Master Vampire Novels & Stories

I will give him more than he bargains for. I go to my new home, a plain suburban affair. It is furnished. Quickly, not breaking a sweat, I move most of the furniture into the garage. Then I retire to the master bedroom, draw all the shades, and lie down on the hard wooden floor and close my eyes. The sun has drained my strength, I tell myself. But as I doze off I know it is also the people I have met this day that have cut deep into me, where my iron blood flows like a black river over the cold dust of forgotten ages, dripping onto this green world, onto the present, like the curse of the Lord himself. I hope to dream of Krishna as I fall asleep, but I do not. The devil is there instead. Yak

Strong hands caught me before I hit the ground. I blinked. Empty and dark eyes. Sharp cheekbones. A powerful presence that sent an instant chill down my spine. I knew this man. Even through my delirium, even through the haze of exhaustion and blood loss— I recognized him without missing a single beat. Vlad the Impaler. Vladislav Moroz. The most powerful businessman in the world. And Malcom was right behind me.

“It is too dark for me, especially for someone like me who prefers the opposite.” “That must be pretty hard living with.” She inhales sharply. “I do the opposite of everything. I let animals free during hunting, I don't like drinking blood, and I hate attending the gothic parties. I could on and on.” “I'm so sorry you have to live with this, but trust we are not much different. I just discovered I'm a vampire with a very bad blood lust and so much more I'm yet to comprehend.” We walked to the windows at the end of the hallway, looking out at the village. We watch outside in silence for a bit.

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

Refusing to give up on his quest to find out the origin of these voices and the sinuous connection between whom he would only soon begin to fall in love with- Follow Zach as he discovers a side of him that could only scare the people around him for so long but along the way comes a compromise which he wouldn’t be able to make- -an endangering secret bound at the heart of a murder mystery that could only test how far he’s willing to go- -to find something as rare as love and at what expense to his mental health. * From those that brought you the critically acclaimed murder mystery, Vamp comes this all in all book that manages to shed light on the most sensitive topics evolving around the frai

They seemed suspiciously calm. Another Supreme, a handsome vampire with golden locks tied in a high ponytail, Hugo Erendi, the Lord’s favorite executioner, bared his teeth in the direction of the winged youth: - Aren’t you yourself a tame animal, Tantario? - the blond grinned. - The pet of an arrogant upstart, who follows him on his tail. “He is my Master,” William answered with dignity. - And you are even older than the Lord himself. The tall ones, with their tails between their legs in the presence of Vragenn. It’s a pathetic sight,” he waved the Night Raven, taking a defensive stance.

“Ten glasses of manhattan.” After a few minutes of receiving her order, the bartender handed her the glasses of liquor she had asked for. Akira stared at it and drank it, causing a burning sensation in her throat. She groaned while sliding the glass onto the table, licking her lower lips that tasted blood. She bit her lips so hard in anger that it became an open wound. Akira sighed and muttered, “It's not even sweet. What the hell is with those vampires saying our blood is sweet? It tastes like fucking iron rust!”

I have no right to reject it. Why did the Vampire Council even select me after knowing my hatred towards their kind? That too to that monster Alexander Ivanov. He literally is the uncrowned king of our world as people kiss the path he walks on. so what's so special about him? He's a pure blood vampire. There are many pure blood vampires but he and his brothers Are the first descendants of Vampires ever born in the world. They're more powerful and has special abilities. They can't be killed easily.

The Vampire cove one, as the name indicates, is legislated and governed by one sole vampire Lord, Huntman Jack! "Ran into Rapidfire, he slaughtered everyone." Alan whined in fear. Huntman grunted as he stepped forward. He was a very white man, almost as white as snow with red glowing eyes, pointy nose and pointy ears. He was dressed in an overall black robe, grey trouser and black boots. He has really heard a lot about these Rapidfire but hasn't really peered at him, the night vigilante was already becoming a stain on his authority. Besides, everyone just sat on their thrones and watched as Rapidfire obliterates their race without remorse, even the Councils of the hidden world just stood and

“I wish I found out a different way. But I’m not going to judge anybody.” “That’s so good to hear,” she said with a kind smile, warming my heart. Then she sighed and her hand reached up and touched the mark on the back of her shoulder. “You were one too, weren’t you?” I asked, eyeing her carefully. She closed her eyes for a moment as if she was watching the memory flash through her eyes. Then, she nodded. “His name was Miguel,” she said slowly. “He was a rogue.” I gasped loudly. “You were a blood slave to a vampire rogue?!” I asked.