Lord Vampire Novels & Stories

She had only seen them once in the book, but she could recognise them like she had known them forever. High Lord Draven, the Parliamentarian Vampire, had silky black hair and dark red eyes that were emotionless. His face was lean and hollow, and his very pale skin, which was almost as white as his robe, made him look dead. By his right was the much larger High Lord Boris, the Parliamentarian werewolf with shaggy brown hair, dark brown eyes, and rich dark skin. A scowl was on his lips, and he stared at her with more hate than the rest.

The mark on the nape of the lady's neck, the unmistakable bite—this was the work of a vampire. A wave of adrenaline surged through me, heightening my senses and triggering an instinctive response from my inner wolf. Without hesitation, I swiftly moved towards Leonard's body, where Detective Cordelia, Inspector Mark, and Magdalena stood in somber contemplation. My hand trembled slightly as I raised Leonard's long hair, my eyes scanning the exposed nape of his neck. There it was—the same mark, the undeniable evidence of another vampire attack. The presence of a supernatural predator in our midst sent a chill down my spine, and I could feel the agitation of my inner wolf, its instincts pushing

Those who agreed to the contract gave their blood in exchange for some form of payment. In which case if there was a vampire lord living in Willow Creek for this long, he had to have some kind of record. If she couldn't find anything in newspaper clippings or articles about him, there was bound to be something on him based on contracts he had made. Most Vampire Lords contracted humans for their blood supply, as most preferred the taste of living blood. That's what she had learned from various other lords, anyway. "Ah, here it is. Lord Rodrick Hunt, Willow Creek's wealthiest resident," Charlotte read aloud to herself the snippet of an article she found. "He's incredibly evasive and has only b

That name piqued my curiosity quickly despite its unfamiliarity. "And who is that?" I heard Lykos query. I know he was just as curious as I was. "He's a count vampire; an abominable hybrid creature consisting of werewolf and vampire blood in his veins. He has a kingdom down in New Zealand just by the Bloodtrail pack. He also has a sister who is of the same nature as him and both are filled with vanity. The last I heard was that she was mated to an Alpha in one of the packs down there."

It might lead to thoughts of them mating and god he hoped they didn't. He could hold off no longer; it was time to meet Vorlyk, the first vampire to lead both cats and wolves. The northeast clan came to Dmitri's land for the safety of their young. Not only was Dmitri's territory overrun with different beastkind, but also children. His small room at the nightclub was holding more and more appeal.

My wolf shrank inside me in instinctive fear. Bootsteps echoed slowly across the marble. Then a deep voice spoke, low and smooth, curling through the silence. “Move away from him.” A shiver crawled down my spine. I lifted my head just enough to see. Black boots. A long dark coat trailing behind him. Skin pale as moonlight. Eyes a piercing crimson that glowed like fresh blood. The Vampire Lord. Seraphiel. He looked down at me, expression unreadable, gaze soft in a way that felt wrong on a creature like him.

David Winston was the first Vampire king who won ten kingdoms after defeating the Dragon king Marcus III and the werewolf king Pyrus, the blood hunter. Elsa read a lot about their journey when she came across a picture that had written about a night creature's consummation. It was such an awful picture. Elsa averted her eyes and slid her fingers to the other page because she didn't want to read it, and the little knowledge her maids gave was enough to understand what was on this page. “Don't,” a cold voice whispered and made Elsa jerk up in the seat with a scream, “O My god! “Shh! Your husband,” Gabriel laugh near her ears and held her in place.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

He had waited over thirty years, he wouldn't waste a minute. As he raised off his stake, ready to attack the defenseless creature, the door suddenly opened and two huge vampires walked in. Marco and the vampire King were already transformed into the evil creature that they were. Their fangs were out, revealing their glory to the shocked man. With their protruding ears and red eyes, Matthew knew there was no way he'd survive what was about to happen. The vampire King quickly attended to both Bella and Adonis while Marco faced the Hunter.

"We are here to discuss a matter of utmost importance." "I know what this is about," I replied, trying to keep the annoyance out of my voice. "Let's get on with it." The elder cleared his throat and began to read from a thick book in front of him. "According to our research, there are several signs that indicate that Lady Arayah is indeed a vampire." I raised an eyebrow. "And what, pray tell, are those signs?" He began to list them off, his voice monotone and dry. "She has pale skin, she is often seen wearing a cloak to shield herself from the sun, and she seems to disappear without a trace at night."