Irl Vampire Novels & Stories

“He’s in KR. We had to lock him up, so he doesn't come out to fight and put his life at risk. Let's get the both of you home.” The second Tally turned to move forward, a hand collided heavily with his stomach. The impact of the blow separated his hand from Irene's hand and sent him flying through the air. Irene screamed his name. Her mate was in a lot of pain there he lay on the ground. She could feel his pain consuming her. Kayla's eyes locked fearfully on the vampire that just knocked Tally out. It was the amber-eyed vampire. He was staring right at her.

My anger started to fade away slowly like a thin air and my eye color started to get back to normal. I dropped the boundary of the spell that I was still holding on to and now Lily was free to walk away just when Elvin turned towards her while still holding my hand and I looked at his face, he had the vampire face on display with his blood vessels contracting near his eyes and said to her, “you better run away from here and never look back because this time she is sparing you as she has a funeral to attend to but who knows next time she might give a date worse than death and you might beg to die. So run away”.

So he nodded. “I will wait until your return,” he said. “I have a gift for you,” she said softly, just as hell broke loose in the entrance of his mansion. The yell of one of his vampires was heard as a woosh of brightness entered the pool room, three of his people turning to ash in seconds as a silver stake streaked through the air. “Mavery, you lied!!” came the yell of a woman in all black as she rushed forward, as another of his vampires trying to stop her entrance went down.

Alessia will not casually spill Federico's secret of being an immortal vampire to anyone—let alone the dumb mortal girl who dares to force herself into Federico's home. But Federico does not nod or even look grateful at Alessia. In fact, his brow is beginning to droop low—almost as if he is displeased. "Hailey is my possession. You are not break what is mine," Federico replies. Alessia laughs without any joy. "You can find another servant to replace her. She isn't worth keeping when she's already so defective." Then Federico does the unimaginable. He walks up to Hailey and grabs her by the wrist. The poor, idiot girl startles, but Federico has supernatural strength—one of the perks of being

After a few minutes more the candle lights came on again while the owls returned. I waited to watch in alert and zero seconds. The new vampires stood up in their immortal forms, all in a separate species from the other. They were all physically different. The first one looked very similar to the joker, only this one had fangs, longer nails, a deadly face that made him look like an angry bat, short, red-skinned, and a very huge head. I quickly recognized that one to be the night prowler. He was of the Yara-ma-yha-who breed. An ancient breed common in Japan.

Danrious took his hand away from my mouth. "Help," was the only thing I could say, but he just fixed his glasses and grasped my hand. "Don't worry, you won't end up like them," Sir Daryl assured. I'm unsure what he means, but I fear them now. He licked my wrist, then sank his fangs into it without warning. I winced at the agony but didn't have the strength to fight it. They're not humans; they're bloodthirsty vampires. A tear fell from my eye, and I gazed up, seeing the plain ceiling and closing my eyes.

***Liliana’s POV*** I can’t believe the sight in front of me, Raven is now a large blood colored lycan tearing Orin apart. She greedily drinks from him her aura slipping into every enemy vampire surrounding us, bringing them to their knees as they begin to bleed from their eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.

She had only seen them once in the book, but she could recognise them like she had known them forever. High Lord Draven, the Parliamentarian Vampire, had silky black hair and dark red eyes that were emotionless. His face was lean and hollow, and his very pale skin, which was almost as white as his robe, made him look dead. By his right was the much larger High Lord Boris, the Parliamentarian werewolf with shaggy brown hair, dark brown eyes, and rich dark skin. A scowl was on his lips, and he stared at her with more hate than the rest.

It seemed that some of the young werewolves had caused trouble. “What are those?” Her daughter asked and turned in the direction of the window. Irma’s body froze when she saw a pair of red eyes outside their house. She could not be wrong; those red eyes belonged to a vampire. Vampire! Irma cast a protection spell. “Sebastian…” She breathed out slowly. “Sebastian… Do you hear me?” But there was no response from him. Irma picked up her daughter and snatched the cloak from the rack. There was only one way to save their lives; she must run.

Logan smirked and walked up to the mirror as the cleaning section occurred. He stared at his face and took his hand to the scar and began caressing it. "I missed you brother" He said smirking devilishly. * IRVIN'S COTTAGE * " What" Melantha said, shock, an understatement of what she felt. Her heart rate increased and the room became automatically stuffy, she suddenly held her neck gasping for breath. Irvin wanted to move to help but she raised her hand stopping him. The information was just so much to take in.. As in, he was a vampire, like, a vampire had been living in the district of wolves without being spotted.. Wait that not what to worry about.