Judas Iscariot Vampire Novels & Stories

“Don’t you think what Valerius did was… strange? That witch-cloaked man, Morwen. He promised to turn him into a vampire if he took us to Chloe. And Morwen did it. He led us straight there. But instead of keeping his word, Valerius killed him. No hesitation. No fulfillment of the promise.” Diana leaned forward, her eyes flashing. “Boy, are you crazy? I loved what Valerius did. Think about it. A man who would betray his own kin just for a taste of immortality? That’s not ambition, that’s poison. Do you think that if he actually became a vampire, he wouldn’t unleash absolute chaos? He already betrayed his brothers and sisters, the ones bound to him by blood and oath. Such betrayal is evil. So y

"I hope that you're not seriously considering that I've somehow become one." "Not exactly," Gabriel said. He went around the desk to his chair where he grabbed a dusty old tome off of his bookshelf. He swept some other books and papers off to the side to place the tome down. "And do you know how the Vampires originated?" James scoffed. "Not even the Vampires know how they were created for certain. I've heard stories ranging from Judas Iscariot rising from the dead the night after he hung himself, to the Descendants of Cain theory, to the Children of Longinus theory, and another one going all the back to Cain and..." his voice trailed off. "Cain and Lilith being the progenitors," he whispered

It maddened me—how she could look at me with fear and defiance all at once, and somehow make me crave both. Judas’s name hung unspoken between us. He was the shadow in every corner of the room, the ghost between every breath we shared. If I don’t end him, he will end me. Worse—he’ll end her. That thought alone was enough to stir something cold and sharp inside me. My repentance would only last so long before my instincts returned, and right now, they screamed one thing: eliminate the threat. But Jasmine… Jasmine keeps me tethered to the idea of restraint. She wants me to solve this without blood. She doesn’t understand that Judas doesn’t respond to reason. He only respects fear.

Who was crying, her hands were dripping blood and there was a man beside her who was holding her not to fall to the ground. "Evangeline!" Abu whispered and a member of angels cane down the skies and he saw Kram. "Archangel," he said in a soft voice as he faced him. Kram glanced at him and he saw Kram's face filled with sorrow. "We're too late! They already multiply," he said and Abu felt a pang in his heart as he watched Evangeline who was trying hard to stop his son who became obsessed with power and in wanting to rule the world. He saw Evangeline running towards her son who was fighting with his father at the top of a rooftop of a huge building, but then another vampire came in front of he

“Wha' wrog?” “They found another body,” She said, “Under the bridge. Same place as the last one. They said the body had all its blood drained out.” “Just like the last ones.” I shivered. She turned to me, eyebrows raised. “Apparently there are no obvious wounds. Do you still think they’re animal attacks?” “Of course.” I rolled my eyes. “What else would they be? Vampires?” “You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

He waited until Mavie handed the folder over to him, and as soon as he got it secured in his drawer after checking her handwritten name on it, Judas spoke. “Since it’s the weekend today, our deal starts now,” Judas declared. “Yes, sir,” Mavie replied. “I want to have a bath. And that means you will give me that bath,” Judas said. “But first things first….” Mavie looked up to see Judas in the face as he spoke to make sure she was being polite. “You cannot look at my face directly. Anyone to see my face enough to describe how I look like dies in my hand,” he announced.

“Judas deserves hell.” His eyes flickered with amusement. He let out a low chuckle, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my face. I jerked back instinctively, but his hand hovered just close enough to make my skin crawl. “Oh, darling,” he murmured. “You think this is enough, don’t you?” “I know enough.” My throat tightened as I spoke, but I refused to show weakness. “Judas is a monster, Sera. A rapist. A murderer. And he’ll rot in prison once we have enough proof. And this pen drive and few reports will not be enough.”

Jayce reached over, turning off the light and leaned back against the board, rubbing her arm slowly. "Who are the other Supernatural leaders?" Lily whispered. "Dante Iscariot, he's the original Vampire." Jayce said with distaste, "He's been around since Christ was crucified." "Wait, Iscariot? Isn't that the same last name as Judas?" she asked him. "It is." he put up a finger, "It is written that he was an only child," Jayce shrugged, "which also means Dante's existence was hidden from humanity for obvious reasons."

I needed him to continue; I needed him to tell me everything. “I know what he is, Tessa,” my father shocked me again by saying. “What?” I asked, trying to steady my trembling hands by holding onto my fingers. “What are you talking about?” He met my eyes before he said, “I know that Joseph is a vampire.”

she smiled widely at them as she rose from the foot of the tree where she sat. "I have a question though," it was the same kid from earlier who had asked who the Vampire King was. "What unique tattoo does he need to find?" "Oh," Dua chuckled, "I have a sample here." She rolled up her sleeve on her right arm, revealing a delicate jacaranda branch wrapping around the her right arm, with small, intricately designed flowers and leaves spreading towards her shoulder. The flowers are a vibrant purple hue, gradating from light lavender at the tips to deep plum near the branch. The branch itself is thin and curved, with tiny buds and leaves sprouting along its length.