Judas Iscariot Vampire Novels & Stories

Anara Knight Fuc* ! This was bad! I couldn't believe my eyes! She was Vera great grandmother or someone of her bloodline.....hence the name Knight....Zara Seravera Knight. The dream was true....it was indeed in the eighteen century when the witches first discovered Elysium. When women were killed with a black poison. But what shocked me more was the name of the man that ruled the werewolf world after her......Edward King.....my great grand father. The very man I saw in my dreams.....the healer boy.....my healing abilities came from him!

Silas responded, stepping toward him. “I'm not here to fight you,” Darius gave a side smile. “I came to make an honest proposition. Think about it. I'm a high-class vampire. You're a day lighter. With my blood, we make more vampires that are powerful enough to take down my siblings. Don't you want that? You want the O'Connor brothers dead, right.” He enticed him and bragged when he mentioned being a ‘high class’ vampire. Silas scoffed. “What makes you think I would believe a cock and bull story? Besides I'm not a day lighter am an upir.” Silas joked. Darius laughed.

I straightened my suit jacket and crouched down to his eye level. The wimp had tears leaking from his eyes ,blood running down his broken nose and a death wish for even referring to Dalia as that. I had a lot of score to settle with the fucker and I was just getting started. "So you do know where she is", I said and pressed down on his already broken nose. His scream filled the air. The wimp was a newly turned I guessed from just his screams. A long aged vampire would have been able to hold off his pain

She squats down and caresses my left cheek and an animalistic growl escapes from me unintentionally —I'm so sorry... but it's the only solution for both of us, vampires will never leave you alone as long as you live daughter, neither are a danger to all species as well as humans. I mock in her face as she now thinks she is the heroine. —Don't make me laugh, a woman like you... she doesn't care about anything so stop pretending you are doing it for our sake or for the sake of others because no one will believe you. Her husband comes in and forces Madi to drink a red liquid, she looks at me and approaches me, takes my chin by force and forces me to drink it. She looks at me as if to say goodby

he gods worriedly stared intently at their creature, who had been out of control for a long time and was now changing into nothing but trouble. He had acquired the status of deity by a clear margin and was no longer referred to as the "Messenger of the gods." He demonstrated to those who opposed him that he would not hesitate to use violence to avenge those who were thought to have betrayed his trust. He was cruel. He slaughtered his victims, who were nothing more to him than a collection of toys to play with, in front of the gods, making sure to leave a terrible mess even for those vile enough to enjoy a killing spree.

I replied truthfully,not hiding or leaving any stone unturned. “Did you consummate your…..” I didn’t let him finish as I hit the table. “Yes I did but am not the first and I won’t be the last,I know it” I yelled. “As the council head and the oldest vampire in zikia,I there by sentence the pet of Lord Damien to a brutal death by blood draw” he stated as I looked into his eyes. It held nothing, just determination,anger…….. blood drawn is too much, she’ll die in pain and I can’t let that.

Jasmine tried to move her hand, but was somehow stuck touching him, feeling the ickiness of the sludge crawling in her skin. “You will take Lucifer’s offer.” They looked at each other for a moment as time stilled. The wind started to blow only around them as they had their private conversation. Jasmine noticed the strike of lightning that stood the test of time not moving as she tried to break away from Judas using her other hand to pull. “Let me go.” Her voice rumbled as the thunder cracked the sky. Judas smirked. “Do you believe you are better than Jesus himself? I know him and seeing you…” he shook his head. “You don’t even compare…”

However, he was the only one who didn't fall easily to Chinua's persuasions, unless they made sense anyway. Finally, the last personality in the group, the hard guy, Judas. He was an ambitious guy. A man with too big dreams, selfish desires and lusts. The lust of the eyes, flesh and The pride of life all had full force on him. He would do anything to get whatever he wants.

The carvings on the cane itself were ornate and geometric without any recognizable pattern or design, but the gold handle was of a grotesque figure that seemed to be a mix between a bat and a snake. Dante proceeded to walk towards one of the paintings near the door and flicked a switch. Immediately, light beamed down from the top of the frame to show the painting with greater clarity. "What do you think of this?" Dante turned to his side where Jon was already standing. The painting showed an emaciated man with all his limbs seemingly cut off from his body. There were cuts and bruises as well as discolorations on his skin. He appeared to be sitting on the floor although his background was jus

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.