Harry Is A Pureblood Vampire Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Care to tell me why you're trying to break down this door?" The blue haired one glared at him. "It's none of your business. So get lost." Marcus chuckled lowly, running a hand through his hair. "It's my business though. I don't tolerate harassment in any form and—" "It's not harassment!" the black haired one said, stepping forward. He smiled, extending a hand. "I'm Harry." Marcus stared at the hand for a beat before looking at him. "How is that my concern?" Harry flushed in embarrassment before taking his hand back. "The omega in there is my partner and he went into heat."

I always have. "Alpha, please," I plead, trying to push him away again. "You have to stop this madness..." "I won't stop until I take what's mine." Ignoring my words, Harry effortlessly lifts me into his arms and carries me deeper into the forest, far away from the people of my pack, where no one will be able to see us. "You were lucky that you fell asleep yesterday. That's the only reason I didn't take what belongs to me," Harry explains as he gently lays me down on the soft grass. "But now you're completely awake. I intend to take your virginity. That's mine."

I cannot embarrass Mihai in front of the others, i imagine the punishment for that would be worse than what i have already faced at his hands. The second and third vampire to enter were watching the entire conversation, the one of the left had black hair and eyes to match, his suit a deep crimson red. He had a scar across half of his face, and it was gruesome. Whoever did it came close to taking his head off, I'm sure of it. The one on the right had light brown hair and hazel eyes, though i knew they’d turn black the moment he saw blood, they all do. It is an easy way to tell the Nati apart from turned vampires, their eyes turn red with bloodlust, not black.

I roll my eyes and elbow Bellamy in the ribs. “Sure.” Harry answers, waving around his right hand which is still clutching what I can now see is a shiny glass bottle full of something purple. “Incubi delivery service. Where we always deliver the whole package.” He says with a wink. I groan. “That was terrible Harry.” I complain. “I could try another one. You would be surprised how many lines I can come up with using the word ‘package.’ Harry offers. “Please don’t” Bellamy says dryly.

The world swam before my eyes. - A vampire who doesn't drink blood is a dead vampire. You, stupid, could have had it all! But now this place of honor is mine! “Kyrian grabbed both of Ira’s wrists with one hand and pressed her hands tightly to the floor above her head. With his other hand, he roughly tore the neck of the white shirt, leaving deep scratches on the girl’s skin. The brown-haired man licked a drop of blood from her shoulder, then took a loud, drawn-out breath.

Xavier's pov: My name is Xavier Fernandes, A full-blooded vampire from the Dracula lineage and the head vampire of my clan. Vampires, they said, cannot walk during the day, because we react to the sun, but due to the nature of my blood which my people call the Golden Blood, I can walk around during the day and more perfectly at nightfall

She explained that they wanted the sword to create this dangerous army, and they already had her blood for it. "Your blood?" he asked in shock. "...apparently, I'm the Chosen one..." she said. "What!?" he couldn't believe it. She stood up, and he helped her to her feet. Then he realized something. The sword she mentioned, the one they wanted, was the same one she used to stab him. He was the only pure blood Vampire he knew, who was still alive. "The sword is the same one you stabbed me with, Phoenix," he said, realizing the truth.

"Not just in me. In both of us." "Then we use it." Kara's violet eyes hardened with determination. "Together. We end this." Outside the cave, the forest had gone silent. The corrupted half-bloods had been marching toward the waterfall, driven by Liesel's dark magic, their empty eyes fixed on their goal. But when the golden light exploded from the cave, when the First Wolf's power surged through the earth and sky, they stopped.

He looked like a predator, and I felt like his willing prey. Just as his face descended, and I closed my eyes in anticipation of his kiss— The door burst open. “The water is drawn, and the sun is—” Helen stopped mid-sentence. She stood in the doorway with her usual blank expression, holding a fresh pile of linens. I looked at Alistair, and to my absolute shock, the Vampire Lord was turning bright red. He scrambled off me so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet. He stood by the bed, clearing his throat loudly and smoothing his tunic with shaking hands.

They’d shared a look, one so fraught with emotion that I’d had to turn away. Nobody had spoken since. The last words I’d said to Harper rattled around my skull, spiteful and damning, the anger behind them as cutting as a blade. It was no wonder he’d hardly looked my way since my Dads had arrived. The silence roared in my ears, louder and louder, a spinning crescendo with no end. Until – “So, are either of you going to tell me what happened?” I drummed my fingernails on my tense thigh. “Harper turned up at Ella’s with a vampire this morning.” I shot him a cursory glance before I continued. “The same vampire that carved me up last night. He didn’t know.”