Monstrous Vampires Novels & Stories

Though someone may have complained about the lack of vitality. However, something unexpected hit Dante when one day, a woman came to his door with a child claiming that he was his father. There was no way that Dante would admit it because he didn't believe in women anymore when his mother left, not to mention the pure pleasure from fresh. But the DNA test left him speechless. The woman asked for quite a lot of money and left without any hesitation, she was soon gone again as if she never appeared. If it wasn't because of the child standing lively in front of him, Dante would consider all this as a dream, a nightmare. He tried to figure out how he and the woman had the child but all he got wa

The air felt thick with old magic. “Out! Now!” Sorin yelled, kicking his door open. Edwin carried me out, running toward the ruins. Behind us, the pursuing cars slammed to a halt. Doors flew open. At least six vampires spilled out, eyes glowing red. “Give us the hybrid!” one shouted. Sorin spun around, cracking his neck. “Come take her, assholes.” Edwin set me down behind a crumbling stone wall. “Stay here. Promise me.” “Clark, your shoulder—”

The witches’ chanting reached a crescendo and Arden screamed, his body finally giving up the fight and shifting completely. The thing that used to be Arden—opened its eyes they were completely white with no pupils at all. “Kill them,” Jonathan said, stepping back to give the monster room. “Start with the alpha.” Arden roared and the sound was loud enough to make Luca’s ears ring, and then he was charging straight at them. Luca had maybe two seconds to make a decision. He looked down at Lily in his arms, and then at the monster bearing down on them and then at Samuel’s wolves and Jonathan’s vampires closing in from all sides.

"Gabriel agreed to let you go, but on one condition. You'll have a nausea chip implanted. This chip will release random electrical pulses 24 hours a day, triggering vomiting at unpredictable times. If you can endure it for five years, Gabriel will let you off." My mother's eyes went wide with fury. "That damn kid! I'm his mother. How could he do this to me?" The doctor gave a quiet laugh. "You don't know? Gabriel already severed all legal ties with you. To him now, you're just an enemy." When my mother woke up from the anesthesia, aside from a slight soreness in her throat, she didn't feel anything unusual. She let out a few dismissive laughs. "It's just a chip. What's the big deal? You're a

Those three are terrifying! Sir Darenn looks puzzled when I look at him. What about Sir Darenn? Is he similar to them? Is he also a monster? Is the child in front of me a monster as well? I gulped, and my entire body trembled in fear; they're vampires, not humans. They're bloodthirsty monsters who are terrified of the sun. That's why the mansion is so dark, and they only leave at sunset. Once again, I see the child slowly approaching me; he's debating whether or not to approach me, and he's about to cry, but he suddenly runs up to me, and I was surprised when he hugged me tightly.

I couldn't ignore the ominous feeling that the outcome would be far from favourable. As I reflected on the unfolding events, the truth became clear—I could see the disaster looming ahead. My fears intensified, especially with Chester and his ruthless ways in the picture. Among vampires, he was the cruellest, driven not only by bloodlust but also by a thirst for power and manipulation. He held dominion over his coven, reigning above all others, and his life revolved around enforcing his rule.

“The good news is, we already know how to defeat them in those states. The bad news is, as you all discovered tonight, it’s hard.” “Was that thing a werewolf?” Aurora asked, leaning around Meagan and Shane to look at him. “No, it was a Vampire, but under certain circumstances, we’ve discovered they can shift into the forms of wolves. Sometimes bats. I don’t know if there’s anything else. I don’t know why, or how some can do it and others can’t. Then there are the mist monsters, which aren’t as hard to kill once you realize they do have necks. Vampires in general who’ve been affected by this particular phenomenon are just stronger—like that real life version of Dr. Facilier who jumped out at

This allowed me to watch for what else could be going on, should it pass me by. Several beams of moonlight revealed vampires and Vicious in combat. I noticed many familiar faces of Nicholas's coven clashing with gigantic bat monsters as they rolled into and out of view of the light. Blood was splattered everywhere, staining the forest floor and causing me to choke back a sob. These all had been people once, and where they'd come from, I had no idea. Though judging by how the Cult of Ares wanted to use these monsters, I had a good guess they were being saved for an event just like this.

Yet, among the myriad tales, two origins eclipse all others with their grotesque allure. The first speaks of a divine curse, where Cain, the Biblical figure marked by God, was condemned to an eternity of bloodlust. His once-human form twisted into a monstrous demon, cursed to wander the earth as the first vampyre. Over centuries, he donned countless identities, his latest mask being none other than William the Conqueror—a warlord whose thirst for blood was rivaled only by his hunger for power.

The vampires around me were horrifying figures, and the way they glared at me in rage and disgust revealed a lot about how much werewolves were reviled in this town. The thick red blood pouring down their mouths and chunks of flesh which stuck in between their fangs made them look like monsters as they grunted in craving desire to devour me. That was all that seemed to be all they badly wanted and must be waiting for an order from Blake so as to end my life.