Exotic Vampires Novels & Stories

she stopped as once again shame rushed “it might have been an agreement” he rushed to say making both bethany and his little ava look at him in surprise “some vampires can only have children with woman who have already had half breeds it is rare but it happens, she might not have even slept with the man from the cael line they might have just injected the sperm and you father would have been the only one to sleep with her, who knows” he said Bethany blinked then looked at his little ava “it is rare but he’s right it has happened” bethany said backing him up

The ill-wisher who was holding the adviser hissed in pain. - And you have become even stronger, you bastard! Tristan intensified the onslaught, crushing the Supreme's power barrier. At the edge of my consciousness the thought crept in that there were five more vampires hanging around nearby. Two of them are Higher, and one is very young, possessing increased strength due to fresh human blood flowing through his veins. The young lord sensed his impatience, bordering on madness.

Sandra had no mother and naturally Caius took Sandra as his responsibility, initially she was just one of the head organizer of the house having the ultimate authority of everyone else until one night, Caius went into heat, like werewolves, Vampires also had mates, but there was a difference, unlike werewolves not all Vampires were blessed with the mate, only 50% of the vampires had the chance to find their mates, and Caius surely wasn't in that percentage. Yet, going into heat was natural for every supernatural creature, in the past he randomly used to select prostitutes to salvage his need, but that one night, Sandra jumped forward and took him to her room, he tried to warn her and reasone

Alex said, showing a confidential document he had taken from one of the tables in the room. The document contained a report on an ongoing project in the room. The project was called "Project Echelon", which aimed to create a new type of vampire by using the blood of the descendants of the Echelon Clan, an extremely powerful and rare vampire clan. The project is led by Damian, an evil vampire who wants to rule the world. He is working with a group of humans called "The Black Coats" who are willing to become vampires in order to gain strength and longevity.

the bat guy explained. " What else did my father-in-law say? " the shameless monk inquired. " monks can't marry " the bat guy replied. " fuck your grandpa!! this honorable Reverend monk is not your normal monk. " The shameless monk replied. The two vampires argued back and forth for what seemed like an eternity before getting to their destination. The streets of hell were bustling, all kinds of demons roamed this street, from minions to huge monsters showing off their expensive hellhounds. Monsters of all races walked the streets.

Willow stared at him for awhile as he kept his eyes away. "Is there something I can do? Get you water or...?" Willow paused. She was throwing options out there, but Dante was no ordinary being. He is a Vampire. She had very little knowledge of the creatures, which was her fault for not being as prepared to possibly deal with them, but how would she have known she would be in the same room as one?

" Melody asked. "No!! Why would I suck blood." Vic laughed at the idea and tried to ask Ang about it. "You are not a blood vampire, you're different." Ang replied. "Your race is Psychic Vampire and their characteristics; They do not suck blood but rather feeds on Energy. They are not affected by sunlight and silver. They are far different from blood Vampires. They are stronger than blood vampires. The more energy they drain, the stronger they get. Their evolution is longer than that of blood vampires.

Yet, among the myriad tales, two origins eclipse all others with their grotesque allure. The first speaks of a divine curse, where Cain, the Biblical figure marked by God, was condemned to an eternity of bloodlust. His once-human form twisted into a monstrous demon, cursed to wander the earth as the first vampyre. Over centuries, he donned countless identities, his latest mask being none other than William the Conqueror—a warlord whose thirst for blood was rivaled only by his hunger for power.

“She’s a Voodoo high priestess who lives on Coronado Island. She helped us find Bruce when he was wandering in the White Tank Mountains. That’s where he met Tatyana. She was running from a pure vampire named Nambru...” “Pure vampire?” chimed Magdalena and Garth together. “That’s what they call themselves,” I explained. “Wadim’s breed are cannibals. They eat flesh as well as drink blood and Dracula vampires only drink blood and consider themselves pure because of it.” “They would,” Magdalena said flatly. “I don’t understand,” I replied quizzically. “I never finished telling you about me, I,” Magdalena offered as she looked at Garth.

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten