Mlp Vampires Novels & Stories

he dashed towards her but Maeve skillfully dodged his advance and have him a hard kick on his stomach "ahhhhhh " he scream staggering backwards and she thrust her stake into his neck and his body went ablaze "anyone else huh " she yelled glaring at the remaining vampires who shifted back scared to make any more .out of 50 vampires 32 was left still standing while others were dead .Maeve growled at Lenny and speedily bulldozed her and made to stab her "stop " Lenny yelled and Maeve hands stopped "ahhhhhh ! what's happening why can't I stab you "Maeve scream trying to stab her body her body refused to respond , Lenny seeing this smirk .

But holding it in wasn't going to make her situation any better. "Damn it Khloe I'm not going to punish you for crying." I finally said. I guess that's all she needed to hear because the next thing I knew, she was burying her face in my chest, finally letting her feelings show. I just laid there, holding her there as she cried. Most Vampires don't understand the mentality of humans. They don't allow their pets to show emotions and then get bored of their pets because they act like emotionless zombies. They don't understand that forcing a human to suppress how their feeling is just setting them up for failure.

We consequently yelled, raising our glasses like some sort of pact. "To us, the pole strippers" She yelled as she laughed, rather loudly. "That gives us away too easily" I replied. "-the vamps" Jacq interrupted, hefting her glass a second time. "Too cliché" Wu eye rolled, bringing out her stash of blow. "Well, we can certainly cheer to one thing" I said as i held up her glass. "None of our lives is really a cliché" "To us, the vamps" I raised my glass again with a smile.

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

She went back to her notebook and then to her bank account. “Should I keep doing this?” She asked herself, feeling a little guilty about spending so much money on her vampire-hunting obsession. But after a few seconds, she snapped back to reality. “Why should I feel bad about spending money on something I really wanted? I’ve been seriously wondering if vampires really exist, and now that I know they do, why am I having such doubts?” She was shaking her head to help dispel her thoughts and guilt. “This is once in a lifetime chance that I will have, so this is worth it. When compared to seeing a real vampire, four million pesos is nothing!” She said, trying to smile after a few seconds. “But i

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten

Migrata - the first state of rest Taalib Duma- seeker of blood Tralu - leader of the Imvura Vahothes- Mothers or first protectors of Taalib Dumas Vahantes – Fathers or elder council members of Taalib Dumas Vancanes – underground freezer where humans are kept in a semi-frozen state until feeding time. Vandilum - Drink made from a dying vampire’s blood that renders any male Taalib Duma impotent, except during the full moon. Vrandar Zormir- Taalib Duma resting area laid underground, right beneath the Varlancia headquarters’ Varlancia- vampiric quarters located in Vermont Vascany - a vampire concubine Visdan- the oldest son Vocada- a Taalib Duma who became crazed for human blood and craved for s

Havoc reigned down on the Howling warrior pack as out of the woods poured a flood of shadows swarming into the wolves with inhuman speed. As Malik was knocked away from Santos, one word vibrated through the pack link...."VAMPYRES!" Malik tried to bite the ugly man zapping around him, but all he could do was growl in frustration as the fiend smiled, taunting him. Then as quickly as they attacked, they disappeared..leaving dead and wounded pack members writhing on the dirt in agony. Malik turned back to Santos, ready to finish what he started, but all that remained where the wolf used to lay was a black piece of paper.

“Ceprimora are the ones created through being turned. They can only come out at night and again they don’t kill to feed; they just feed enough to stay strong and then let the victims go.” Neither of the vampires Alaric described seemed like that guy she met, so she deduces he must be the other one; a Montalia? Monventous? Mon-something, she thinks. “Then there’s Monventla, which is what that guy was. Monventla were once Morgelantous, only they’ve killed someone. Most vampires don’t kill, they just feed and let the victim go, but Monventla are the devil's work. They get pleasure from killing people. They’re full, they don’t need the extra blood to survive; they kill for fun. That’s what your