Hermana Vampiro Novels & Stories

It was a maid, she was trembling as she stared at the Alpha's body. “Y-you… You… Killed the Alpha. Y-you murdered Alpha Cassius…” She stuttered, trying to string her words together, her fingers trembling as she pointed at me. “Shut up or else I'll send you to go join him,” I interrupted her coldly, my eyebrows slightly raised and my whole demeanor screamed of blood. I heard footsteps rushing up the stairs, the maid had alerted them when she shouted. I would've stayed to fend them off given my power as the Vampire Queen but I was just an ordinary omega right now, a blood slave, with no power at all so I chose the easiest way out.

I shrugged, moving to sit on the edge of my desk. “You’ve name-dropped my aunt, but that doesn’t immediately say you’re one of the trustworthy vampires. She was, after all, a member of the infamous Adio guild. You could be a vampire she’s dealt with in the past or who’s only heard of her.” Hana forged on, ignoring the nearly palpable sexual tension now in the room.

“Wha' wrog?” “They found another body,” She said, “Under the bridge. Same place as the last one. They said the body had all its blood drained out.” “Just like the last ones.” I shivered. She turned to me, eyebrows raised. “Apparently there are no obvious wounds. Do you still think they’re animal attacks?” “Of course.” I rolled my eyes. “What else would they be? Vampires?” “You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

He whispered his last words in Sandra's ears. She heard a light shuffling and instantly grabbing the filled glass she ran towards her room, she couldn't stay back as well, they will sniff her scent. Vampires also had good sniffing sense not as strong as werewolves but good enough for her to be caught if she hadn't fled. After reaching her room she chugged the glass of water down her parched throat before a small smile appeared over her lips. She had gotten something in her hands, now she knew how to handle her enemy.

Six hundred years old. I knew her from Nyx's account and from the particular quality of the silence she created—the silence of something that has outlasted so many opponents it has stopped tracking individual faces. She was tall, lean in the architectural way of very ancient vampires, dressed in dark armour that moved like cloth and stopped blades like iron. Her hair was white and straight and fell past her shoulders. She looked at our group with the patient attention of a collector examining new acquisitions. Then her eyes found me. "A half-powered Chimera," she said. Her voice carried harmonics below the words, like speech over deep water. "How disappointing."

Winston asked Valeria in a low tone. "I am Valeria Ambrosia, daughter of Caster Ambrosia, the second Dracula." Valeria answered the vampire master without looking into his eyes. Winston took a step closer towards Valeria. He pinched her chin lightly and guided her gaze towards his. "So, you are the sister of the great Queen Victoria?" Asked the vampire master in a curious tone.

As she lifted the hood and let the fabric pool back to the nape of her neck, one name struck her with recognition. Vera. The Vampiress of Wystendel. She was here. “Child,” Vera called to her sister. Her sister immediately turned to the lady and she saw the bite marks upon her sister’s neck. Blood smeared down her skin, dripping on the fabric of her dress. “It is time to take our leave. Stop toying with your prey.”

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten

If I didn't know better, I thought even Sinthy may have joined in. "I'm done with games," Viola said. "Let's get straight to it. This is my target." She held up a copy of my driver's license. "Lyanna Bloodmoon of Clearidge, Florida. Bar owner and sexual consort," she spat the words as though they revolted her, "of Leo Ashfang, alpha of the Ashfang pack. This woman is dangerous. I want all my followers, and anyone still undecided about our cause, to listen carefully. She is a descendant of the legendary and destructive werewolf king Edemas. She possesses the strength and power to devastate entire towns on her own.

She smirked as they walked in circles. “Let's finish this.” She simpered as she pulled out a steak before she could make a move. The four vampires surrounded her. Marissa tried to strike one of them but he was fast enough to catch her fist. She tightened his grip and the steak fell off her hand. The other three vampires bit her on the neck and she screamed. Some seconds later, the skins of those vampires began to turn gray before they burst into flames. “It's Sunday and I injected myself with holy water.” Marissa kicked her and she fell. Before she could strike her, she sped away. As she gathered her weapons which had fallen while she was fighting, she heard chattering coming toward her. She