Glass Houses Morganville Vampires Novels & Stories

“Really.” Billy stared at the man for a long moment. The snowflakes melted instantly as they came into contact with his large, bald head and he stared out at the snow-covered buildings around him. “Glass,” Billy finally said. “What happened back there? With Jack. What the hell was that all about?” Glass glanced at him briefly, but returned his attention to the falling snow and spoke. “Two nights ago, Jack Writeman, his father Frank, and Dr. Harold Robinson left a trail of dead vampires across the streets of Manhattan and into Central Park. hundreds were killed.”

Now it was filled with holographic displays, tactical maps, and the particular tension of people preparing for an operation that might get them all killed. Valerius stood at the head of the table, his dark fur visible at his collar where the void transformation had begun to affect even his human form. Katherine sat to his left, her new gold-flecked eyes scanning the tactical displays with predatory intensity. Marcus Two had taken position near the door, his hand resting on the hilt of a blade that hadn't existed twenty-four hours ago. And on every screen, Haley's avatar watched with an expression that mixed concern with calculation. "The Blood Vault," she began, pulling up a three-dimensiona

He was visibly shaking in the entrance. “What the FUCK is going on?” Auri stopped singing immediately and stepped back. “Shit Morgan, scare the fuck out of us why don’t you?” I breathed out a sigh. “You’re a vampire Max, you should have heard me drive up the damn driveway.” I pointed out the window. “If you hadn’t noticed, there was a storm and I was playing the piano.” Morgan’s eyes never moved from looking at Auri. She could feel him staring too. Her hands were clasp together, head bowed, reverting back to her usual stance. One that I had finally thought I stopped her from doing.

TARR A sudden explosion reverberated through the silent halls. The once-sturdy foyer doors were blasted open with a thunderous force, the echoes of the explosion resonating through the pillars of the grand mansion. Smoke billowed into the entrance, momentarily obscuring my view. Sweat trickled down my forehead. I slowly turned my head behind my shoulder. The doors, now reduced to twisted remnants of their former strength, hung precariously on their hinges. The vampires, their eyes gleaming with malevolence, emerged from the dissipating smoke, stepping over the threshold into the mansion's foyer. The scent of burning wood mixed with the metallic tang of the earlier battle outside. The remnant

Morgana, her eyes glowing with a magical intensity, added, "The witches stand ready to bolster our defenses. We've enchanted the perimeter with protective wards and established mystical barriers. Any vampire that dares to approach will face the full force of our combined powers." Alpha Jake acknowledged their efforts, "I appreciate the dedication and unity among us. Now, let's discuss strategies. Morgana, do you have any insights into the vampires' tactics or weaknesses that we can exploit?" Morgana, a wise and experienced leader, replied, "The vampires are cunning, and their leader, Simon Howell, is a formidable adversary. However, they are not immune to the elemental forces we can harness.

Norma asked. “That's why we're here. They might try to get out the back,” Mark said. “Doris and I will go that way. You come in here.” “Okay,” Norma said. Mark and Doris went around the house while Norma and Erick searched for the window through which the vampires had entered again. They passed the homeless man the vampires attacked and saw him lying on his back with his eyes wide and his throat torn out. They continued walking and reached the window, looked out for two seconds and verified that it was a room and there was no one on the other side. Norma made a sign with three fingers of her left hand and Erick nodded, counted to three of hers with those fingers and they entered. The room wa

I whisper while examining the discolored glass in my hand. Silence fills the room, and my rage crashes through my fake casual facade. I spin around and chunk the nasty tar-covered glass directly at the female vampire's chest. Her scent wasn't near Monica's, so I am quite certain she didn't personally assist in Monica's murder. So she can die. The heavy piece of glass shoots through the vampires chest, and her heart hits the wall behind her body before she falls to her knees. "Clocks ticking leeches," I growl as the four males begin to squirm in fear.

His blood-stained frame left a hideous imprint on my window and left a crimson trail on my shirt as our bodies collided in his reckless descent. I whipped my head around, locking eyes with him as he let out a guttural groan and shattered the arrows embedded in his flesh with a swift crack. My sharp eye immediately identified the arrows as the very same ones my parents used for hunting in our pack, expertly crafted to target vampires with their deadly poisoned tips. Our pack witch had concocted a potent potion that not only paralyzed vampires, but could prove fatal if left untreated beyond a day.

It was dusk, making it hard to see beyond the immediate garden, but there were still rays of light hitting around the garden. “I am sure you are probably wondering about the curtains being open. The windows all have special panes of glass that completely block all UV rays. It is quite useful. It allows us to be active inside the house whenever we would like. Of course, I can’t go outside much during the day. Only about an hour or so before it becomes, well, painful.” I turned and looked at Elijah as he spoke. I had heard that vampires could not be in the sun, but I significantly lacked other details. At this point, I didn’t really care to know more, but I still found it interesting to know a

Behind the Unimogs was a long line of civilian vehicles carrying the witches, vampires, werewolves, and humans who had volunteered to join them. A vampire appeared suddenly beside their Unimog as if in support of Cameron’s theory. It was the tattooed woman, Delwyn. “Ah, mates of Thaelen, King of Concordia,” she greeted them. “The werewolf soldiers are preparing their part of the assault against our target. The witches and warlocks are preparing theirs, and we need Morgana.” “Will she be safe?” Rhett asked. “Of course, we will keep her as safe as the situation allows for,” she reached up her arms towards Aislen. “Come, Morgana Gulgane, we have need of your powers.”