Mcr Vampire Novels & Stories

Vic, the ruthless vampire leader, led his bloodthirsty cohorts through the streets, leaving devastation in their wake. Vic, his eyes glinting crimson in the sunlight, reveled in the pandemonium he unleashed. His voice, commanding and cold, echoed through the tumultuous scene. "Behold, my minions! The time has come to assert our dominance over these feeble humans. Let their screams be the symphony of our triumph!"

Angel roared and quickly grabbed the face of the first vampire then smashed his body to the wall making it unconscious. “SHE’S MINE AND MINE ALONE!” then he went to the second one who was already about to touched Mira’s breast when he kicked his face up to the ceiling and landed on the floor unconscious. “NOBODY WILL EVER CLAIM HER BUT ME!” Angel madly roared when he went to the last vampire who was about to penetrate Mira’s core. He made sure that the last vampire was totally ripped into pieces causing Andriel, Malik, and Luca to brag inside their bedroom.

“You mean they passed through the borders and we didn’t notice?” Dario asks, furious and a little surprised because he prided himself in knowing that his pack has top security as he also was instantly notified whenever a breach was to happen. “Yes. Draco is with them”. James said with a sigh, waiting for an outburst from Darionas Draco was a good friend but a terrible foe. Draco is a cvampire that is out of the ordinary, as he was born both by a witch and a vampire.

However, now I could possibly get some information on that end, so I resolved to move closer. The door was left somewhat ajar, as the vampires here seemed unconcerned about possible spies. That meant they didn't suspect anything about me yet and trusted each other, I figured. I peered into the crack, noting that there was another vampire in the room with Misty. He was lanky, with cold crimson eyes that pierced into her when he spoke. His skin was as pale as death, like a classic vampire, and he had slicked-back black hair. There were laceration scars on his face as if he'd been in a pretty bad fight before.

He asked "Yes, just to know about vampires who are Vegetarian's." "Don't spill your blood just anywhere especially where vampires are. Okay." He said with a smile. That just confirmed that he was a vampire. A good one.... Unlike the annoying bastard. "Okay, I understand." I said with a smile. "Good, what is your name." He said "Veronica, as I said earlier." " I know, just tried to recall if anyone I knew is answer the name Veronica. " He said "My name is Justin mark." He added. "Cool, nice to meet you." I said as I stretched my hand out to shake his. His hands were extremely cold.

"We need a place to stay, nothing else, bastard." "And why should I do that?" "You know why, Remmick." Draven calls as another chuckle rings out, and a figure materializes from the shadow. Myra is spooked as she holds onto Draven's shirt, watching the figure emerge, scared this might be another rogue situation. She cannot watch Draven get hurt again. "Even after a decade, you still are a prickly bastard, aren’t you, Draven?" the male speaks, a smile that shows his sharpened canines and unnaturally pale skin, a vampire.

There was something magnetic about her presence, confidence radiating from her like heat, making Chloe feel even smaller, more exposed. “She’s… different,” Valerius continued, his smirk deepening. “Melara is a vampire, like me. But her talents are more… specialized. She helps make the sex lives of my kind hotter, darker, unforgettable. She was hired to spice things up.” The words hit Chloe like a storm. Her mind reeled, her mouth going dry. Hired? To spice things up?

The Vampire wished to see me? I quickly skipped to her side, "Um, excuse me," I began in a soft voice, "The vampire? What is he like?" She chuckled, "oh, he is mysterious, almost dark and ominous. he loves to play games." I gulped loudly, she chuckled again. "Don't be frighten, miss. I'm sure your meeting will go well." Don't be frightened.easy for her to say. She halted at the door and knocked twice.

I was getting sick of getting our asses kicked. Viktor slid a black vampire onto the corner of the twenty-first street. "This vampire's name is Armand. His superpower is speed. He's almost as fast as you, Darick, but he's young, and I feel we can take him out." I nodded in agreement. He then slid another vampire onto the corner of the twenty-second street between an ice cream shop and a laundromat. “This vampire's name is Jasper. If he bites you, he could potentially paralyze you as he possesses venomous poison, like a snake. He is one of the most dangerous members of Amon's crew."

“You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.” I scoffed. “You sound like a conspiracy theorist. Vampires don’t exist, and you’ve got to stop reading all those fantasy books.” Before she could say anything else, I grabbed another slice of toast and breezed out of the apartment. My condolences to the victims, but vampire attacks were just so stupidly unrealistic. Like creatures of the night actually existed. Right, sure. “Mr. Vale’s not in right now.” Celine said at the reception, looking me up and down.