Ikemen Vampire: Napoleon Novels & Stories

An old vampire stepped forward, hands raised in a gesture of surrender. "We come in peace! Please, tell the warriors coming behind not to attack," he said, bowing his head. “Nikolai, don’t attack yet, but be prepared,” he instructed through the link, not waiting for a response. “Who are you?” Nikolai demanded, keeping his weapon steady. “My name is Vladimir, the Vampire King here in America,” the old vampire answered, his voice calm. A moment passed, tension thick in the air. The hundreds of vampires eyed Nikolai and Enzo, the sound of their breathing echoed in the woods. Nikolai clenched his jaw, ready for anything.

If someone could freeze the ground, time or human, no one would do it better than the vampire himself, Alaric Emrick. He’s a man feared among men. He’s a tall man with raven wavy hair and famous blood-red eyes. Being in his presence almost always means death. His voice alone which could cut thin ice means you’re at the gate of the inferno. His name was simply synonymous with a devil incarnate. Who else wouldn’t shrink before him? Alaric Acheron Lorcan Emrick is the current head of the oldest purest bloodline of vampires in Europe. He is currently the reigning youngest king of the vampire royals [in a millennium] at age twenty-four.

Raverine dodged a knife and then tilted his head back, amused by Nella’s attempt to kill him. “You…” Nella pointed at Raverine, anger flushing her entire face. “How did she die? What—” Nella stammered; tears are now rolling down her cheeks. “What happened to her…” “How would I know?” Raverine jested. “Because you are one of them!” Nella screamed. “From your speed, and agility! You are a shadow vampire!” Raverine laughed and grabbed me by my waist. “Let just say that I found my wine.”

The doctor just gave him a knowing smile and proceeded out the door. Dayanne, as he heard from the convenience manager awhile ago, is already breathing steadily when he went closer and sat beside her bed. Her brown locks scattered around her pillow. The wounds are already covered with gauges but her blood's scent still lingers. He could not explain the extreme attraction of her scent on him. But he's starting to feel possessive of her. He tried to consult their elders. They all agreed that she must be a part royal. Since the books all explains that human monarchy was chosen by old vampires who picked nobles based on their blood quality.

Vampires are dying. No, that is not right. They are being killed. Vince corrected his thoughts as he gritted his teeth, he mainly stirred clear of vampire politics and ruling. He left that to the primordials who were interested in other vampires adoration. He felt quite comfortable with his job as unofficial ruler of the primordials although he always protested loudly whenever it is voiced. He was the only sane primordial among the rest and he had a natural charisma which made the others to follow him, not to mention his ruthless fighting. Being alive for more than a millennium had a way of making you unfeeling and ruthless but he had always been ruthless right from the start.

She scoffed at my announcement, "Mate, you say. That human cannot be your mate Damian. Do not be delusional" "The instincts, the attraction says otherwise", I argued. High Queen sighed, "Damian, being attracted or having craving for their blood doesn't always mean that you are mates. Vampires by nature crave human blood more than any other creature's blood because human blood is like nectar to our palates". She closed her eyes as if she was reminiscing something similar although I was aware that she had abstained from drinking human blood decades ago. Most of us followed her footsteps and I wanted to say that I had never felt this type of craving in my entire life. I never really had any inc

Emily, driven by a thirst for knowledge and a relentless curiosity, had immersed herself in the study of vampire lore. Her research had led her to uncover intriguing clues about the enigmatic vampire queen, Sofia, and the possibility of accessing the throne that held immense power within the vampire realm. As Emily delved deeper into ancient texts and obscure manuscripts, she pieced together fragments of forgotten history. Legends whispered of a hidden ritual that, if performed correctly, would grant unparalleled authority and control over the vampire kingdom. It was said to be a path shrouded in darkness and treachery, where only the cunning and determined could succeed.

“You know I’m a werewolf, yet you didn’t seem surprised. May I assume, then, that you have a... special identity of your own?” I tried to gauge him, to see if my hint would stir any reaction. Ken Yimo didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he lifted his glass, taking a slow sip, the wine swirling faintly in his grasp. A faint, mocking smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “And if I told you I was a vampire, would you believe me?” I paused, caught off guard by his ambiguous reply, unable to tell if he was serious or simply toying with me. So I played along, chuckling lightly and tossing out a half-joking reply: “If that were true, wouldn’t you have drained Neil dry by now?”

"It will tear you apart." I felt myself bite down onto my tongue. Oh, I was all too familiar with the teeth and claws of vampire society. My father introduced me to such painful games and trials. There was nothing they could do that would surprise me. I kept silent after Serin had spoken and thought about all that I had seen tonight. Wrenan Montgomery was a powerful man indeed, from his presence to his demeanor. Everything about him spoke about intrinsic animalistic urges. He reminded me of a starved tiger with the intellect and power to understand how to break someone down with only just his words. I found myself scoffing at the thought. Bring it on. I was already well-acquainted with starv

Nabita’s pov ; The battle erupted, a symphony of ferocious snarls, thundering footfalls, and the clash of teeth and claws against wicked steel. Each pack member fought with unwavering resolve, their bodies moving in perfect harmony with the primal instincts coursing through their veins. Victor, the vampire. who had accompanied us on this journey, displayed unearthly agility and strength. He effortlessly evaded the ritualists' attacks, his movements fluid and precise. With each strike, he disarmed his foes, rendering them helpless against the combined might of our pack.