Mr Vampire 1 Novels & Stories

After I was done I got into my pyjamas and tucked myself to sleep,then went to dream land. I ran swiftly on the forest ground, my heat thumped rapidly. I felt chills upon my skin as I kept running. I could still hear their claws, just as I felt I had lost them, I stopped to catch my breath, I took a look around trying to see if I was in the clear. Then the crunching of dried leaves from behind me was heard. I was surrounded by all five of them, all of them fully transformed, I stopped moving and watched them slowly, I examined their movement then lifted my hands at them, my eyes bloodshot, veins popping out and hair standing, I felt something in me begging to be realeased, I grabbed two guys

Robert hates being defeated, as the attempted to free himself from the vampire grip, he staggered backwards and hit his back so hard on the tree trunk. His eyes flared up immediately as the class emanates from his finger and furs covering his skin. The vampire whose eyes were red and bloody. Stare at Robert licking the tip of his lip. The vampire was in the size of a monkey but have a wolf syndrome. The vampire clamps his wings and charges forward in a bid to attack Robert. But Robert dodge his blows and flinched to his left-hand side. The vampire blow landed on Robert right cheeks, and he felt crumpled. This The”

Marcus said surprised as well. “And we have a winner.” Her eyes are now riveted upon Marcus. “You´re the First Vampire. I recognize you from your soul.” “What have you done with my soul, you vile creature?” The Siren smiles. “It´s safe. And watch your tongue, vampire. Unless you want me to rip it off and feed it to you.” Marcus looks affronted, and looks as though he is about to make a move when the Siren hums. Marcus freezes in his tracks, suddenly incapacitated.

My hand was around her throat before she could scream. "Remember me?" I asked conversationally, lifting her off the ground. "The mongrel werewolf with the scrambled brain?" Her eyes widened with terror and understanding. "Impossible. The drugs - the consciousness fragmentation-" "Turns out love is stronger than your science," I said, then snapped her neck with a single twist. Marcus the vampire tried to run, but he'd spent too much time enjoying my captivity to move fast enough now. I caught him at the doorway, my claws opening his throat in one smooth motion.

The floor was carpeted in deep maroon, the rich color barely visible in the gloom. At the center of the room stood a grand canopy bed, shrouded in sheer, white curtains that lent an ethereal quality to the otherwise ominous space. The Master vampire sat in a high-backed chair near the far end of the room, his figure cloaked in shadows. He was dressed as always, in dark jeans and knee-high leather boots, a black hoodie concealing his form. His pale, angular face was partially hidden beneath a beanie, his red eyes glowing faintly in the darkness.

There was a horrifying, wet crack that echoed across the empty lot, and the vampire went limp, a broken doll discarded on the asphalt. The second one was smarter, trying to use his speed. He darted in, aiming for Ardonis's neck. But Ardonis was faster. He sidestepped the attack, grabbed the vampire's arm, and twisted. Bone snapped like a dry twig. The thug howled in pain, but Ardonis didn't stop. He drove his fist into the vampire's chest, a single, powerful blow that caved in his ribcage. The vampire's eyes went wide in shock before he crumpled to the ground, his life extinguished in a spray of black, dead blood. It was brutal. It was terrifying. And it was over in seconds.

"You monster." "Fine," I spat. "Kill me. You know he's going to kill you too." "Oh, I don't care what power he has," he sneered. "Or what miracle the Moon Goddess grants him. I've given myself more power. I am now the first-ever vampire." My face twisted. I'd suspected, but hearing it was something else. This was why the humans who'd turned into vampires had been spreading their virus through our pack. He moved faster than my eyes could follow. Another stick—this one buried deep into my arm. My strength faltered. A second strike..straight through my chest.

But still, he stays near her, following her from room to room. Ezra appears behind the vampire with an M4 16. In one quick movement, he rips his head from his body and tosses it aside. In the blink of an eye, he has another vampire pinned to the wall by his throat while holding his right wrist against the wall, breaking it and causing the enemy to drop his gun as he screams in agony.

I whisper while examining the discolored glass in my hand. Silence fills the room, and my rage crashes through my fake casual facade. I spin around and chunk the nasty tar-covered glass directly at the female vampire's chest. Her scent wasn't near Monica's, so I am quite certain she didn't personally assist in Monica's murder. So she can die. The heavy piece of glass shoots through the vampires chest, and her heart hits the wall behind her body before she falls to her knees. "Clocks ticking leeches," I growl as the four males begin to squirm in fear.

The vampire responded with a loud outburst: “I say again, I care not for your apologies! How dare you make me repeat myself. You are a mortal. You will show respect to your betters!” “Of course, sir,” said Mr. Humphries, who looked very overwhelmed now. “I respect you very much, as I do all demons—” He stopped, catching himself too late. The vampire neared Mr. Humphries. “All what?” “All immort—” Mr. Humphries began, but it was too late. The vampire roared in anger and raised his cane, which I now saw was topped with sharp hook. He struck Mr. Humphries in the head, and the poor man fell to the ground. I looked away, my pulse racing.