Filthy Rich Vampire Series Novels & Stories

he said, and I closed my eyes, already knowing what was coming next. “I'll try to be back in no time. I just have to quell whatever this is before it gets worse,” he explained, and I nodded. I understood, but it didn't change the fact that I was disappointed and heartbroken. Could these vampires not just fucking live? They were rich, powerful, and happy for the most part. Why would they want to do this? I guess this was the reminder I needed, that they were still very much human. Still selfish, greedy, and disgusting.

It's time for action and destruction. The Vampire Brothers will renew for a second series. The second series will be titled: The Salvador Legacy. The story of the first Lycanthropes to walk the earth. More action, more mystery, more thriller, more adventure, and more erotica and steamy scenes. Brace yourselves. —_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_— Author's note. Hey, lovelies. We have come so far in The Vampire Brothers series and I'm happy to announce that the first book; The O'Connor Bloodline, has been completed. The second book will be coming out before the end of next year.

No human was a match for the two together. "I don't think you are aware of the situation here," Francis seethed to both of them. "Human girls are going missing by the day. It's mass femicide! They are being murdered by vampires in the area, and it is him," Francis pointed at Sol, "Who is the culprit?" Serin scoffed, "I can assure you that my friend has had no part in the tragedies of what has been happening. Neither of us drinks from living humans. We collect the blood from willing participants only. They are blood donors."

“That’s not important.“ Clara took the photo in her hand and softly she put her hand on the queen’s image. she pointed her finger at it and then turned to Ethan and told “she is your real mother” Ethan looked at her mom’s face and says “Ma” Suddenly his glance goes on Sandra’s photo and her eyes are bloodshot from anger. She points to her and asked Clara "Is she the one who killed my parents?" Clara nodded. Ethan further enquired “But why? What was her motive? What does she want?” Clara spoke “Sandra is an evil witch. She wants your power." “what power?" Ethan asked “You are not an ordinary child. You are the son of the celestial kingdom. Your father is the vampire king and mother a werewol

Damien just smiled with a mocking accent at Saveroth. Leonte thumped the table again. Bammmm!~ … "I object! This time, let me prove that mixed-blood trash like him doesn't deserve to even set foot on the battlefield with us nobles!" One of the nobles in the room burst out laughing. He is George Jovan Rafferty, a noble class vampire who has dominion in Boston. His ability is to spew an acidic liquid that can melt the densest substance in the world such as uranium. "Is there something funny?" Leonte asked.

My heart stopped as soon as my eyes landed on the owner of the arm. “Do you know what I hate more than rogues” he paused for a second “filthy rogues who won’t get out of the way fast enough” “How” I asked stunned “Did you really think it would be that easy to kill me Miss Vee. Maybe you daughter will do better” He said as he slashed my throat and pushed me from the rooftop, and now here we are laying here on the pavement, a thick scent of blood and guts in the air, accompanied by the corpses of vampires and werewolves alike littered the ground some in pieces.

Only the middle-aged female called Marcy Underwood remained chained to his bed. The 450 year old vampire was smitten with the well-preserved sensuality of the conservative businesswoman. She had proven most receptive to his anal impalements and her blood was so pure that it was almost like the delicate taste of an untouched virgin. He stroked her beautiful long silky hair resting with exotic temptation on her hauntingly white unblemished skin.

It was the day of the grand party, the night meant to strengthen their bond with the vampires and understand their ways. She had always heard that vampires were rich, but the tales often spoke of their deep-rooted traditions, their reluctance to embrace modern life. Yet, the scene before her shattered those assumptions. The car parked a few feet away from her was none other than the latest Tesla Model S, the newest of its kind. An electric masterpiece, one that even Lucas, the Alpha of their pack, could not afford. And this stunning vehicle was not alone. It was escorted by more than twenty other cars, a seemingly endless convoy of sheer opulence. SUVs, limousines, Mercedes-Benz models—each

I close the door, lean back against it, my body trembling, breath coming shallow and fast as dread blooms deep in my chest. I heard every word. My hands shake as I rush to my bedside drawer, fingers fumbling for Betty’s phone. One word echoes relentlessly in my mind as I type it into the search bar. Sanguinari. The result appears almost immediately. And as I read, all the blood drains from my face. Because, there stark and unforgiving on the screen, I understand at last. Alexander Matesson is a vampire.

and followers have the luxury of choice; they can bank their blood every three months and refuse to donate if they don't want to draw blood. As for rank, they wear a bracelet with a number ten engraved on it, between the blood bags and the "elite." The only untouchable ones are allies, humans who do the dirty work of burying and killing other humans at the vampire's command. No matter how much someone wishes to taste their blood, a vampire can face the death penalty for feeding on allies. Even though the system claims Invictus has humans up to fifty-five ranks, allies carry a higher number. It doesn't increase their value, but the number sixty tattooed on their forehead gives away the secre