Hermana Vampiro Novels & Stories

She couldn't shake off the feeling that there were pieces of her past that she was missing, and Luna's presence only intensified her desire to uncover the truth. Emily decided to confide in her close friend, Isabella, a vampire with a talent for unraveling secrets. Isabella, sympathetic to Emily's plight, promised to help her discover the truth about her lineage. Together, they embarked on a clandestine investigation, digging into ancient vampire archives and seeking out hidden knowledge within the vampire community.

All of which led to Cade. “Despite his uncanny resemblance to Marius” she continued, a bored tone to her voice. “He is not of his line, however, we do have someone who is.” A slow, cruel, smile curved her blood red lips. Marius, I concluded, was the original vampire, Andromeda’s lover. At least now I had a name to tell Cade if I ever got out of here. She continued to walk further into the room, her eyes taking it in and she seemed satisfied.

Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies. A pair of red eyes and two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth as though they were always meant to be there. Except there was no blood dripping from his mouth as always described in books. Yet, she was still scared senseless at the sight of a living, vampire right in front of her eyes. He moved closer to her again but this time, she was prepared and understood what he was. She lunged on her feet in fright and prepared to flee. But she had barely moved two steps when that figure appeared in front of her again.

Annoyed, the Lord pushed her away. "Kill her and throw her corpse back in Academia," the Lord ordered. "We will make them see that I am the strongest and no one will defeat me," he added and laughed evilly. Hecatos smiled and bowed his head. "Yes, sire," Hecatos replied. The seer closed her eyes while the sword was being slowly plunged into her heart. "Till we meet again, Queen," she whispered in the air before dying. Cassandra enjoyed talking to Helena. Helena is a vampire, and she decided to settle down on the island far from the people's reach. Helena told them to call her Nana. Sebastian and Cassandra told her about their case, being mates despite belonging to a different race.

No, once, she had been a different human vampire entirely—a woman named Seraphina, a vampire of grace and goodness, who had known love and hope. In her youth, Seraphina had been beautiful, with long, flowing hair as dark as midnight and eyes that glimmered like amethysts. She had lived in a small but peaceful vampire clan, content with her existence, and known for her kindness and gentleness. But all that had changed the day she met Skyrim, a vampire king of great power and renown.

She swallowed hard and I could see the fear in her eyes. “You…” she breathed, staring at me like she had seen a ghost. She rose her trembling hand and pointed directly at me. “You’re … you’re a vam…vamp…vampire!!”

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

Seraphina tried to be firm but her soft voice betrayed her. Even still, Bethel sighed and seated herself next to Seraphina. “Familiars are the animals which Vampires can shape shift into. When a vampire child is born, they will have a silver birthmark which shows what their familiar will be. Familiars are a reflection of a Vampires true character.” Seraphina’s brows were knitted trying to make sense of what Bethel was saying. “Is that why Lord Stevano of House De-Buccleuch has that silver serpent on his face?” whispered Rose. “Yes, his familiar is a serpent, in fact the whole House De-Buccluech are reptiles of some sort, bunch of cold-blooded snakes” Bethel trailed off.

Casie started the engine, her mind already mapping out their investigation. "Dr. Vasquez first. We need to know what this girl was before we can figure out who wanted her dead." The city morgue was housed in a brutalist concrete building that looked as cheerless from the outside as it was on the inside. Dr. Helena Vasquez met them at the security entrance, her olive complexion unnaturally pale under the fluorescent lights—a telltale sign of her dhampir heritage.

To disable the hidden cameras and laser fences, they needed a couple of good security technicians. The vampire queen smirked. She was not weak like Vlad and his father; she was much more powerful. This pack had been the source of all Samantha's hatred, so she was determined to set it on fire and blow it up. Samantha is making sure that her old pack is the first to experience her wrath.