Killer Vampires Novels & Stories

To sink their fangs into it and drain it of its lifeblood and that of every other one of its races. It reminded him of Khloe. She was, in a certain way, a vampire, draining and sucking the joy out of every place her presence touched, and for that, the Blood Moon pack had always regarded her with a savage disaffection very much comparable to that with which they regarded vampires. Khloe Hamilton was girl, a woman now, who stepped into the room and the air went sour. Conversations tapered off and were swiftly replaced by angry stares.

The slim hope I had of those files even existing quickly disappeared. What have I done? "You know Khloe," He started, taking a slow step towards me, "I never really understood why vampires should have to drink blood from a glass when we have perfectly capable humans living in our presence." My breath hitched at the air around me started to feel thicker, making it more difficult to breathe. I stepped back as he took another step forward, my heart thundering in my chest. "It's always seemed like a lost cause to me you know? I mean why should we drink garbage when we could feel the rush of something alive every time?"

"That's not what happened. The truth is that death cannot change a man's heart. Evil men, like Stephan, will become evil vampires. But men like Malcolm Baal remain good and honorable." Karl's jaw tightened. "There's nothing good or honorable about vampires. They're serial killers. They've gotten away with murder for centuries." He leaned toward her. "But not anymore." Her skin chilled. "You can't kill them all." "That's exactly what we're going to do—stake them through the heart one by one till the world is free from their evil existence." Arthur and Drew came back downstairs. "He's gone," Arthur reported. "Disappeared. All we found was a phone off the hook."

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

I want you to know the place you were born, to see where your mother was buried mio said Kayla took his hands " I can't leave here, this is where my people are but am promising you this after everything I will think about it and get back to you Mio nodded " your mom will be very happy moi added T bc What's the quickest way In killing a vampire

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten

I rubbed Willa's face as she pouted unhappily, "This thing is serious. Have you looked through the files?" The files of the victims of this "vampire incident". The victims were all high ranks in random packs, betas mostly, and even Alphas. "It started with a beta, but the last victim was an Alpha," Kirsch nodded. He was always reliable when it comes to important matters. "You know what that means, don't you?" I got the files from Kirsch, but Willa wouldn't let go of me. "I don't want you to go!" Willa wrapped her arms around my waist, "Please, this is our first date!"

Instead, I just gave a dumb nod. When he was sure that I was ready to hear what he had to say, he continued. “Just as there are various human races, there are various vampire races. This is a little-known fact; but a fact, no less. At one time, the night-walkers were a peaceful race. Then, something happened that caused them to split. Many went rogue. This is similar to what happened with the angels, I believe. Bram Stoker’s famous Count Dracula was fashioned after these rogue night-walkers. Night-walkers got their name because they cannot tolerate the rays of the sun for an extended length of time and need to find places, such as the caves of Rapa Nui, to protect them from the burning rays