Ikemen Vampire: Napoleon Novels & Stories

Camlin retrieved the rapier to toss it again. “Vampires,” Kayla whispered as realization struck her. The rapier was of silver, and it burned the soldier. The three v’s on their arm badges. Terror consumed Kayla. “V Empire.” A loud bang. The glass wall behind Kayla and the rest shattered, shards of glass flying through the air. They parried the shards with their hands shielding their eyes, swiveling their heads aside. Some shrieked and bent over. The next second, one of the vampires flew into the room through the broken glass and grabbed Kayla, disappearing immediately.

Now that they attacked the war border, it was likely that the werewolves would take advantage of this situation. “Will you hate me?” Mateo reached out for Carissa’s hand and kissed it. He stayed with her a bit more before he walks out of the room and walk downstairs. “Nicanor, send people to let the hunters in. Order our to prepare for the werewolves attack instead.” “Yes, Your Majesty!” Nicanor bowed before calling someone to come over, “Come here!” The vampire he called was the fastest runner they have. He listened to Nicanor’s orders seriously before taking off.

"Master Simon, what of the fatal wounds? How do we guarantee that the turned humans will be incapacitated enough for the main assault?" Simon's eyes gleamed with malevolence as he unfolded the diabolical aspect of his plan. "The newly turned vampires will carry a venom in their fangs. This venom will inflict wounds upon the werewolves that will weaken them, rendering them vulnerable to our true soldiers. It's a strategic advantage that they won't see coming."

Silas had given them the authority to strike decisively, and Nixon's team, armed with knowledge and cunning, infiltrated vampire hideouts like phantoms in the night. The first strike unfolded in silence, a ballet of precision as the squads breached the perimeters. Silas's fighters engaged with the vampires, their moves a choreography of supernatural prowess, claws, and fangs meeting with lethal precision. Nixon's team, adept at exploiting the supernatural vulnerabilities of their enemies, incapacitated the bloodsuckers with swift and surgical efficiency.

Julian emerges first—pale, elegant in tailored black, fangs gleaming, eyes crimson with hunger. Behind him, the vampire army—hundreds strong, capes billowing though no wind blows, shadows clinging like living cloaks. Some old—Victorian elegance. Some new—modern tactical gear over immortal skin. All deadly. **Julian (bowing slight, voice smooth as silk, smile sharp):** “Storm Queen. Your call echoes in every vein of the night. The Bathory Covenant answers. The horde is yours.” The battle ignites. Swarm charges—tendrils whipping, beasts leaping in waves, gravity pockets warping bullets mid-flight.

Viktor had not even had time to crawl up when an armored boot landed hard on his kneecap, crushing the vampire's rotula to the floor. "AAAARGGGHHHH!" Viktor's screams filled the horror of the night again. He cursed his immortality which actually made him numb slowly. Outside the banquet hall, right in front of his riflemen formation, Chloe Vanguard stepped in. The rumble of electromagnetic guns was simultaneously stopped by the gesture of one finger of the Queen raised in the air.

The pack fell silent in awe and instinctive reverence. Inferno’s voice rolled across the room like molten iron meeting ice. “Three more are coming.” My breath caught. The pack straightened subconsciously. Inferno continued. “The vampire lord from the Carpathian Peaks. The French Quarter’s exiled High Warlock. And the Alaskan rogue you see before you.”

he added, his voice filled with gentle concern. "Thank you, Claud," I smiled, gratefully accepting the berries and quietly munching on them as we awaited the elders. The simple act of eating brought a small comfort amidst the chaos. As I finished the last of the blueberries, a hush fell over the camp. The air grew thick with anticipation, signalling the arrival of the elders. I stood beside Claudio and Aunt Agatha, feeling the weight of the moment. Emerging from the shadows, the elders made their entrance. Leading the group was King Nicholas of the Vampire Empire, his presence commanding and regal. His eyes, cold and calculating, scanned the area with an intensity that made my skin prickle.

SEBASTIAN'S POV I was wrong, Sarah’s the only irresponsible vampire in history. There's not one single reference of a member of the royal family leaving the kingdom. It's like none of my ancestors even anticipated an incident like this. "Good going Sarah, there are better ways to punish me for not paying attention to you, this is just too much! I don't even know if you're dead or alive. Please come home." A slight knock interrupted my monologue. Rhea? This feels weird and unexpected. I guess she's still our friend after all.

- Come on! - Impostor! -Who are you? The crowd exploded with indignation. Someone picked up a rotten fruit from the pavement and threw it at the vampires. Ilyana watched in horror as the soft mass hit Vragenn right in the face. The girl held her breath, expecting the Lord to tear all these people apart, but the vampire only wiped away the remains of the rotten fruit and spoke again: - Hear the word of God, see the one who was sent to our world to atone for our sins...