Ikemen Vampire Novels & Stories

They were known to be the most ruthless vampire coven in the east coast of Romania. Drengr are the pure bred vampires, they are the first vampires to ever come into existence. They have physical strength and speed, they can also control minds. Ultra violet rays, sunlight, and garlic have no effect on purebloods. They are immortals unlike werewolves who weren't blessed with immortality. Purebloods can only be terminated with a silver stake through the heart and must also be decapitated or they would be resurrected. Callan knew if the leader of the Vampire coven finds out that they had a mate, he would immediately try to eliminate her. Over their dead body will they allow any harm to come to t

In the grand, eerie mansion that served as the vampires' lair, Simon Howell, the imposing vampire leader, stood on the balcony overlooking the sprawling estate. His crimson eyes were a fierce, fiery red, reflecting his anger and unwavering determination. He had a list of targets in mind, and he intended to accomplish his mission at any cost. As Simon brooded, one of his trusted lieutenants, Lucas, approached him. Lucas hesitated for a moment before delivering his report, "Master Howell, we've observed the Thunder Claw Pack as you ordered. However, it appears that one of the werewolves spotted our presence."

That was the knife that she had used on the vampires that were attacking her. “Sadira?” Imeela flinched when he said that name, and her eyes became like hazel glaciers. “Wait…Imeela. Is that really you? How is this possible?” he asked, looking at me before turning his gaze back to her. I was lost as fuck about what was going on right now. If Elle sent him, and he knew who she was, there would be a connection here. What was that connection though? “Who are you? Did they send you? You’d have to kill me before I left with you. Just keep in mind that this blade is lethal to any vampire that isn’t me,” she said coldly.

Just how much about my Pack has gotten past our borders and even beyond the wastelands? “You underestimate how weak your borders have become. When Fenrir decided to create an ever-open link between the two Packs he both owns now, he left a loophole of terror. He forgets different Packs have different enemies and leaving your Pack with weak borders will only invite its natural enemy.” Imon finished his meal somehow before me. Probably it was because I have been sipping on the milk more. “The valley vampires.” Imon continued. “How did you know-we contained it.” I stuttered, lost as to how he was also about them.

Michael asked, full of doubt. "Reread it; maybe there will be other information." Jake pointed at the device Emma held. Emma continued reading. "Vampires have their types and levels." Emma looked again at her two colleagues, who asked her to continue reading. "The first is Origin, a vampire of pure blood descent. This type of vampire is a vampire born from a vampire marriage. The speciality of origin vampires is their physical strength, like werewolves and yeti. The difference is that original vampires are stronger than werewolves, but werewolves have more senses and speed. It's different from Yetti, who is stronger than a vampire but stupider and slower," said Emma, reading with a strange f

Maki spoke up. “Sharmaine, you are immortal, you can choose to become a vampire.” Maki continued to look at Sharmaine. Sharmaine smiled, she prepared the table outside in the garden: "Why should I become a vampire, I have Augustus to protect me, he won't hurt me." Sharmaine doesn't want to be a vampire, she wants to be immortal because immortals possess human bodies, they are also easy to kill, Sharmaine wants something related to a human father hers.

She gestured at the student at the front right of the room a few seats over from Moira. The tall, thin boy rose from his seat and smiled toothily around the room. “My name is Demetri Yennen. I am a vampire of the High Top Clan. Our Sire is Varvara Mirovich. I joined this class to follow in my father’s footsteps as the liaison to the local coven and human towns in our territory.”

Intimidating and awe-inspiring. "My name is Nya Crimson; I have the lives of two people wrongfully murdered in me, and I will have vengeance." * * * Using her body's memories, she reviews what was known about the vampires of this place. They were a race of long-lived superhumans, one of several that were classified as 'omen'. Omen were genetically-enhanced creatures generally regarded as monsters.

I wanted to speak, but only incomprehensible gibberish came out. I moved but found myself pinned to the ground again, this time not only on my chest but also on my legs, feeling a cold pressure pinning me down. "It's us, Elmar and Greg. We're in some fucking cave twenty miles west of this fucking pack. Are you sure you want to take over here? This place is some nuthouse, man." I froze when I heard and recognized Elmar's voice. He was the only vampire I had ever met who spoke with a hard accent as if he were learning a foreign language.

I couldn’t help but smile at her. “As for the regular vampire abilities, we all have the ability to teleport and move with incredible speed,” Bernard continued to explain. “We all have heightened senses and can see in the dark with ease. We are also immortal, but not indestructible. Everybody has kryptonite. Ours happens to be silver. Silver weapons are used to kill us. The sun makes us ill and we could die if exposed long enough, but we won’t burn alive or explode.” “And we can eat garlic just fine,” Carter added with a smirk. “I hate that stereotype.”