Heroic Vampires Novels & Stories

This unexpected attack, a prelude to the looming battle, only fueled the fire within Luna's alpha heart. The clash was fierce, the clash of fangs, claws, and the resonating echoes of supernatural power. The vampires, though formidable adversaries, were met with the unwavering strength of Nampa's soldiers. Alpha Burst, a force of nature amid battle, led with a strategic prowess that belied his calm exterior.

“But the Lydo I know won’t think of killing me.” “No Zuka, that Lydo is dead!” Zuka tilted backward on his heel. “Don’t hate me for your death.” Vampire possesses a fit of rage known as ‘vampiric rage’ – that is way beyond ‘wolf rage.’ Vampires’ anger can be triggered in many ways and the result is the destruction of the person that triggered it. No one wants to piss off a vampire. Pissing off a dead vampire is no way to go either.

"In the past there were so many different creatures. Their were vampires , warlocks, witches, fairies and even mermaids, but there was never any wolves or lucan. See lucans were only placed on the earth when the Great War came. Vampires were always peaceful, they fed off of animals, but one night a group of vampires were attacked by warlocks, for a reason we don't know, and eventhough warlocks were powerful, the vampires were to fast. Rafael the clan leader of the vampires ,bit into a warlock and when he tasted the warlocks blood, he went mad. The powers of a warlock lives inside of him. So when Rafael drew the warlocks blood he also drew the warlocks power. It mad Rafael faster, stronger an

The vampire looked at Vlad who gave a short nod from his head as a go ahead before returning his gaze at Hiro. "Marcus, master." "In your next life, choose a better master." Hiro said with a devilishly smile, all his teeth were getting in a shape like a shark's own. "I don't understand." Marcus didn't get to finish his words when one of Hiro hands went through the Vampire's middle, his fingers slightly moved to the left side of the breastbone (sternum) and went in, when his fingers came out, it brought the undead heart of the Vampire and right before Vlad eyes, Marcus turned into ashes which suddenly disappeared.

That young Vampire's father had called the upcoming war The Mass. Hillary was a soldier at the time and in a conflict between Vampires and these set of raging Humans, he saw the young Vampire who was innocent and decided to help him to his father. Although, the Young's Vampire father wasn't an appreciative one, so he drained all of Hillary's blood and left him just enough to stay alive and watch as the world faded away.

Several vampires actually falter mid-attack, their bodies responding to Alpha authority so absolute that even nightwalker nature can't completely resist it. But others push through the pressure and attack with desperate fury. Claws rake across Lucian's arms while fangs seek throat and belly, trying to bring down the hybrid before its power can fully manifest. Lucian fights with every ounce of strength the incomplete form possesses. Each movement flows with impossible grace, precise and efficient and absolutely deadly. Vampires fall and dissolve into ash with every strike of silver-glass claws. But more vampires keep replacing the fallen ones, the assault feeling endless and overwhelming desp

They moved with a liquid grace that didn’t care about physics, like rules were optional. The first clash became a chaotic bloodbath, instantly. A massive Lycan warrior swung a broadsword straight for a Vampire soldier’s neck. The Vampire didn’t even bother to draw a weapon. He just lifted a hand and a whip of glowing dark-red blood-magic snapped into existence from his palm, shattering the Lycan’s iron blade like it was brittle glass, then slicing clean through the warrior’s armor. “They’re using blood-magic!” Jace’s voice cut through everything. They can manipulate the iron in our blood if they get too close!

None of the books I read explained why vampires weren't immortal, and I can't exactly tell Helen that I’m basically a transmigrated stranger. "I can't seem to remember it clearly. Can you explain it to me?” I went with the honest, humble-student route. She readjusted her seat before launching into the story. Apparently, thousands of years ago, vampires were immortal. They lived forever and could only die if they were beheaded. Nothing else worked—not fire, not a stake to the heart. Until one day, a vampire offended a powerful witch. That’s when I realized witches existed in this world too.

She reluctantly sat there, looking at the Goddess in front of her. "Give me your hand," Hecate offered, showing the girl her upturned palm. She placed hers in it, a little surprised at the coldness meeting her skin. "You are grieving. Your heart has been broken by the vampire," the Goddess' voice sounded ominous and powerful, suddenly coming from all around her. Diana's breath hitched in her throat. The Goddess wrapped her hand around hers, her sharp and black nails quickly sinking into Diana's skin like tiny blades, drawing blood. Diana let out a pained mewl, eyes widening with alarm.

stretched into a cold smile. The blade of the dagger flashed - and William was free, leaving his long, luxurious hair in the enemy’s hand. Hugo only managed to raise his head in bewilderment when the young man’s strong hand ripped open his chest, crushing his bones. Blood splashed into William's aloof face. The young man shook his head, feeling an unusual lightness: short strands of hair curled in disarray, blocking his view. But William didn't need eyes - he sensed the presence of vampires, feeling their dark Power. The brunette spread his arms to the sides and smiled, as if inviting enemies looking at him in bewilderment. The higher ones looked at each other, not understanding why this wea