Master Vampires Novels & Stories

Releasing thick, cold vampire cum shot straight down his throat. He pulled out and slapped his messy cock across the man’s face, smearing the rest over his eyes and nose. But they weren’t even close to done. More vampires came into the room. Then the werewolves, making it three of them, huge, half-shifted, fur and muscle and massive red cocks already dripping. They’d been invited for the fun. The biggest one grabbed Marcus by the hips and forced his monstrous cock into the hunter’s already ruined ass. The stretch was sickening.

Hoping she could tell him something at least. Although he could tell that Valeria was not like Victoria or Lindsey. She was a fragile human being. As expected, Valeria had no idea. Valeria shook her head and narrowed her gaze again. "My name is Winston Hound. I am the vampire Master from Rome. And I am the man you are fated with. I am your mate." Said the vampire master standing in front of Valeria. Valeria's eyes widened as she looked at the man standing in front of her. She was staring into his eyes while breathing heavily. She never expected to be with a vampire master. But she was somewhat happy knowing that her mate was a vampire master. That too a man who looked like a Greek God. Looki

So he picked her up bridal style and took her out of there. Cory and I were then standing there face to face with the master when I heard Sergio, Angela, Holly, Caroline, Anya, Emma and Joseph all walk in behind me. All vampires. And all wanting to kill this one son of a bitch who was giving them a bad name and making it hard for them to exist at all. Especially since they fed on animals and not humans. "This is a little unfair." Master said, standing up straighter. "No. What's unfair, is me standing in the middle of this cave with all of your minions behind me so I couldn't escape. I did even the odds. But then I took that away." I said.

Lisanna started telling Cassandra everything she knew. “Those boys following them are Jet Crane, he is a warlock, Liam Wright, a werewolf from the West, and Oliver Hunt, a vampire. Jet currently ranked number 4 while Liam was 5, and Oliver was the second,” Lisanna said. Cassandra listened intently. “And those mean girls are Judith Lockhart, a witch, Krystal Knight, a vampire, and Joana Redwood. Joana was also a vampire and she was obsessed with First,” Lisanna mumbled. She ate the remaining piece for her food while looking fat Cassandra's reaction in front of her.

I can see someone coming to the door with a face filled with anger that he was disturbed. “The penalty for disturbing the king is death; who are you to think you are to disturb him in this manner?” The grumpy vampire spits at me, and I am instantly on edge. “We need time! Things are bad here.” Harmony screams. “On it,” I respond before speaking. “I am mated to King Brandt; I am Queen of the Northern Vampires.” His face contorts instantly as I shove past him and into the house. “Now get me your king,” I demand.

She pouted then trudged out of the room. Nadia widened her eyes as the man came closer to her. He lifted his own wrist to his mouth and chomped down. The sound of breaking skin sent a cringing shiver down her spine. Blood pooled from the prick and Damon offered her his wrist. Nadia instantly shook her head. “You’re delusional.” She retorted. Damon furrowed his brows. “Vampire blood heals little wolf.” He urged his wrist forward for her to take. “I’m not drinking that.” She pursed her lips.

"Will you tell me about it?" "I suppose there's no harm in it." Erling wandered toward the kitchen table and took a seat. "The vampire who changed Malcolm was a very nasty character named Vladimir. He had a pack of vampires at his command, and together they were destroying whole villages, raping and murdering, torturing for the pleasure of it. Stephan was one of Vladimir's favorite minions." Aya winced. Malcolm had been a gentle father, dedicated to healing the poor. It was appalling to think of him thrust into the midst of such evil. "What happened to Malcolm?"

I said, eyeing him carefully. “They were called slaves for a reasons,” he said, shaking his head. “. They were not allowed to disobey any order from vampires. I wouldn’t want someone I love to be a slave to the vampires. Not only do they do basic chores, but they also do other things…” his voice trailed off. He didn’t want to continue. “Other things?” I urged. “Like sexual?” “Yes,” he answered. “These humans are essentially slaves. They have specific vampires they tend to. Vampires that ‘own’ them. It’s why we give humans a specific part of the village. That way when they aren’t working, they can just…. Be.”

This is happening, just like the agency told me it would. Vampires have a different view of sex than humans do. For them, it's something even more primal, territorial. At the same time, they're immune to all human diseases, so they're much more liberal with whom they sleep with. And they do like to play with their food. I straighten up and slide my skirt down, kicking it off to the floor. The woozy feeling persists, but I don't feel weak, so I get off him and pull down my bra strap.

He shakes his head again, like he’s fighting with himself. “Fuck it. I’m dead anyway.” He sags and she knows he’s done. She moves back to the table and leans against it, waiting. “I don’t know names or faces, but there are two Witches, one of them is deep south American. Two Vamps, one is his lieutenant in charge of the group, and a Shifter of some sort. I never saw them so I don’t know what kind.” Maybe they could run this past the King and see what his thoughts on the matter are… She narrows her eyes at Mason,