm, Lord Ramon. We... we didn’t know.” “Didn’t know?” My eyes narrow, and my voice drops, dripping with menace. “You dare lie to my face? You knew what you sought. But let me remind you, I am not some fledgling vampire to be trifled with. I am Ramon Kovah, Vampire Lord of the Crimson Clan and an esteemed member Supreme Council. And you, all of you, are nothing but insects beneath my boot.”

He laughed, raising his hand to catch someone’s attention. I turned to see who he was trying to flag down and went wide-eyed when I realized it was the band. Auðr, Léonel, Zeke, Rune, Rhapsody, and Zeidan walked onto the stage, taking their places. Now that I’m seeing them in person, I can see it. Promotional pictures don’t exactly make it so obvious that five out of the six members are vampires. Auðr waved, winking at Agustín as he went up to the mic. “Good evening, Harlem!” Auðr greeted and smiled as the crowd shouted in response. “It’s good to be home, or our home away from home. In Temptation, we got our big break and always love to return. It’s good to see familiar and new faces.”

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face is normally an olive color with a natural light blush color on her cheeks. Helena has the same facial features as the Native American Tribe, Cherokee. There are not any Native American bloodline in any of the vampires. The vampire's bloodline is not of any normal bloodlines of us mortals. The vampires have their own bloodline. No one really knows what the bloodline is called for the vampires. Same with the werewolves. No one has not a clue the name or nationality is for neither of the families, vampires and werewolves. A near smile spread across Brixton's face as he watched as Dronnicka was killing Raul. Helena ran over to Brixton with panic in her voice she pleaded with him to reconsi

Ember hoped that there were still some humane vampires left in the coven but Quinten slashed her dreams as his laugh rang out. “Oh, my Darling. Did you really think you would get away with this? They have all tasted supernatural blood. They will never be able to just go back to normal. It’s like a drug once we taste it, it’s addicting.” He laughed again and she heard a few echo him from the wall as her heart sank. She glanced at Callum and saw him looking over the scene with a careful eye his body set in determination. Except before Ember could figure out her next move Quinten dug his nails into her arm hitting a pressure point and making her drop the knife and swear. He quickly regained his

Seraphine echoed, confusion etched across her face. Lyra leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with intrigue, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Alaric Vortemont. The vampire. He’s the one with those molten-silver eyes, always looking like he can peer into your very soul and tear it apart. He’s heir to one of the oldest vampire bloodlines in the world.”

“I am so sorry that they’re not to your liking, sir. There’s another hat shop over on—” “You’re sorry?” barked the vampire. “You think your bloody apologies matter one jot to me? I’ve been all over London searching for a hat, and not one hatter has been able to satisfy me. Are you all so busy sniffing glue that you can’t provide decent wears for the discerning gentleman?” Mr. Humphries kept his smile, even as his skin turned red in embarrassment. “My apologies, sir. I—” The vampire responded with a loud outburst: “I say again, I care not for your apologies! How dare you make me repeat myself. You are a mortal. You will show respect to your betters!”

* * Well what are we waiting for, lead the way boy! I turn and rush back the way I came, back into the forest as I hear pounding on the ground behind me. A few of the warrior wolves also joined us as we raced back to the clearing. *Oh! there's a young vamp, he is helping so take it easy on him* I mentioned before one of the others tear Sean into small pieces. We have always despised vamps, they kill for no good reason and are a menace to the world. Any chance we get to eliminate one we take it, and we enjoy it.

Something was wrong! Her vampiric senses suddenly got heightened. That scent, that sweet scent, was attracting her towards the source. She inhaled that sweet human scent deep within her. She felt like it circulated in her blood, and she found herself getting addicted to it. Who's scent was that? Vampires are best at controlling themselves and their thirst for blood, but now, at that moment, Agnes wanted that person all to herself. She was craving for their blood. She never wanted a human, never ever. But now that scent was overcoming her senses, and all she wanted was that person.

“You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.” I scoffed. “You sound like a conspiracy theorist. Vampires don’t exist, and you’ve got to stop reading all those fantasy books.” Before she could say anything else, I grabbed another slice of toast and breezed out of the apartment. My condolences to the victims, but vampire attacks were just so stupidly unrealistic. Like creatures of the night actually existed. Right, sure. “Mr. Vale’s not in right now.” Celine said at the reception, looking me up and down.