Fred Vampires Novels & Stories

Coldly, he pointed at me and Maria and continued to scold, "Then explain why your 'friends' know. Never mind, I don’t want to hear your excuses." As soon as he finished speaking, Fred sneered and raised his hand. In the darkness, the figure of a demon materialized. It had the head of an ox and the body of a horse, emanating an oppressive, suffocating stench. Its skin was like decaying swamp, covered in sores and bloodstains. Its enormous ox-like head was dotted with glowing crimson eyes that gleamed with cruel malice. A long, forked tongue flicked out of its mouth, carrying the pungent smell of rot, as though it might devour everything in its path at any moment. The grotesque creature stood

As everyone huddled in the dark kitchen, the sound of heavy footfalls broke the stillness of the house. They heard a slight squeak of the door and noticed a figure coming out of the darkness. It was Fred. They all cried out, "Fred!" in a voice that was a combination of shock and incredulity. Perplexed by their response, Fred hesitated. "Yes, it's me. Moreover, why are you all staring at me like I'm a vampire?” With a slight smirk, he made a joke. He folded his arms across his chest and walked confidently into the room.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

His reign was marked by unparalleled cruelty, his insatiable appetite for power and domination casting a dark shadow over the vampire realm. With a heart as cold and unforgiving as the icy depths of winter, Lefevre was not one to be crossed. His piercing gaze, as sharp as the edge of a blade, could strip a soul bare, exposing its deepest vulnerabilities and laying them open for exploitation. His smile, a twisted promise of pain and suffering, was enough to chill even the bravest of warriors to their very core.

Fred had deprived him of a happy life with his wife, and he wasn’t going to let that happen with his daughter. “She is with the vampires.” Herald felt his blood dry up as Fred mentioned this. He couldn’t believe his ears, and at first, he hoped Fred was trying to pull a joke on him, but he didn’t hear him backing it up with a laugh. “And you are telling me this calmly?” Herald questioned. “If anything happens to—”

It seemed that he was enjoying more the silence. One could hardly tell that the conversation takes place between a father and a son. But it is the fact. Dante, although he is not some successful businessman you would see photos on the magazines or the internet, is still considered to be one of the most potential young entrepreneurs in the city because not many could achieve what he has done at such an early age.

It was a must that his woman is feeling impeccably comfortable in his territory, and most importantly secured. “Is there something else that needs my attention?’ Nicholas asked while his eyes roamed across the room beneath him, looking at the hall filled with werewolves from different kinds of people, but his eyes were fixated on three people. Lester Fangs, Victoria Fangs, and another person who had been walking around the place, socializing just like how a normal visitor would.

"How are you all?" Denton said in a cheerful tone. "Did you guys miss me?" Denton laughed out loud; who knows what made him laugh? "Why are you all looking at me like you're seeing a ghost? I'm a living being. I can breathe and inhale this delicious smell of blood." He licked his lips. Denton is a vampire from the Alfredo family, a pure vampire who belongs to a noble family. Despite being purebred vampires, Alfredo's family lacks power and followers. They devoted their lives to the Appalachian Royal family.

His eyes were red but not glowing—similar to Dyan's. "I need not say that your demeanor feels... odd, do I?" Vlador asked. "Oh… haha..." Frederick let out a chuckle, then nodded. "Such a judgment is well deserved, prince. I apologize for any confusion our actions may have caused." The man then extended one arm and shifted to the side. “How if I explain everything during dinner?" Frederick’s offer was met by silence from Vlador. He fixed his gaze on the man’s eyes. It was clear to the vampire clan that Vlador didn't trust them simply because they were vampires.

After the appointment Pyrite and I dropped our mate off in our room with Maxia and Meadra. Dravo followed us to the office to meet the real vampire king. The ladies were going to come back down after they freshened up. Walking into our office, Pyrite held the door open for us and Dravo and I went in. Pyrite closed the door after he entered. The man that calls himself Vandal, Stood around seven foot tall, with long white hair that was tied at the nape of his neck. He had electric blue eyes and a sharp face, which was common in a vampire. His frame was slight, but muscular and he had a scowl on his face.