Mr Vampire 1 Novels & Stories

Daniel says, disgustingly, “seems like it was just an act to show others that they had severed all ties with them after all, a snake can never change his true nature.” They were passing the time by talking about this and that when they heard a loud thud voice. The war seemed to be going on inside the house. They waited for a while before barging into the house to see if Parker needed assistance, but when the same loud voice came, they dashed towards the house and broke the door open. The first thing they saw when they entered was Mrs. Parker lying on the floor and Mr. Parker angrily grabbing the neck of the werewolf and crushing him alive. They were not mistaken when they assumed there was a

I don’t even know if I should be here. I inch closer to him, my fingers curling into the fabric of his sleeve. He doesn’t shake me off, doesn’t tell me I’m slowing him down. He just watches, waiting for the right moment. Then he moves. Fast. Lethal. Precise. The first vampire doesn’t even see him coming before he takes it down with a clean, swift motion, snapping its neck then pulling it's head out of it body. One effective way to kill a vampire... decapitation.

I was getting sick of getting our asses kicked. Viktor slid a black vampire onto the corner of the twenty-first street. "This vampire's name is Armand. His superpower is speed. He's almost as fast as you, Darick, but he's young, and I feel we can take him out." I nodded in agreement. He then slid another vampire onto the corner of the twenty-second street between an ice cream shop and a laundromat. “This vampire's name is Jasper. If he bites you, he could potentially paralyze you as he possesses venomous poison, like a snake. He is one of the most dangerous members of Amon's crew."

They are the undead. I look to my left and can make out Abe in the distance. He’s ripping the head off of a vampire. Another vampire has climbed on his back, but he shakes him off. I look to my right, and Mace has the leg of a vampire in his mouth, and he shakes him like a rag doll. I duck quickly, missing the clothesline that was intended for me. I look behind myself and kick out, catching the perpetrator in the stomach. I wind the rope around my fist and throw a punch. The rope, mixed with the strength of my punch, causes my hand to literally push a chunk of her arm onto the ground. I follow up with a round kick and straddle her body as soon as it hits the ground. I rain a combination of p

“Ten glasses of manhattan.” After a few minutes of receiving her order, the bartender handed her the glasses of liquor she had asked for. Akira stared at it and drank it, causing a burning sensation in her throat. She groaned while sliding the glass onto the table, licking her lower lips that tasted blood. She bit her lips so hard in anger that it became an open wound. Akira sighed and muttered, “It's not even sweet. What the hell is with those vampires saying our blood is sweet? It tastes like fucking iron rust!”

"He can also hear my voice inside my heart." "Is he really a vampire?" asked Leora curiously. Every scene she remembered instantly. "That's right, none of that could have been done by an ordinary human being," Leora said softly. Leora lay herself on the bed while continuing to think about Elmer. A mysterious fierce man. That's the nickname Leora gave him now. Finally, Leora fell asleep. Because she thought too much about Elmer, she dreamed about that guy! ***

She pouted then trudged out of the room. Nadia widened her eyes as the man came closer to her. He lifted his own wrist to his mouth and chomped down. The sound of breaking skin sent a cringing shiver down her spine. Blood pooled from the prick and Damon offered her his wrist. Nadia instantly shook her head. “You’re delusional.” She retorted. Damon furrowed his brows. “Vampire blood heals little wolf.” He urged his wrist forward for her to take. “I’m not drinking that.” She pursed her lips.

Bones cracked, fur burst out, and massive wolves the size of cars leaped forward, tearing into the first wave of attackers. Marcus disappeared into the smoke as if he was born for it. I saw his knife flash once, twice. Two vampires went down with their throats slit cleanly. He moved fast and quiet, the perfect killer. I let the power surge through me. I grabbed the front of a parked SUV and flipped the whole damn thing. It crashed down on a group of mercenaries, flattening them. The bang echoed loudly. My arms burned, but it felt good. I flipped another car, smashing their line.

A vampire My instinct screamed to leave the premises at once, but I stayed. I would fight my way out if need be, but I wasn't exactly sure how many they were. The weird stance of the Secretary finally made sense—She was a vampire too. No wonders… "I've been wanting to see you, Mr.?....." "Drake," he said cheekily. "Mr. Drake, it's nice to meet you finally," I said with a sharp smile.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" The vampire had long, dark hair that flowed down his back like a curtain of night. His eyes were piercing, glowing with a sinister light, and his skin was pale and cold to the touch. His facial features were sharp and angular, giving him a predatory appearance. He moved with a grace and speed that seemed almost otherworldly, and his presence was intimidating and formidable. It was clear that he was not to be trifled with. "We're looking for information on a missing werewolf," Myles said, his voice cold. "We believe you may have some information that could help us find him."