Evil Vampire Novels & Stories

Lucifer Once I flash out of Lana’s room, I partially shift into my devil form and hone my senses until I reach the destination Azazel instructed me to go to. The earthquake occurred in the Arcata forest. Using my night vision, I try to find the entity that caused such havoc but see nothing. I land near a copse and look around for any signs of what it could have been until I reach a large section of the forest that looks like it was burnt to a crisp. The trees, dirt and grass around the ragged opening are scorched. Within minutes, Azazel and Mathias appear beside me.

Chapter 5: Red Eyes It was a bright new day, a sunny one which humans loved, but the vampires hated the most. In order to avoid sunburns, Alexander wore his special ring, a ring designed for the vampires which protected them from sunlight like an invisible shield. Every registered vampire in the vampire realm would get that ring, which was known as Emerald because of the emerald stone encased in the ring.

Mathias exclaimed, a hint of excitement and curiosity lacing his words. Mrs Fernanda's laughed echoed through the room as she started revealing the dark secrets. "You know nothing at all," she sneered mockingly, her tone filled with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "A child can't be different from her father, DIABLO (devil), VAMPIRA (vampire), HÍBRIDA (hybrid), ABOMINACIÓN (abomination). And she must die, or else she will bring death to us all, just like her father has been doing for generations."

There was no way he could be related to Alaric. "Master Alaric! Did you called me?" Jonathan came and bowed to his Master. "I want my meetings to be cancelled for today. I have an emergency to handle." He snapped at him and left the mansion in haste. In middle of his way to the abandoned building, he picked his most trust man, James Evans. James was a professional hacker and a vampire who had worked for goverment at one time. "I love you too… But I would never take a risk of my life to save a human." He chuckled under his breath whil Alaric glared at him.

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

The ladies looked terrifying, more scary and fierce than the warriors themselves. The Dragon King arrived through his portal, greeted Everly, and then about 50 scary-looking bulky guys walked through and into our territory. Evangeline casted a different spell, and the area where her portal opened immediately darkened. Vampires are susceptible to light, and we were in a clearing during the middle of the day, so Evangeline ensured they had the conditions to arrive.

Isabella follows him, as this can be not possible for her to accept. evil spirit characteristic No. 1 amendment: "After having blood sucked, there's no approach for an individual to flee the fate of a vampire; the sole cure is to obliterate the evil spirit who did the deed before the transformation is finished." There shouldn't be another way. "What quiet person are you?" Facing the question, the youth turned around, replying half-heartily "Raven Morgan". . . ….

"I have walked through the collapse of empires, watched entire species die screaming. Your little garden party will end the same way they all do—with blood and ashes." The spears of crystallized earth began to splinter as Evangeline drew upon reserves of power that she had hoarded across millennia. Her form started to blur, becoming something that hurt to look at directly—a writhing mass of shadow and hunger that spoke to humanity's deepest evolutionary fears. This was the true face of ancient vampirism, stripped of the seductive beauty that masked its predatory nature.

They're not clear-cut and direct in their message, but more of a puzzle you have to solve for it to have any real meaning or ability to prevent. Flashes of Eve half turned with red eyes, and yet her fangs were vampire, elongated and dripping with darkest red, almost black blood. Trickling down her chin and soiling her already blood-soaked clothes. Her skin was pale, freakishly milk-pale, like that of old paintings and sketches of the feral vampires that no longer exist. Her hair flying wild and whipping around her face as though she was high in the air and caught in the center of a cyclone of her making.