Mcr Vampire Novels & Stories

Bones cracked, fur burst out, and massive wolves the size of cars leaped forward, tearing into the first wave of attackers. Marcus disappeared into the smoke as if he was born for it. I saw his knife flash once, twice. Two vampires went down with their throats slit cleanly. He moved fast and quiet, the perfect killer. I let the power surge through me. I grabbed the front of a parked SUV and flipped the whole damn thing. It crashed down on a group of mercenaries, flattening them. The bang echoed loudly. My arms burned, but it felt good. I flipped another car, smashing their line.

Mithras! We all turn at once and find a whole army of... the council? They managed to get them here. Orpheus, Athan, Darren stand beside Celeste, Mithras, Cassius and Amber? I thought I left Amber home. There are many vampires behind them. thought I left Amber home. "Lazarus, you have been cornered. Just surrender now," Celeste says. Mithras first shoots me an angry glare before looking at the new force. He wasn't expecting this, was he? He thought I was dumb enough to follow his conditions and not inform the council.

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.

For centuries, the vampires had been shaping the place to suit their needs. Marcio had been a vampire for almost four hundred years. He had been transformed in his early twenties back in Italy, and for several centuries had been content to hunt the Italian countryside, with occasional forays into the neighboring countries to the north. He had come to America early in the twentieth century when a need for adventure caused him to take passage aboard the ill-fated Titanic. When the ship went down, he simply swam west until he reached land. He had roamed New England alone for a few decades before falling in with the coven just after World War Two, when America’s increased military might and wide

he whispered and went outside to find out some angels were out there trying to get some information, a gossip. They suddenly felt embarrassed when he went out from the entrance. But one of the angels came near him. "Is Abu won't come back anymore?" the female angel said, Mira, one of Abu's close friends. "Mira," he said. "Will he come back?" she repeated and he frowned, "I don't know, Mira. But no one could ever go back once an angel or a grim reaper killed a living creature. After he kills the vampire, he will surely die," he explained and Mira frowned. She wished that she was there before he vanished but she knew it couldn't be helped.

There was only two kind of people who knew about our existence, the vampires and witches, but we never got across to one another, we all just stayed within our boundaries , we don't meet them, they don't meet us. I got into my black Toyota corolla sport car, I needed to go simple, the last thing I needed was some nosey human sticking in my business and asking stupid ass questions. I sped down the highway, sped was an over statement, the car kept stopping along the road, I was only minutes away from the office, the car backfired again. This was the little consequence I had to suffer for my actions and dad was basically punishing me for refusing to join the family business, and most importantl

He just needed to convince Max. “This is important. There is a vampire in this territory. You and your pack want to settle here, but if this vampire finds out about you, he will snuff you out once and for all,” Marcus said calmly. For the second time, Max was quiet. He understood the gravity of the problem. Marcus didn’t blink as he looked at him. He knew he had gotten his attention. Something told him that he pack was a war pack, and they craved war like some humans craved cocaine.

Talon laughed from somewhere behind him. As soon as Marcos entered the dimly lit home he was forcibly yanked by his collar and tossed thirty feet across the room. His body slammed hard into a wood door that shattered on impact. Marcos was fast but the vampire attacking him was faster. Before Marcos could get to his feet the vampire was on him. He grabbed Marcos by his throat with one hand and smashed his body into the wall of the bedroom he landed in. Judging by the strength of his opponent Marcos knew without a doubt it was his brother.

From those that brought you Flashbacks, comes this on edge murder mystery with a stint of romance, yet a handful of suspense. Vamp doesn't fail to send the most realistic message to the readers, shedding some light on some of the most endangering truths about sex, money and drugs. And murder, nevertheless bringing out some light amidst all the darkness. **** Written by Onyemaobi

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.