Johnnie Guilbert Vampire Novels & Stories

I had been so focused on saving Jovita the last time we were here that I forgot to ask Gibson what he was, though I was certain he wasn't a werewolf nor a cold one, and according to this book, he was a witch. I didn't know creatures like that existed in our world. The similarities all came running back. The first time Jovita tried strangling the vampire from the meadow, Uriel, her eyes and body were glowing and she was muttering strange things I had dismissed as mere gibberish. Where are those spells?

I think we are way more than the humans. Logan walks beside me. Orpheus, Luther and Victoria came along. Raul, Amber and Katherine went to a bar. The others decided to remain at home since Vampires can go days without feeding. When we spot an easy victim for him, Orpheus helps us corner him. "Okay. When you bite him, in your mind, you have to count up to five seconds. Don't go past that or else you will end up killing him. Understood?" I tell him and he nods. We stand aside and watch him as he devours his first victim.

“As usual, Elizabeth Edwards, you show me you like my subject and you know any answer. You got the two points from me. But, you can still tell us the recipe, if you know it.” The girl started: “Eight large doses of clear water from the cold Spring ... 2 pinches of basil.” “Wait, dear. I’d like you to write down this recipe. Maybe we'll prepare it someday ... and maybe we'll use it.” “Against a vampire!” said Johnny excitedly. The children all laughed. Harmony smiled, trying not to make the boy feel offended. “Johnny, there have been no vampires for centuries. Not even in Western Transylvania. Some say they were exterminated... by werewolves. They also disappeared for more than four hundred y

Scared of Madalyn's cold, cruel aura, Sharon could only go downstairs resentfully. In the room, Kelvin gave Gilbert another syringe of medication. Gilbert vomited two mouthfuls of blood continuously. The blood was not as dark as before but still looked different from regular blood. Kelvin wiped Gilbert's leftover blood from the corner of his lips. He was about to get up to prepare and examine the fruit. Gilbert suddenly held onto his arm. Kelvin was shocked and yelled out in delight, "Gilbert?" But Gilbert still did not open his eyes and merely mumbled something while disoriented.

If you kill a Vampire in a fair fight, all of his or her property reverts to you. I owned Johan's house, his blood donors, and his seat on the Vampire Council. I'd gone from a lowly Third Generation illegally turned by a Rogue and set to be put to death to become a Master Vampire and a Council member because of a broken piece of wood. But we don't talk about that …

With fright funneling through my body, I watch through shaky eyes as the Vampire grunts and glowers grimly at her. “I won’t miss my aim again” Mortiz warns coldly, her voice stern and letting me know once more just how capable a Demon she is. I know if she strikes him again, it’ll be over. The Vampire holds his reproach while gripping the left side of his chest that’s bleeding into the lime-green cardigan he wears. The sight of blood dying into the bright fabric doesn’t sit well with me and I start to fidget with anxiety. He moves his blood-red lips rustily to imitate a wry smirk as he rattles hoarsely, “I guess I underestimated you a bit back there…”

Devin sighed and gave me a pity look. “He’ll come around.” He assured me. “In the meantime, it’s a beautiful day and the sun is up. You wanna go for a walk?” he asked and shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal, only if he knew what he just did. He just invited a vampire for a walk, in the sun. Good thing I’m a day lighter. “Sure.” I said and stood up from the chair I was seated. “So, what do you wanna talk about?” He asked swinging his arms beside him while staring at my face making me a little more uncomfortable than I already am.

Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curiosity getting the best of him. Melia arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to tell you that," she replied firmly, her voice as cool as a winter breeze.

He went straight to the metal table and laid the girl there. Doctor Jones Hampton was not surprised that another victim is brought to him again by one of his hunter friends. It has been going on like this since he started his career and he isn't complaining. In fact he likes it. He likes it that these hunters always take the initiation to save some humans who had done nothing to be preyed on by vampires like him. Reason why he remained vegetarian, or the animal blood-sucking vampires. This is also the reason why he dedicated his life helping hunters save these people. He stays in his clinic 24 hours during weekdays and only goes home on the weekends.

This could end badly for them. My heart continued to pound violently against my chest, and my body shook uncontrollably. The lights in my apartment were turned off, so I sat in the dark, praying that Joseph and the others made it out alive. They might have been sneaky and fast, but they weren’t strong enough to go against Joseph, regardless of how many there were. Right? After what felt like an eternity, my phone rang again. “Yes?” I asked into the phone. “I think we got them all,” Mulligan breathed. “We captured about 4 vampires. 2 we recognized 2 we did not. But they are in custody and being taken away as we speak.”