Mr Vampire 1 Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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

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! ***

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

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.