Fred Vampires Novels & Stories

It didn't smell good or bad to me, but Seb would scrunch his face every so often clearly not enjoying the aroma. "Who are his descendants?" Seb asked. "Do they even know about him?" Jace added. This was the first time I noticed the tension in both their bodies. It was like they were having a contest on who could stick their chest out the furthest. I'm going to guess something happened between Seb and Jace when I was in the vortex. Now is not the time for me to bring it up though. "Erebus only had one son. His son's name is Ferox. The vampires know him as king Ferox the current ruler of vampires"

I closed my eyes, wondering whether to find some way to beg Adrian again, when the phone rang. It was my father. He hadn't contacted me in close to nine years. Not until last year, when an old marriage contract surfaced between the Valerie family and the vampire North. Rumor said the Lord of the North was a monster who ate humans alive. Years ago, he'd lost a power struggle with the current Prince and withdrawn to the North of his own accord. The cold there was endless. No ordinary human could survive it. For years, no vampire noble and no human had been willing to marry into it, and the Northern Lord remained unwed, so he'd dug out that old contract, only to give his people some kind of ans

He patted the boy's multicolored hair. The man turned to face me. His fit and muscular body belied his old, wizened blue eyes, eyes that had seen generations form and pass. I was guessing this was Dmitri, the seven-centuries old rogue vampire. I made to state my business, but was cut short by more vampires joining up with Dmitri and Frederick.

However, a blonde girl with sharp eyes sitting from afar spoke up, making everyone silent: "Freddy has only eaten white meat since puberty and the food he hates the most is food. English roast beef. Freddy has always had a very pleasant recollection of it.” “Deborah, can you please not mention that?” Freddy was a bit grumpy at the girl who just said that. Everyone tilted their heads to look at Deborah Kinghams - CEO of Howling Corporation. A meaningful smile suddenly appeared on Deborah's face and Freddy's looked like two wolves preparing to play.

Andreas' voice cuts through our moment, and Fenriz lets out a sexy as-hell growl before turning around to face his Beta. Only his Beta was not alone. Next to Andreas, who is already a scary man on his own with that scar running down his face, stood the most terrifying man I have ever laid my eyes on. I thought meeting Fenriz for the first time was intimidating, but this man is on a different level. Bulky, leather jacket, tattoos everywhere I could see and built like an ox; I wouldn’t want to meet this man in a dark alley. In fact, I wouldn’t want to meet him anywhere. “Priest, glad you could make it,” Fenriz says, wrapping his arm protectively around my waist even as my heart stops. Another

Cullen said in a firm tone. Valic ran his hand over his face and forced his anger out of his tone. “Freya is an ancient vampire, and Gorge is her brother. Gorge has a level head while Freya is a little touchy.” He would smirk at the word little. Freya was an ill-tempered bitch who had entirely too much power to be left unchecked.

Fredrick said, getting shifters down his back, remembering the images flashing in his mind. “I am 200 years old, and I have never heard of a vampire being able to compel other vampires,” Clarissa stated. “It was prehistoric. I just cannot believe that Prince Deacon forgave him so easily and let him go and not just that; he put his Lycan werewolf friends up in the castle. They are all in the rooms of the supernatural that didn’t make it out,” Fredrick said. ‘Do you have a problem with my actions?’ Fredrick heard Prince Deacon’s mind link.

The devil is there instead. Yaksha, the first of the vampires. As I am the last. TBC.....

"Will you tell me about it?" "I suppose there's no harm in it." Erling wandered toward the kitchen table and took a seat. "The vampire who changed Malcolm was a very nasty character named Vladimir. He had a pack of vampires at his command, and together they were destroying whole villages, raping and murdering, torturing for the pleasure of it. Stephan was one of Vladimir's favorite minions." Aya winced. Malcolm had been a gentle father, dedicated to healing the poor. It was appalling to think of him thrust into the midst of such evil. "What happened to Malcolm?"

Damon growls, a dangerous edge in his voice before he listens to the approaching footsteps. “Alpha? You are back!” Frederick exclaims as the Alpha’s intimidating figure appears before him. Damon's nod carries a shadowed intensity as he locks eyes with his housekeeper, and spy. Frederick Sinclair, born of an uncommon union between his father's vampire confidant and a she-wolf within their pack, stands under the weight of Damon's scrutiny. “Why did you withhold information about the vampire kingdom? Have I kept you here only to find you useless?” His fury simmers in his deep commanding voice, demanding an explanation from the Hybrid.