Marishka Vampire Novels & Stories

Maya and Vishous were madly in love with each other. Mostly because of the satisfaction they received from their various s*x adventures. Both of them were werewolves. Maya was a beautiful nineteen year old girl, turning twenty in a week. She was going to find her mate then. Everyone in werewolf world was supposed to find their mate once they were twenty years old. Maya was a little shy but adventurous when it came to sex. She was is personal s*x doll. A toy that he could lick and f**k however and whenever he wanted and she would still beg him for more.

the young woman whispered sharply. "Vampire," Black growled. Bianca's eyes widened. Her head now went from Rosy to Black. Then she shook herself and faced him, "Are you telling me Rosy is a vampire?" * _Smell her again! It's... strange... I want to take care of her. Why would I want to take care of the offspring of a damn leech?" asked Maska. However, the wolf seemed to have calmed down and was much less aggressive.

He leaped up and tried to run out of the room. I wouldn't let him. I took hold of his arm and heard a loud crack, and a streak of fire leaped from his forearm. Marcus dropped to the floor as if I had shot him. I looked at the ladies. Mara fingered her crucifix with a haunted look. "You are a holy vessel." A what? Marcus cowered against the wall, trying to keep me from touching him. I stood watching him with my hands on my hips. "Kim, it's not just your brands that can't be touched by a Vampire," Mara said. "It's you!"

But why did she specifically target my face? She should be thankful I restrained myself from retaliating earlier. I’m the prince of our clan, for crying out loud! And I’m just going to get punched by someone? “But it’s especially made by the white witches that can only be seen by us, the vampires,” Miley added, slumping onto the table, mimicked by Reiri. They looked like a pair of twin siblings. “You also mentioned that she saw what you saw in the supermarket?” Hiro asked, and I simply nodded at him. That particular issue is also bothering me.

All of which led to Cade. “Despite his uncanny resemblance to Marius” she continued, a bored tone to her voice. “He is not of his line, however, we do have someone who is.” A slow, cruel, smile curved her blood red lips. Marius, I concluded, was the original vampire, Andromeda’s lover. At least now I had a name to tell Cade if I ever got out of here. She continued to walk further into the room, her eyes taking it in and she seemed satisfied.

Vanshika "I won't taste your blood, because your blood is venomous." Vishal smiled at her and said, "Even if you tried to taste my blood, I wouldn't have let you do that." Vanshika "Now heal your hand." Vishal, "I will. I'm so proud of you." Vishal and Vanshika were looking at each other fondly. Suddenly, a vampire attacked Vishal from behind. Vishal fell to the ground. Vanshika was shocked. That vampire was the same woman Vishal had seen killing Tanya. Vishal recognised her. He got up and pushed her away.

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?”