Familiars Vampires Novels & Stories

Dad was not there with the police, the council meeting is more important. I’ve seen the families of the victims crying and cursing at the media. Although there were a lot of people, she always stands out among them. It was only a short distance away that I knew he was there. She always smells like fresh water from the ocean, that’s how her blood smells. To tell you, strong human bloods have different smells. They go with the smell of the ocean, then different kinds of flowers. Vampires believe that the blood with the smell of the ocean is the most delicious.

"Do you know them?" Dante asked Dae in an emotionless tone reading papers of business. "No, I don't. " Dae answered. "The big man came to get the little one and they wanted to give me some...companion." "Fine. Do you like it, the companion?" "..." Without having an answer, Dante didn't ask more and continued to mind his own business. The little Dae looked out the window counting the raindrops. It seemed that he was enjoying more the silence.

She could practice fighting with her brother when he was free. She thought of going back. From afar she could sense three unknown vampires among her family. She increased her pace to reach the castle in time for dinner. When she opened the door to the dining room, she was very surprised to see three vampires staring at her. There was a woman who was of her mother's age and a girl who seemed older than her and beautiful and lastly a boy who seemed Kyson's age. He had blonde hair and sharp features and good-looking for his age. He seemed dangerous but Ingrid could not help but felt drawn towards him.

I almost felt bad that the knife I kept under my pillow was of little use. Even as I read through the pages, I couldn't find anything about vampires being psychic. Apart from having incredible strength, speed, and immortality, they seemed just like any other person. Well, except that they disliked sunlight—but even that was something they were adapting to. I closed the book and put it away. my stomach grumbled slightly, reminding me that I haven't eaten, but I didn't want to go downstairs either, in fear that I would run into Silas. I lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Eventually, I grew drowsy and then fell asleep.

She gave him another look and couldn’t take her eyes off him. “How come he looks so damn attractive even when he’s sleeping peacefully?” She wondered aloud incredulously. She kept staring at the man and suddenly noticed the family crest on its bow, where she encountered a familiar symbol, she had only seen in classic vampire movies. “Why is this sort of scenario giving me a vampire movie vibe?” And she was about to check herself the ankh circa out of morbid curiosity, but when she touched it, something pricked her finger and caused it to bleed.

she asked, she hadn’t even thought a vampire could do something like that let alone let that be an option “yeah he’s done it. There was a human here when i first became his familiar who only wanted to be bitten, he let the others give that human the bite but he only scratched and drank that way, by the end the human was able to let him feed without feeling a thing from him, it had been why i knew when it was my turn to be part of his people that i would call you to help me and them, they are so careful pet i had no choice but to trust them” mave said she had stopped packing looking her in the eyes. She sighed

One of them caught his attention. Familiars. On the page was a picture of a cat, with white and black fur and bright green eyes. "Quite familiar indeed," Matthew mused, turning the page to read more about these creatures. "Familiars are spirit companions who assist witches in their magical practices. Many of them are in cat form, though advanced witches may choose to put their familiars in different forms." Matthew skimmed over the description, slightly uninterested, but two sentences at the very end caught his eye:

Derek stood at the edge of the desolate graveyard, his heart heavy with grief. The moon hung high in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the tombstones and ancient trees. He was a vampire, cursed with immortality and a thirst for blood, but tonight, his fangs were useless against the pain that consumed him. Beside him stood a pack of werewolves and his fellow vampires, their fierce and wild presence a stark contrast to his pale and delicate features. They were his family, his pack, and their loyalty was unwavering. Among them was his sister Victoria, her life tragically cut short Blake and his army.

"What in the world—-“ “They are a member of the Lafera family's alliance. In addition, although the old man we spoke to that evening is a monster like me, he is extremely distinct from vampires.” “Creatures similar to you but distinct from you? What are you saying, Xander?” "You know I gave you a book that night, don't you? Nonetheless, I suppose it would be better if you heard it, so you should prepare for what I'm going to say,” when he stops, I have narrowed eyes that eventually enlarge. A few sounds of someone’s footsteps once overruled our senses, forcing Xander to snap his fingers to make us invisible once more before he could finish his sentence. "They are——"

If a werewolf not part of Silverclaw or Bloodmoon crosses paths with any of our hunter familiars, I want them to attack. Same for any vampire not on the short list of trusted. I won’t train them to give immunity to all in Caleb’s clan. Just because they report to him doesn’t mean they have my complete trust. I won’t take any chances of a vampire in the clan turning against Caleb and trying to harm my family or pack.