Killer Vampires Novels & Stories

"He's mine!" the rogue vamp yelled through gritted teeth, his glowing green eyes boring into mine. Then, he hit me in the chest with his fist, sending me flying into the parking lot, as I slid across the hard pavement, trying to regain consciousness. He was definitely one of The Others, rogue vamps who didn't care about human life. Having completely lost their humanity, they cared for nothing more than self gratification and the kill. "Hey, you're pretty!" he said with a half smile as he started toward me, arms outstretched, grinning seductively.

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.

Andro has to fight to stay by his mate's side and fight off the new enemy waging a war against his family; his mafia family while protecting his identity as a vampire. CHAPTER ONE Annika’s POV In the chant of the black night, the stars were the choir, they were nights singing in an unusual pattern, singing a tone of death. Few minutes past ten, the once-cleared skies had transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black as the night laid down in a blanket of darkness.

Elias asked Xander over me. My head snapped up. "Ashes?" "Yes. Vampires burst into flames when they're killed." Elias shrugged. "So, the sunlight doesn't affect them?" Obviously, I had more to learn about our supernatural world than I had originally thought. "Yes, but Lance's wife, Leila, created a sunlight serum. So, now they can go into sunlight without bursting into flames," Xander replied as if this were the most normal conversation ever. "Why do they burst into flames in sunlight in the first place?" I asked.

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

Normally he would be worried, but he trusted Drianna. He smiled up at her. He still found it hard to believe someone as beautiful as her would even look at him. A Hemivor who had worked as the stables since he was a child. Hemivors were the half blood offspring’s of vampires and “inferiors.” Which in vampire language meant non vampire. Most Hemivors were products of assault on Wolf slaves captured during the great war, by Vampire Lords or soldiers. They were despised and faced a lot of prejudice in vampire society. Kips mother was a wolf slave and his father, her owner, had gifted them both to Lord Dusk. Kip had lived and worked in the palace stables ever since. Kip had met Drianna months af

When he saw that I merely crossed my arms without even a flicker in my gaze, he glared at me for a moment. Then he suddenly turned his head and spoke to Sylvia in a voice loud enough for the entire hall to hear. “Treat her the way she treated you. I’m here. No one will dare stop you.” The words fell like a thunderbolt. To tolerate, even encourage, a human blood servant to strike a pure blood noble at a vampire banquet. It nearly shattered every unspoken rule. Sylvia seemed stunned. She looked up at Kael, tears shimmering in her eyes, disbelief giving way to a twisted delight and barely restrained excitement.

she replied, glancing at Theo with concern. Before they could react, a figure leaped out from the shadows. It was a vampire. He lunged at Theo, knocking him down and sinking his teeth into his leg. Theo cried out in pain, trying to fight off the attacker. Sarah acted swiftly, leaping at them and trying to slash at the vampire whose reflexes were faster than she could keep up with.

The First Crown pulsed above my head, its starlight now twisted into lethal, obsidian-edged thorns. Beside me, the Shadow Lycan stood. Killian was a nightmare made flesh—a towering, thirteen-foot silhouette of light-absorbing fur and violet Alpha runes. He didn't roar. He simply let his presence expand, a suffocating, gravitational force that made the younger vampires in the room collapse, their lungs failing as the air was stripped of its life force. I looked up at the dais. At the Sires who looked like they had seen the end of the world.

“This is one of your spooky dad stories.” Kael tilted his head. “I’m serious, Ash. There’s more to this world than what textbooks teach. Some stories survive because they’re echoes of the past—half-remembered truths.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Okay. Suppose vampires were real. What would hurt them?” Kael didn’t hesitate. “Sunlight. Fire. Silver. Blood of the wolf.” Ashara paused. “Wolf blood?” He nodded. “It’s like poison to them. The two species have always been… incompatible.”