Hermana Vampiro Novels & Stories

"You do know the Empress is mixed? ” Lady Funda cut straight to the point. It had not been a good round of interviews, and by the last interview, high noon was almost upon them. So, needlessly to say, Funda wasn't in the mood to sugarcoat things. “She’s half and half.” Funda tapped her fingers. “Human and Vampire. And she has that cursed silver hair.” “Is that right?” “Yes, so-” Funda went to get up. Expecting it to be the final deal breaker. It was for everyone else.

He was looking forward to meeting Janette and Jordan Findley. This morning, however, he was eager to share the information he and Vicky had pried from the Vampire in the alley with the rest of their teammates. Vicky was one of only two women on their team. The other, Berta, was a large German Guardian who was known for her ability to pick Vampires up and slam them into hard surfaces—such as buildings or streets—crushing their bone structure and leaving piles of ash in her wake. Spying her squeezed into a chair at the end of the table, Aaron was glad to be sitting far away from her, next to the dainty-in-comparison Vicky, who likely wouldn’t accidentally crush his hand should she get excited

face is normally an olive color with a natural light blush color on her cheeks. Helena has the same facial features as the Native American Tribe, Cherokee. There are not any Native American bloodline in any of the vampires. The vampire's bloodline is not of any normal bloodlines of us mortals. The vampires have their own bloodline. No one really knows what the bloodline is called for the vampires. Same with the werewolves. No one has not a clue the name or nationality is for neither of the families, vampires and werewolves. A near smile spread across Brixton's face as he watched as Dronnicka was killing Raul. Helena ran over to Brixton with panic in her voice she pleaded with him to reconsi

The one speaking was tall, fair-skinned like many Vampires I’ve learned about, with sunken eyes so dark they could be shadows. The other men weren’t much different. Some were more bulk in build, some shorter. But they all had one thing in common; they had a feral sense of their posture. Then Mariana stepped out. She looked different from them. Her complexion was darker, obviously of Hispanic descent. A thought clicked in my head at the sight of her. Khalid’s talisman is in Mexico. Could these vampires be linked to the package and warning I received?

“Wereheretic? What is that?” “She is a werewolf turned vampire who has magical abilities.” “You gotta be kidding me. How is that possible? To be turned into a vampire, you need to be bitten at least thrice. No werewolf can survive that kind of venom. She should have died the first time she was bitten.” “She should have but she didn’t. She comes from a rare witch lineage that made it possible for her to survive the venom despite being a werewolf.”

After making sure the semi-automatic pistol and the revolver were loaded, she took a wooden dagger out of the glove compartment. She had to be very careful in approaching them. Complete silence and staying out of sight were essential. Darkness alone was not enough for those glowing eyes. Still in the car, ‘she’ was already sucking him dry. This vampire had killed half a dozen people that she was aware of. Always young handsome males. She had never been there on time. Crouching behind the thorny bush, Danica aimed the area around ‘her’ neck, the most fragile place, with the revolver that was loaded with ordinary bullets. That would only break the window but it wouldn’t matter. She had another

If the woman wasn’t a vampire, then she obviously aspired to be. As with Ysalane, Angela found herself shocked that anyone would seek to be damned or to be with a monster like Herrera. True, Herrera had dark hair, intense eyes, and features drawn from a strong Spanish heritage. Some who didn’t know him might call him handsome. To her he was the personification of hideous evil. The rest of the greetings and congratulations passed in a surreal blur. Everyone spoke to her as if nothing were wrong. They called her “Señora Herrera,” told her how lucky she was, and gave her advice. Couldn’t they see she was screaming inside?

He smirks as whatever he is going to do with them runs in his mind. The Vampire wanting to feel more like a human walks on the road slowly. He smiles as he remembers how beautiful his Life was until he turned into a blood sucking monster because of a devil named Darcy. The innocence of his has left his heart because of the brutal impact on his heart and his body but then he is missing that innocence in him. He is missing the feeling of being just a human being with no supernatural powers. If given a chance then he would go back to him being a human but then that is not at all possible. He is walking on the road when he feels a fresh human fruity fragrance hit his nose. He sees a beautiful hu

The Ember Ghost opened his mouth and showed his sharp teeth before lowering her mouth to the exposed woman’s neck. The crowd watched in silence as the Ember Ghost appeared to suck the woman’s blood. The woman’s arms flailed weakly but her face looked serene, if not enjoying the experience. Then, the woman’s expression slowly changed into pain and she grimaced. She placed her arms around the Ember Ghost’s head weakly before dropping them weakly to her side. Then, the woman’s limp body slid out of view leaving the Ember Ghost standing. He wiped the remaining red stains from his mouth with a swipe of his arm before disappearing within the smoke that blew from across the float.