Marishka Vampire Novels & Stories

After a few hours of training Tala stood breathless watching the swinging bag, then blinked at the sweat and looked at Marika. "You picked up well" She said. "I, felt it made a difference" Tala replied. "Keep punching this bag every night, and make sure to do it like I told you, the rest will follow, we are werewolves after all" Marika showed Tala her room, she had an extra bed to share and this would be her new resting place from now on. That next morning Turok was taking her to this Michak person "Tell me, what vampire problem did you speak of? I haven't seen a vampire in ten years"

Ichiro stood looking at him as if he had grown a second head. “That is impossible.” “Said the man talking to a werewolf. Shea, I will admit, may not be the easiest person to get along with, but she is a good person. Rough around the edges, sure, but she is loyal, and she is reliable. She probably left...” It came to Marx then, “to protect you.” “Marx,” Zigor called out. “The vampires are in Hedgewood. Seems Salvay and Passerini have aligned to Sven.” Zigor walked off and Marx made a move to go after him.

What man wouldn't love to have such a beautiful woman, small in height, with luxurious reddish-brown hair and light blue eyes as a companion? That left only the final four more conventional vampires to take their places. Sasha sat next, her prematurely white hair a stark contrast against the bronze of her skin. It was plaited down her back, though loose strands had managed to escape and frame her face; a face that was austere in its beauty, with dark blue eyes that appeared almost black in some lights. Mara wasn't sure how old Sasha was, but she suspected the other woman had to be past her fifth century at least.

“He’s back in London. To sort out his business before he comes back to his father’s pack.” She spat on the ground. “Don’t talk about that măgar to me.” Then she looked at Mama and Anthony. “No offence to you.” Anthony smiled at her benevolently. “None taken, Madame.” “Mariana. I am a simple woman. You are not human?” she squinted at him. “Half vampire. Unfortunately.” He sipped the wine. “This is really delicious.” “Made it myself,” Mariana beamed, pleased with his compliment. “Dhampir… Interesting. What is it like?”

We both seat on the hammock and she rocks us back and forth. ”Volk had met Marissa a year ago, here in new jersey. Davis, a young wolf from our pack, was running wild and he was chasing it. She had been taking pictures of the pack for a school assignment when she encountered Davis. He had injured her gravely and she was losing a lot of blood. When Volk found her, he had no choice but to turn her else she would die before the medics arrived. Volk had invited her to join the pack but she refused. Instead, She would show up every full moon, try to seduce him and guilt-trip him into doing whatever she wanted.”

* I sat up, gut instincts kicking in, searching the shadows that loomed over the garden. And then, I saw her. Her silhouette emerged from the pitch blacknes, placed in the light of the moonlight. She towered over the forsaken, her flowing long satin crimson gowns as the flowing river of molten magma glinting with deadly reflections of the reduced moonlight. Her hair flowed like a dark river surrounding her, her emerald eyes gleamed with malice. I braced myself, heart racing, instinctually stepping back. "Who are you?" “My name is Mara Voss,” she said, her lips twisting into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Witch of the Lost Covey. And you, dear Lena, I am on to you.”

I asked, and as if realization hit her, Marisa immediately turned back to her human form before wearing her shorts and shirt. "You better watch it, girl. I am out for you. I am leaving you right now only because I don't want to spoil Evander's birthday. Regarding Evander's reaction, you don't need to worry about that. I know you came into his life only a month ago. You are not the first girl who has tried to take Evander away from me. I know how to handle brats like you. Watch out," Marissa said as she turned towards the lake, and feeling annoyed, I waved my hand at the ground, making the wet soil below her legs slide a bit, and she fell into the chilling water of the lake, screaming like a

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

She dealt with hardship, she dealt with being poor and raising two brothers with a bedridden mother but she had never experienced being chased by zombies, werewolves, and vampires ever. She wants peace now. This crazy lifestyle was definitely not for her. “If you are done crying like a child, we have to go and stop Master Marco now,” Isaac spoke from above Rosa and she uncovered her eyes to see him looking down at her with a frown. “You betraying your master now, vampire?” Vance asked. He still lays there and takes his breath. Isaac glared at him and his eyes glowed. “Never.” “Then what? Stop him from what?”

I said innocently while trying to chew and I honestly have no idea how that worked. Cassie and Sophia burst out laughing their asses out. Cassie and Sophia are my best friend. Cassie was a white wolf, she was the eldest of the three of us, the fastest and my elder brothers mate, who happens to be the Alpha of Inara pack, which is my pack. Cassie is one of my mom's book class member's daughter, hence how we met and how she ended up being my brother's mate.