Monster Vampires Novels & Stories

It was a power unlike any they had ever possessed, a power that blurred the lines between monsters and saviors. But while the werewolves were still bound by mortality, the vampires remained eternal. Immortality, however, came at a cost. Just as werewolves had their weaknesses, so did they. A vampire’s demise could come in only two ways: a werewolf’s venomous bite, or a wooden stake—one coated in werewolf venom—driven through the heart. It had to be precise. No hesitation. No second chances.

I muttered, scared that if the monsters spread how I had come to Raven's room, it'd get to the hearing of both Lucian and Thorne. "Is that what you want?" he asked softly, cupping my face in his cold, steady hands. My eyes reached for his, and I nodded my head. "Alright. I will be right back. Once I talk to them, they won't say a word." With that, he went out of his room. With just one word from him, every monster on the fifth floor came out from their various rooms. Somewhere were vampires, ghouls, and somewhere dragons. I stood by the door, listening to the conversation he was having with them.

Sergio said. "We already know what they want. And they aren't going to stop until they get it. Which means we have to kill them all." I said. "They can't be killed." Cory said. "Morgan killed one last night." Ezra said. And they all looked at me very strangely. "How?" Cory asked. "We're asking the questions. What are they?" I asked. And Cory and Sergio looked at each other. "They are monsters. Obviously. They are the result of being directly bitten by the first vampire. If those vampires then went on to bite people and turn them into vampires then they are the ones that evolved. But never the ones directly bitten by the first." Sergio explained.

- She just texted me, she said her boyfriend couldn't go so she asked me to invite Harvey but I'd rather go with you. Lucasta's words came from the bottom of his heart, making Samson's heart skip a beat. Although he also felt sorry for Harvey, he felt more happy for himself. After all, it was only during this time that he could move around freely without being scolded by Harvey. Harvey thought about Samson's whole life, so he was willing to sympathize for a month. Furthermore, Samson also wants to know how people perceive vampires through the lens of cinema. The movie titled The Haunted is the first movie to explore this topic, so he knows it receives a lot of attention from the audience. An

The elevator door slid shut before he could recover. She collapsed against the wall, gasping. Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Through the closing gap, she saw him standing there. Staring at his hand. Then at her. His eyes glowed green. “Run all you want, mama,” he said. His voice carried through the metal doors like a promise. “I’ll find you.” The elevator sealed shut. Mireya slid to the floor, tears streaming down her face. She’d just burned a vampire. And now he wasn’t going to let her go.

Especially dark ones. Horatio shakes his head. "I wonder sometimes if it wasn't Gordon who created the monster. His affections were very clear." "Horatio." He faces me dead on, eyes shadowed. "Say it. Who is her biological father?" "Nicholas—" "Fucking say it." "Chandler," he says flatly. To think it is one thing. To guess it. To hear it, though, and to know it as fact, it's another thing altogether. "Chandler Carlisle-Bent hated his half-sister. He despised her, Nicholas. He raped her over months and months, and I never even saw it. Never saw what was right in front of my eyes."

It would have been a different story if the latter was a lycan. The monsters could hear his commands to Liv, and she provided the instructions to the other children. Immediately there was a frenzy as four monsters dove for the ten-year-old. She cried out and bent low over her dragon. The beast spun around in a tight circle, going right through the vampires. Sharp claws scraped the shimmering green scales, leaving a trail of blood in the air. The dragon didn't hesitate, but spun back, his wedged head extended as he bathed the monsters in a steady stream of fire.

At times like this, she could use help from her monster but she still couldn’t feel her monster’s presence in her mind. The silver in her system should have worn out by now. But why didn't her monster resurface in her mind like before? She still couldn’t figure out what happened to it right now. Did Cohen really tame it by making love to her? Or as usual, it was just lurking around? Mira hated it. She hated it that her monster was lurking around without hinting its presence. “Hey look, the rogue woke up!” one of the vampires shouted. She eyed them one by one. A hundred and three vampires in an old abandoned industrial area. She only saw three of them were females and the rest were males with

Lindsay looked utterly confused. Her brows began to furrow as her eyes turned black as the night the fury in her stare the hatred that forced her undead body to stiffen. It made Jake think more than ever that he was not really related to them after all that maybe they were in fact prisoners. But if they were-wolves couldn’t they just kill the monster that was housing them? Was there something superior to vampires over wolves? Or was it just a numbers game.

Somewhere, he could still hear the waves although he could only see blackness where the sea should be. Looking down, Jon saw that the light from the library was still on. Jon wondered about his client's nocturnal habits and whether he would need to adjust his work hours as well to match his client's. Suddenly, Jon saw something move from the corner of his eye. It seemed to have come from the library window, but he could not be sure. Just as he was convincing himself that he was just too sleepy and conjuring images out of nothing, he saw a black creature move across the wall of the mansion like a giant lizard. The light from the library window barely caught it. Jon barely suppressed a cry whe