Marishka Vampire Novels & Stories

“Wha' wrog?” “They found another body,” She said, “Under the bridge. Same place as the last one. They said the body had all its blood drained out.” “Just like the last ones.” I shivered. She turned to me, eyebrows raised. “Apparently there are no obvious wounds. Do you still think they’re animal attacks?” “Of course.” I rolled my eyes. “What else would they be? Vampires?” “You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

“Show us your mast. It’s been so long.” Lucian remained motionless, his eyes burning in Larissa’s direction. Vlad entered the room. One of the vampires, recently turned, turned to him and became enchanted. Not knowing who he was, she approached with supernatural speed and took his lips in a bold kiss, pressing her nearly naked body against his. Surprised, Vlad grabbed the vampire by the shoulders and pushed her away. In the blink of an eye, her head was severed and her body fell to the floor, turning into ashes before it even touched the carpet. Vlad looked at his wife in surprise.

she said “you are not crazy little tank, there is no doubt that the vampires you have met are and were evil but the reason i seem to be making you question everything is because you have lumped us all into the same category which i find surprising. I mean, how exactly is it you think we get half breeds like yourself? If we raped and pilaged all the time we would have been extinct by now, in this day and age where even fankensteins monster can find someone to love in the movies why cant we? It was you who made us realize even vampires are romantic now after all” he said

My mood was quite high from the enjoyment of the game and for simply hanging out with my friends, but it dropped instantly when Marissa Badica appeared with an expression that could kill. "Wow… what crawled up her ass and died?" I whispered to the other three who struggled to keep their laughter in. "Hey you!" Marissa shouted at me and pushed me back a few paces with her wind. "Who the hell do you think you are, to act so high and mighty just because you're a little better than an average dhampir at combat?" she hissed as she stormed up to me. She got so close that I could smell her peppermint breath and the perfume that she wore.

While she was looking for answers to her questions, something caught her eye. "A black cape? Long-sleeved white shirt? And a red bow?” Cyrille's eyes begin to widen. "This is how a vampire dresses in classic Dracula films!" she exclaimed. “Oh my—” She couldn't finish her words and immediately covered her mouth to keep from shouting. She was overjoyed with the mixed emotions she was experiencing at the time, and she couldn't believe that after days of fruitless hunting, she'd have the good fortune to meet a vampire.

Nick and I nodded, “Do you accept your position as queen of the vampires and relinquish your life to the vampires as a hybrid?” “Yes.” “NO!” Mara yelled, but we continued, “Do you accept her as your queen, lover and mate?” Mandy asked Nick, he nodded, “Yes.” She took a knife and cut my hand first and then Nick’s, “This is the blood oath, this will bind your souls together for eternity.” She then muttered words in another language that sounded romanian or greek. She then placed our hands together and Nick bit my neck; I winced at the sudden pain but it soon disappeared

The three of them had gathered in the study for her first lesson after the sun had set. “Marilyn Lou was a tavern worker, she had a good life, good family, a good husband, she was also a Christian, and even though she was not rich, she had almost everything she needed to make life comfortable for her. The only thing she did not have was a good job. The tavern paid her well, but always had terrible male customers who would drink themselves to stupor and carry prostitutes all around. Her husband had always pressured her to quit her job, as it did not go well with her values as a Christian, but she refused because she needed the money, not like she had a choice anyway, as her husband was also p

She sat in a chair waiting for a man to come to her, a customer. The existence of one of the girls, sitting in his room and listening to the noise downstairs. People were partying, laughing and flirting with young women. Yes these men come to entertain themselves, and are called masher men. These four girls are vampires, they smell delicious blood even though they know the secret will not be as good as the blood of men who are still pure. This girl named Rose, is a hundred years old woman and still looks young and still a girl. Rose is a member of prince Yasashi's secret army. A girl who likes to seduce men and turn her into a vampire under her control, and is also a soldier who has the abil

Looking around, I see a bored vampire with a Japanese fox mask covering his face. He smells like another original vampire! “That’s enough, Harri,” Parisa says. “I don’t want the female werewolf to die. She is going to be our messenger.” Messenger? I have no idea what that means, and Parisa laughs in amusement. “Oh dear, do I need to explain everything?” Her sharp teeth glitter when she smiles. “The werewolves and my son need to know we are two original vampires now and that our army is growing. I wish to inspire fear.”

“I would recognize the cover anywhere. It’s in my apartment.” His brows shot up to his hairline as he studied my face. “Is this Anna a witch?” He asked. I shook my head, biting my lower lip. “She’s now a vampire,” I told him, my voice dropping to a whisper, not wanting the others to hear. Fury flashed through his eyes, and I saw the speckle of red in his eyes like I saw earlier. It made me shudder. A cold breeze attacked my flesh causing goosebumps to form on my skin and make me shiver.