Free Vampires Net Novels & Stories

I had to be in the Freeland because this was not a territory that I recognized. The Freeland was a place where rogues could be rogues without suffering consequences, lone wolves appeared to thrive here, and often you could find a witch or even a vampire lurking about. I shuttered, how I hated vampires, and I wasn’t overly keen on witches. Evil nasty beings with no purpose to this world but causing harm and chaos to others, the vamps particularly. Many of the Alpha’s felt that the Freeland should not be allowed in civilized werewolf society, however the council protected them stating that all supernatural were allotted a safe haven.

I shivered as he swept my hair aside and said in my ear, “Tonight, you’ll learn some things about the business side of Penumbra Syndicate.” “Mm-hm,” I murmured. Sure, I could totally focus on that in this position. Xavier wrapped one arm around my waist while he navigated the mouse on the computer screen with his free hand. He brought up a website for a place called Vamptopia. The vibe oozed vampire, sex, and sin. I cleared my throat. “What is this?” “One of our more legitimate, and by that, I mean, legal businesses. It mostly attracts a supernatural clientele of vampires who need sustenance, and those willing to give their blood. Humans find their way in as well. We make sure they leave wit

We choose to move. “Fucking hell,” Jestoni growled, tossing his cue down. “This table’s turning.” I took a seat near the corner, swirling my own glass of scotch, amused. “We wolves are part of this world, hunters or not, they don’t have the right to kill us.” Antonii chuckled, shaking his head. “The hunters won’t see what’s coming to them.” I nodded once. “The Virus met’s rollout hit every black channel from Prague to Manila. Dirt cheap. Addicts are biting hard. And the wolves… well, you’ve seen the results.”

Migrata - the first state of rest Taalib Duma- seeker of blood Tralu - leader of the Imvura Vahothes- Mothers or first protectors of Taalib Dumas Vahantes – Fathers or elder council members of Taalib Dumas Vancanes – underground freezer where humans are kept in a semi-frozen state until feeding time. Vandilum - Drink made from a dying vampire’s blood that renders any male Taalib Duma impotent, except during the full moon. Vrandar Zormir- Taalib Duma resting area laid underground, right beneath the Varlancia headquarters’ Varlancia- vampiric quarters located in Vermont Vascany - a vampire concubine Visdan- the oldest son Vocada- a Taalib Duma who became crazed for human blood and craved for s

“You really need therapy, not a blog.” So much hate. So much mockery. Chloe almost clicked away. Almost. But then she noticed something odd. The last blog post was dated two years ago. The title was short. Ominous. “Do. Not. Sign.” Her heart sank as she clicked. “Vampires are real. Not the ones in books. The ones that blend in with us, but aren’t human. They feed on emotions, lust is their favorite. That’s how they get in. That’s how they hook you. They’ll offer you everything you ever wanted. Luxury. Love. Power. All for one thing: your soul. They don’t take it like the devil does in stories. They make you sign it away. If they ask you to sign a contract, don’t. You’re fine as long as you h

the pet master responded, looking very pleased with himself, "It was quite entertaining really. Shut her up nice and quick." The man's brow furrowed, but only for a second. "Age?" he asked. My eyes widened in surprise. He was actually considering buying me. "Seventeen." "Who was her breeder?" he followed up. Breeders. The vampires who took in the slaves and pets that couldn't perform their duties. The ones that forced them to conceive a few children before taking the child and killing the parents for their blood. The whole process made me want to curl up in a ball and cry.

He enlightened her. "Breed? There are breeds? Aren't you all the same?" Adrianna was dumbfounded to know that vampires have different breeds. He got up and went to grab a book from his shelves, and hand a heavy book to Adrianna. "This will help you because I am not good at explaining things and facts." Said Alaric. Her palms touched the cover of the book which looked antique and royal. She read the title 'Vamoose', called Vampire in latin. "You didn't tell me you have kids." Alaric asked her.

Where we differed was with our opinion of which virus took priority. Peter was determined to return to Africa and find a cure for vampirism, while I felt that zombism was a far more important virus to attack first. I believed in it so much so that I’d spent the entire night pouring through websites about Haitian Voodoo and zombie-creating technologies and doing my best to filter out the “ridiculous and bazaar” from the “makes sense” information. Since I had patients that morning, I decided to refresh myself with a little morning glory and then go to bed early that night to compensate for the first all-nighter that I’d pulled since college.

A sharp snarl slipped through my teeth, my upper lip curling back in pure fury. “Marcy, you stupid girl, what did you do to my account?” I hissed, my voice rising in the quiet bedroom as I stared at the useless screen. I pulled up my standard web browser, my breath turning short and shallow. I manually typed in the direct domain for the human city side of the network, VanguardPress.com, and hit the enter button with a heavy tap. The main page did not load at all. The standard blue and white logo of the city’s largest media network was completely missing from the browser. There were no gossip columns anywhere, there was no photo of Raine holding a dirty mop at the greasy cafe, and there were

“Ooh, so ya do want someting, Pritty Fae.” “You know what I am.” Heedless of the danger, I walk toward her slowly. Smiling beguilingly, Tarot loops her arm with mine and leads us into the plaza. “Yes. Ya’ll a fae made vampire, she drawls. “Against ya will.” She tsk-tsks. “Such a waste. But I can free ya.” “There’s no cure for vampirism.” “Ya ain’ sick— don’ need no cure. Ya need dat vampire removed.”