Istana Vampire Novels & Stories

"Put her down." "I agree," K.D. Lange said. "I concur," Greek Goddess said. I gasped. "Wait. You say that I don't have any vampire instinct." The Asian woman laughed. "If you did you would not have used such a passé term. vampire? That's for myths and legends. We are Neratomay—The Undead. You would know that if you weren't thoroughly human."

Not until I had the power to protect her, not just from my uncle, but from the cruelty of circumstance. The air In the chamber seemed to thicken as I forced myself to breathe, the vampire instincts coiling inside me. Hunger, aggression, and the primal urge to strike pulsed beneath my skin. I crushed the impulse into submission. Strategy first. Patience first. Princess Victoria would come to those who controlled the shadows, not those who acted in blind fury.

The strawberry remained patiently pressed against Shay's lips while the vampire tilted his head slightly, his expression turning confused. "Why not?" he asked, "Will the world stop or something?" Shay opened her mouth to answer. Nothing came out. She didn't actually have a reason. It was just weird. Vampires didn't sit at wolf spaces, feeding wolves strawberries like they were some pampered pet. The whole thing was absurd. Ridiculous. It wouldn't fly anywhere else but here. Ivan noticed her hesitation but instead of backing down, he leaned even closer to Shay, invading her personal space. His voice dropped slightly when he spoke again, soft enough that Shay could almost feel the command brus

“That’s not important.“ Clara took the photo in her hand and softly she put her hand on the queen’s image. she pointed her finger at it and then turned to Ethan and told “she is your real mother” Ethan looked at her mom’s face and says “Ma” Suddenly his glance goes on Sandra’s photo and her eyes are bloodshot from anger. She points to her and asked Clara "Is she the one who killed my parents?" Clara nodded. Ethan further enquired “But why? What was her motive? What does she want?” Clara spoke “Sandra is an evil witch. She wants your power." “what power?" Ethan asked “You are not an ordinary child. You are the son of the celestial kingdom. Your father is the vampire king and mother a werewol

Lisanna said and held her Cassandra’s hand, but she just smiled at the poor witch. “This is my last question. Who was First?” Cassandra muttered. Instantly, Lisanna paled. “It was forbidden to mention his name,” Lisanna said. Cassandra couldn’t help but frown at her friend. “Oh, come on! That's ridiculous. Tell me his name, already,” Cassandra insisted. Lisanna nervously looked around her and leaned closer. She looked at Cassandra with her blue eyes and spoke. “Sebastian Alistair Blood. He is the vampire prince, or simply known as First.”

She looks from him to Dante who hadn't moved during the ordeal. "No... please Goddess, no..." she crawled over to him, nudging him, "Dante, get up." she demanded of him, but he didn't move. She looks down at his stomach, seeing the black ichor substance staining his skin slowly, "You won't take him from me to." She placed her hands over the wounds, opening her mouth to chant the spell she just casted, but the words escaped her mind. She fought through her racing thoughts to find the words, but they wouldn't come to her. She leans over his face, blood streaming from his lips, "I don't understand. You're a Vampire... You can't die from this!" she shouted, hitting his chest out of frustration.

Glass shattered right by Santos's head, and he barely ducked in time, as Magnus resorted to hand gestures and gibberish, well past the point of normal speech. "Witches..dark..spirit...Catalina!" The Vampyre king screamed, pointing a claw at Santos, "NOW!" And the 2IC found himself slinking out the door like a scalded pup. Deciding that the dark witches could try deciphering Magnus' crazy talk, he seemed to get worse every day. Santos knew that the Vampyre believed Isabella was his long lost love Jezzabelle, and after she had chosen that boy over her own father, he felt no guilt in using Isabella's image as a controlling mechanism for the eccentric man. As Santos pulled up alongside the eleva

With the most apologetic voice I could muster, I mumbled, “Sorry.” No one calls it their ‘man parts’. Also, he’s two thousand years old? My mind was going everywhere, but at the fact that I was at the mercy of a, possibly, murderous vampire. I should be afraid of him. But because of the realization that he could be vulnerable too, he didn’t come off too daunting as he should. “I would appreciate it if you refrain from doing that again,” he continued to say, sounding more irritated this time. “Your blood is unlike I have ever tasted before, but I will not hesitate to take drastic measures if this adorable rebellion of yours continues.”

"I know right? I need to know all I can about this vampire because from my research, he seems to be the leader. If I can bring him down, it would be easier to bring the rest of them down" "Why do you want to bring vampires down? I mean you have no encounter with them after all" I looked down and looked around trying to prevent my emotions from showing. "I once had an encounter with a vampire . He killed a man in my presence. He drained his whole blood and left the man there. I was fortunate I wasn't seen, else I would have been long gone". She eyed me up and nodded, "Follow me", she said and turned. She kept walking into the forest and at a point I was getting scared.

At the moment, I am now with my whole family, they light up the candles behind us, and I was left standing on a red carpet directing to the door. Mother signaled that I should now go inside since it is now time, and all of them are just quiet, looking at me. I began advancing gently toward the door, and when it was within an inch of me, I tapped myself and waited for it to open. The silence is making me nervous, and the door hasn't opened in a minute now, despite the fact that I'm right in front of it already. With all courage I gently said, "I am Celestine Duke, the Heiress of Vamparia, please let me enter the heart of the palace."