Glass Houses Morganville Vampires Novels & Stories

Polished glass littered the surface of the mahogany cabinet; above, the wall mirror and its ornate gilt frame were smashed to bits by the bloodied knuckles of Joseph’s right hand. Joseph just growled. "Doing some late-night home improvements, my man?" Rhye said as he walked closer to him, keeping his eyes trained on the tight coil of his brother’s bulk. "For what it's worth, I never had any use for that frou-frou French shit either." Joseph exhaled a rough, shuddering breath, then swiveled his head to look at Rhye. Blue's eyes still held a trace of glowing amber; the light from them sliced through the dark fall of his hair, throwing off the heat of a lingering madness. The bone-white glint o

That’s enough time to track them vampires. With the help of the serum, their senses will be heightened, meaning if they don’t succeed in finding the vampires, they must be very well hidden. And we will be left with no choice but to wait. I’m in my room with Morgana working on some papers when I suddenly notice her lift herself up from bed. I speed towards her and place my hand on her back. “Get your hands off me.” She says with hatred and anger. Wow. She just woke up and she’s in a bad mood already?

Somewhere in the darkness in a room, the mastermind behind this civil war angrily slapped the water in a pot she was viewing the whole scenario from, and it splattered away. "Arghh. . .!" Stygian exercised displeasure and rage, wandering around kicking things in her way. "Stupid useless Immortals." Back to the war ground, the UV machine soon sparked, fired and went dead ineffectively, probably from the high rate use of it. "What's happening?" Willow asked as the lights went off. "The machine just got spoilt," Emma replied dimming down to normal. "Look!" William immediately invoked moving forward and observing around hastily. "The wolves and remaining vampires are trying to go around. They'll

With hands on his hips his attention still on the darkness, he replies “I’m not sure.” Leneve also stands, taking Morgan's hand. Black vines begin to creep down her arms, her yellowy-green eyes lighting up and turning a shade more yellow. “Evil.” She says with disgust as if she could taste it. “Yggdrasil is close. I can feel her.” The cursed Lycan shudders dropping Morgan's hand and pulling out a small round glass vile. She holds it in her hands and utters a few words, the vile in her hand begins to glow brighter and brighter until it resembles a lightbulb, casting a ray of warmth and comfort across us all.

However, she remained vigilant, aware that there might be hidden doors or traps. As the door closed, Madame Ophelia tapped the glass in front of them, and a strange thing occurred. It was as if the glass cleared, revealing the other side of the room. What they saw caught everyone's attention, and a gasp escaped from someone in the room. Three vampires were tied to chairs, and one of them was conscious while the other two had their heads slumped forward. Raven noticed various wires connected to their bodies, and something was being pumped into their veins.

I folded my hands across my chest and frowned at him in both confusion and annoyance. "Stop-just-" Alex huffed in frustration before covering his face with his hands and letting out a sigh in exasperation. I was about to say something else too but stopped when I heard a few girls groan and my eyes snapped towards the crowd. I noticed Joey, Franklin,danny and other vampires digging their fangs into the girls neck, sucking them hungrily and I could feel my eyes widening at the sight. They were doing it in public? Why? It was already getting dark, we were supposed to go home.

He gulps from time to time, and he can't help but clench his hands into fists as he falls into a dilemma of choosing whether to go back with her or continue his goal of leaving her. 'I can do this. I can leave this place without her escorting me out. I'm not some weakling. No. I won't be a weakling forever.' Morgan breathes deep once again, gathering his buried courage for good. He is about to sprint towards the households when he spots something in a near distance— pairs of radiant red eyes glaring at him with immense greed. It makes him come to a stop in an instant, and as a second passes, three more vampires show up in front of him. They don't waste time and charge on him straightway.

, Jones barked, getting up from his position in the bed and looming over them. “If you cannot act civilly in my room, then get out” he commanded, staring down at Violet. Morgan just stood there, eyes blazing like fire. It was shocking how his eyes had changed colors from blue to gold. Just like Violet a few days ago, only hers were red. There were a lot of strange things going on in the mansion that defied human comprehension, and I was beginning to feel like I was stuck in a nightmare or some sort of loop. Somehow, I felt guilty of Morgan leaving so abruptly.

I will give him more than he bargains for. I go to my new home, a plain suburban affair. It is furnished. Quickly, not breaking a sweat, I move most of the furniture into the garage. Then I retire to the master bedroom, draw all the shades, and lie down on the hard wooden floor and close my eyes. The sun has drained my strength, I tell myself. But as I doze off I know it is also the people I have met this day that have cut deep into me, where my iron blood flows like a black river over the cold dust of forgotten ages, dripping onto this green world, onto the present, like the curse of the Lord himself. I hope to dream of Krishna as I fall asleep, but I do not. The devil is there instead. Yak

I could tell they were ancient. I wanted to stop but Niklaus held onto my arm firmly as he fast—walked through the libraries and halls—I could barely catch my breath. He led me through a pair of matte black doors that swung open when he pressed his back against it. His eyes were trained on me for a few long moments before he clenched his jaw, and guided me through two large kitchens that seemed to run like clockwork. Then he pushed his back against another pair of doors that led us to a glasshouse—a beautiful room with a wall made of elegant glass windows. This room was filled with the most beautiful variety of plants and ancient trees.