Killer Vampires Novels & Stories

[ Draken ] Vale City was known as the second capital of the Summer Kingdom. For the killer, whom we all assumed was the same person or group, to not only cross the border but also make it this far was deeply worrisome. And why the hell had no one been able to trace anything? We couldn't even identify what they were. There were no tracks, no scent, and no evidence whatsoever pointing to the culprit's identity. Judging by the state of the bodies, most people believed the attacks were the work of a vampire. Every victim had been found in the same condition, drained. Their skin was pale gray, and blackened veins spread beneath the flesh. There were deep puncture wounds on the victims' necks as w

The air was thick with tension and unspoken rules, and I could feel my stomach churn at the sight of it all. The fifth family, the Donatos send Viktor, their son and what he did made my perfect brown glowing skin turn white. He walked up to her and amide her screams and cries, he took the knife and spill her throat making a blood spill all over him. I stumbled back a little and covered my mouth to the sight of such horrific events. The next family came up and did the same thing. My heart rate increased. The second family, the Albertos, had their son Enzo do the same thing but he went extra by stabbing the girl thrice on her stomach before he slit her throat.

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***

"So do it." Candice's expression was unreadable. "Even if I wanted to," she said slowly, "he's already dead. Vampire blood only works if it's in the system before death. You drink it, then you die, then you come back as a hybrid abomination. That's how it works. Killian didn't die with my blood in his system." "He's not dead." Every head turned to Katherine. She dropped to her knees beside Killian, her hands going to his chest, his neck, checking for signs everyone else had already given up looking for.

asked leader Alan and peeked a bit at the bookshelf . ' Kiara ?!....He calls her by her name directly ?! ' thought Eskylrious annoyed . " No ! I am not interested in knowing . " said Kiara bluntly which left leader Alan a bit surprised . " Why ?! " asked leader Alan surprised . " Recently , I just learned that vampires actually exist and I became the bride of the leader of vampires . These two shocks were enough shocks for my whole life to experience . Knowing that there are other different creatures around , seriously , my brain will be drained out by trying to understand the mess in which I am in . " said Kiara with a serious tone .

Create myths. I provide truth. Exact. Detailed. Undeniable. 7:18 AM - Wolf fighter (W-22, name: Sarah Klein). Throat torn by Cormac's enforcer. Bled out in forty seconds. 7:19 AM - Vampire hunter (V-34). Staked by Valentina Corvino. Turned to ash. 7:21 AM - Dragon mercenary (D-03). Holy water attack by Tom Cracksman. Burned from inside. Died screaming.

“Killian?” Victor’s silence was answered enough. Sarah clenched her jaw. “You swore you’d never call him again.” Victor turned to her fully, his expression as cold as steel. “And I never thought someone would dare to touch my daughter.” Sarah swallowed hard. Killian Drake known as the Bloodhound was not just any werewolf. He was a tracker unlike any other, a ruthless hunter who never failed to find his prey. Once he was set on a scent, nothing in the world could stop him.

Chapter 6: Blood and Silence "There have been recent killings in the barren lands a few days ago. Some vampires who had gone to farm clashed with rogue werewolves, who killed every vampire on the land. Now the lands remain barren with blood and bones, decaying." Carson said, looking at the Primus, who sat on the throne. His eyes were dark, bloody dark. There was no sign of white or colored pupils in them. His jet-black hair accentuated the curve of his face, which remained expressionless. His jaw was sharp, sharp like a knife, as if you could slice an onion with it. His lips, full and red, made every woman in the vampire lands beg for his attention. He was a sin god. The god Kanchelsis must

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.

Blood for blood was the motto of vampires and I wouldn’t mind ripping the heart out of those vile wolves. “Sebastian was murdered and the wolves think the vampires did it. Quite a shame really, Sebastian was a great man and an excellent lover.’’ I knew Dahlia added that last part to make me feel jealous, but that’s the farthest emotion from my mind. Yes, I knew Dahlia and Sebastian had a ‘fling’ but that’s her past and I don’t care. “The child died thousands of years ago. How does it makes sense?’’ I asked “Titanium blue, scarlet red,’’ she pointed to Kira, “Your pet has all those physical attributes. It’s very obvious.”