Mr Vampire 1 Novels & Stories

“I wasn’t sure if you were the one I sought, but now I know that you are.” “Oh yeah?” I spit, kicking out and managing to burst forward so I can grab Maverick and pull him backward, snapping him out whatever daze he was in. “That’s too fucking bad.” Once Maverick shakes his head, making it clear that he is coming back to himself, I rush forward, ready to attack the bastard who tried to hurt him, but I’m stopped by the damned rogues. Shoving my wrist into one of their mouths, I let them bite down, ingesting my blood, but instead of swallowing it releases and goes to the man’s side. Smiling, he pulls out a vial, and to my horror, the wolf begins to spit my blood into it.

She continued to listen. The sound of faint heartbeat. She saw a vampire, crawling on the ground. His body was torn into two. His lower half was missing while his upper half was functioning in minimal movement. He dug his fingers into the soil, using it to pull him forward. Mira grabbed him by the neck and raised him upward. “Tell me, who hired you?” The vampire struggled in her grip. Hearing no answer, Mira punctured through his chest, grasping onto his still beating heart. Then, she ran away. This time, it was way faster.

Four wolves groaning on the ground, the female bleeding, and Stark standing in the center like a avenging spirit. "Impressive," Marcus rumbles, his voice like grinding stone. "My pack has killed twelve vampires this year. You're the first to defeat them." Stark says nothing, waiting for the real fight to begin. Marcus could crush him through sheer size alone, but at least it would be quick. Instead, Marcus laughs. "I'm not going to fight you, prince. I'm going to offer you a place." "What?"

Mavery said. “You’ve seen this, my Mave,” the little one said. The surprises kept coming. This little one knew of Mavery’s future visions. Not something he thought anyone besides him and his own knew. “Yes,” Mavery said. Who was this deadly being his mavery had just bequeathed him to, and why did mavery trust her with their existence and her secret? He opened his mouth about to speak when one of his people launched at the little one, taking a bite from her waist. He watched in a trance as the little one’s body stretched up and back, her head falling back just a bit as her feet lifted on tiptoe. That’s when he noticed she was wearing ballet shoes like his mavery. She struck a pose of beauty,

Jonathan asked as she hit the ground, pausing her movements. The Vampire Prince didn't allow surprise to overcome him, and he didn't hesitate in revealing himself. Allena stepped away from the coffee table, her head tilting as she took in the first person she'd seen in weeks. The wolf looked over at her clothing expectantly, and vampire quickly waved a hand, drying them instantly.

From the realization that I was actually desiring him like he was my ma- My thoughts were interrupted by the red hot rage that over took him. I could actual feel his anger. I watched stunned as he snatched up the nearest guard by his throat and then ripped his heart out! He dropped the lifeless body to the ground and turned his rage on the other one. The vampire dropped his whip and held is hands up in surrender, but it was too late. In a second he shoved the other vamps black heart down his throat and then picked up his whip and strangled him with it until his head tore off. It was ruthless.

Baruz drew attention to the strange blurred look of the bloodsuckers. The vampires hissed as they approached. A large werewolf, without saying a word, jumped on them, striking the nearest one with a clawed paw, the vampire deftly dodged, the blow went to the second. The vampire collapsed. Blood dripped from the lacerations on his chest. The vampires pounced on Berhes, next to Baruz fought with two others. Berges' eyes filled with rage, he roared, filled with battle frenzy. When he came to, everything was already over, the mutilated bodies of vampires lay around. Blood from a laceration falls from Berhes's shoulders. Long red stripes run along the chest, wetting the coat with brown blood. Bar

"Please!" My mind darkens when I see Maya in distress, and I lift myself from the floor without making a sound. Anger is traveling through my veins, making me a testosterone-fueled time bomb. One vampire is already stroking his dick against Maya's side and moaning like a pervert. "Man, she smells so nice!" I've seen enough. Without thinking twice, I grab the disgusting vampire in a heartbeat, break his neck, and move over to the next guy. "Wait, wasn't he sleeping?!"

Snarling, vicious, and bloodthirsty. “Get behind me!” Maverick barked, already shifting mid-sprint. It was the first time I’d seen his wolf, massive, powerful and bigger than Mason’s even. His fur was a striking black, almost glowing under the pale moonlight. He launched himself at the first rogue, slamming into it with a force that cracked bones. I froze, heart pounding, eyes wide. I’d never seen a werewolf fight before and never imagined it could look like this. Maverick was very fast as his claws tore through the attackers like they were nothing.

Nick and I nodded, “Do you accept your position as queen of the vampires and relinquish your life to the vampires as a hybrid?” “Yes.” “NO!” Mara yelled, but we continued, “Do you accept her as your queen, lover and mate?” Mandy asked Nick, he nodded, “Yes.” She took a knife and cut my hand first and then Nick’s, “This is the blood oath, this will bind your souls together for eternity.” She then muttered words in another language that sounded romanian or greek. She then placed our hands together and Nick bit my neck; I winced at the sudden pain but it soon disappeared