Marishka Vampire Novels & Stories

"Vampire, you are a.....vampire, how dare you come to our pack, you thought you can hide your scent huh, you came to fool us, and you really think you can fool me, a pure blooded werewolf. Before I give you a slow death, now tell me vampire, what did you do to my alpha." Mara said, staring at her, using all her boldness, Sharriah looked up at the lady in front of her, she didn't look like the lady she saw before, the lady she saw before was only harsh, but the lady standing in front of her now, looks like a witch, her fingers had grown thick and long, her teeth had grown quite long, with her eyes which was dark, and the lady was ready to rip her heart out from her body if she used the wrong

Marina said with certainty. Joseph's eyes widened. "That would mean Tasha is—" "Yes. A fairy-werewolf hybrid, birthed in secrecy A bloodline that hasn't existed in thousands of years." Marina's tone turned somber. "Her blood, if consumed by a dying vampire, could extend their life by another ten thousand years." Chris paled. "So vampires are hunting her... to drain her." "Yes," Marina said. "And they would burn entire villages for a single drop." Joseph clenched his fists. "That explains why I saw that blonde-haired vampire at the Holt estate. She was watching Tasha."

Luka nodded her head and finished all the wine in one long sip. “They are powerful witches, Luka. They’ve got a bloodline of white witches combined with the wolves!” Marquise replied and ruptured her statements. “Don’t get involved with them! You are a vampire.” “So is Richard, Marquise!” Luka hid her emotional voice and split her emotional state with another glass of wine. “He’s left me to find out that witch again, her incarnated version.” Marquise stared at Luka who emotionally sipped her wine and drenched her lips with the wine gushing out from her mouth.

I thought his eyes were fantastic before with the way they seem to stare into my heart, but now, as a vampire, they were spectacular. They glowed in wonder as he looked around. "It's amazing, Marina, everything looks so clear. Did you turn a light on in here?" I chuckled a little, "No, that is just the vampire in you. It heightens all the senses. You can hear better, see better, your sense of smell is stronger, taste is different and touch is, well, I'll leave that to your imagination till I can show you."

, she set her mortar and pestle aside and brushed off her apron. Irritated or not, he knew she would never turn up her nose at business. Money was not to be sneezed at, not in those Days. And, for Sarai, there should have been nothing Dangerous about a visitor. A human soldier was no threat to a woman who was also a werewolf, and Napoleon’s rise to power had interrupted that other, more Dangerous, warfare. The few witchblood families left in Europe had quit killing each other at last, forced instead to protect themselves from the ravages of more munDadne fighting. She had no reason to worry, and she couldn’t hear Asil’s frantic attempts to warn her. The door opened, and for a moment, Asil sa

Now, a mere werewolf had taken her place in his heart. As Vanessa paced her room, her thoughts raced. She gazed at an ornate mirror, where her reflection, a stunning vampire with long ebony hair and piercing red eyes, stared back at her. She whispered to her own image, her voice seething with bitterness, "Mara, you will not take what's rightfully mine. I will ensure that you meet your doom."

(Special Agent Marisko) “Yeah…I know that you wrote that new radio drama about that warewolf and vampire romance….in terms of passion and experience…you are already qualified….and you also knows how to put certain ‘spice’ in your work…in the entire Aeternum….you were my first choice to take this role….to become the first Entertainment queen in Aeternum media..” That’s right, the reason why I deemed Marisko are a suitable choice to become Aeternum first entertainment producer in in this world, is because she actually have a real time experience already. She actually made a radio drama about a sensual love story that infused the elements of warewolf and vampires, and it still aired on the radi

"Sister, even if you can't have Jax, you don't have to pick the rundown vampire clan. Don't end up starving before you even pop out a kid. I hear the vampires are going bankrupt." "The werewolf pack is loaded, even their bath water is infused with precious moonlight healing herbs. If your days get too rough, sister, I can pack up some leftovers for you." She said it all without caring about the servants' weird looks, covering her mouth and laughing hysterically. In Clara's mind, the werewolf pack had endless resources, and Jax was not only loyal but a total beast in bed, his massive member always straining against his tight leather pants, promising endless stamina to fuck her senseless and k

“I need answers. Tell me who they were.” “I don't know how to explain it,” she began in a scared voice. “You probably won’t even believe me.” “Try me,” Damon whispered. Mara drew in a deep breath, and she pulled up the blanket on the bed to wrap it around her shoulders. “They were hunters. Werewolf hunters…They call themselves Vortex.” Damon frowned. The name sounded so weird and unfamiliar to him. “I’ve heard of hunters, but I've never heard of this VORTEX.”

“Oh, gross! What have you been rolling in?” I groaned internally, turning to see a small blob-like spirit floating nearby. Vanya, one of the spirits that lived in the sewers. She was friendly enough but had a tendency to be demanding. She bobbed around me for a moment before flitting over to hide in Jessica’s hair. “Ugh, you smell so gross,” Vanya said. “That’s because she has a remnant of Vampire stuck to her,” Marianne said without looking up. “And we’re trying to find ways to get rid of it.”