Judas Iscariot Vampire Novels & Stories

Then he looked away. “Not bad, for a fresh face,” someone said next to me. I turned and saw a vampire with slick hair and a smug smile. “You don’t look like the others. What’s your name?” I stayed calm. “Medor Thornwell,” I said in the fake accent I’d practiced. “And you?” “Marcus Voss,” he replied. “Third son of the Voss line. Never heard of your family.” “You wouldn’t have,” I said with a shrug. “We keep to ourselves. Quiet part of the west.”

They dug up their hidden secrets and anger against each other, but I couldn't understand. Firstly, I didn't know why they had such strength, and secondly, why did they seem like vampires or werewolves? "Are you humans?" I mentioned, and Kidd looked at me. "He already knows," he said, glancing at Daniel, then suddenly leaping before me. "Because you've seen our true forms, sweetie, you need to die now," he smiled at me, revealing his long fangs that weakened my entire system. "This will be quick. Just close your eyes," and as if under a hypnotic spell, I closed my eyes tightly, waiting for him to take my life.

She has no past. - There are kids who go in there when they're only two or three years old and even newborn babies. - But Lucasta considered me her brother. How can I heartlessly abandon her? Do you understand the pain of being abandoned by your own relatives? Samson's hiss made Aurora almost drop the glass of water. She noticed his eye color was brighter, and that was a sign that he was angry. This vampire guy also has a traumatic past when he was abandoned by his own parents and she can understand that he has seen his image through Lucasta.

My blood boiled and my heart clenched while the pain throbbing in my head doubled as I struggled to get his grip off my hair. “Hey, Salvador! I got your little werewolf princess!” the man yelled, and I stopped struggling and looked at Salvador. Salvador froze and slowly turned around, his shirt and face covered with his blood and that of others. His eyes flickered to my face, and my heart dropped. “I didn’t leave the car, I swear!” I blurted foolishly, and his eyes dimmed. His dark gaze moved from me to the man behind me. “Let her go, Judas, face me instead,” Salvador muttered.

No matter what, they have to keep their bloodline pure, and have their unspoken rule of purity be spoken, be known, over and over again. Judas roamed the wild for over a decade, searching, hunting, and detecting hideouts. He ruled the night all by himself. And oh, does that make someone succumb to loneliness. That was the first crack of his powerful reign. Loneliness. It was slowly eating him up day by day. Vampires, who are cunning as hell, sensed Judas’ growing loneliness and desire for someone to mate with. They instantly think of a devious plan to make the devil even more vulnerable—by sending him a weakness known to every man of their kind: A beautiful, and charismatic creature.

“Just as grave a threat to us is this rogue, this rebel named Jesus. He walks about as we speak, preaching his idiotic sermons. We must kill him before he inflicts any more harm. He is the one your sister seeks. And if we don’t reach him in time, they will join forces and find the shield. We cannot let that happen.” Rexius turned and nodded, and suddenly there stepped forward a single vampire, the only one of them dressed in white. He had black hair, a long black beard, and large black eyes. They were wide, and glowing with intensity as he stared right at Sam. “Judas here will infiltrate Jesus’ circle, and will help us bring him down. And then, we will catch your sister.” Rexius turned to Sa

It is an easy way to tell the Nati apart from turned vampires, their eyes turn red with bloodlust, not black. “Lonut.” Mihai says to the one on the right, “I’m glad you could make it.” Lonut nods, “This is my brother, Vasil, you have yet to meet him, my lord.” Vasil steps forward, clasping Mihai’s hand, “It’s an honour to be invited here.” An honour. He thinks it is an honour to be here when all i want to do is flee from this room and run as fast and as far away as possible.

Though someone may have complained about the lack of vitality. However, something unexpected hit Dante when one day, a woman came to his door with a child claiming that he was his father. There was no way that Dante would admit it because he didn't believe in women anymore when his mother left, not to mention the pure pleasure from fresh. But the DNA test left him speechless. The woman asked for quite a lot of money and left without any hesitation, she was soon gone again as if she never appeared. If it wasn't because of the child standing lively in front of him, Dante would consider all this as a dream, a nightmare. He tried to figure out how he and the woman had the child but all he got wa

This brings him to why he’s here in the first place. "I can fix all of it. We can have our status and wealth back. You can get Cassandra back. The version you fell in love with" Marcos added taking a step in his brother’s direction. Maximus watched him with suspicion. "Don't speak in riddles Marcos. State your purpose for coming here" Maximus demanded "Two years ago I turned a girl. Not intentionally but that's another story. When she rose as a vampire her eyes were not black, nor red, but blue. Shortly after we discovered she is also kinetic-"

He already knows what is wrong but he still needs to confirm. He studied the young woman's wounds. There are scratches around her arms and legs. Probably from the dragging by her predators. Jones is a vampire but after years of practicing self-control, he managed to make his senses devoid of any scent. If his guess was true, then this woman's blood wouldn't affect him no matter how addictive her blood is.