My Forbidden Vampire Novels & Stories

"Then why are you here." "Because I have spent two years quietly assembling the evidence of exactly what my wife is, and exactly what she has done to build the empire she insists on calling ours." Grimstone leaned forward, forearms on his knees. "And you, sitting in that bed with your life very recently and very deliberately taken from you, are the single most valuable piece of that evidence I could hope to acquire. A dead man cannot testify. A man everyone believes is dead, however. That man can do things a living man never could."

her voice cracked, filled with a deep, aching empathy. "As Viktor’s health began to fail, his own captains tried to mutiny," I went on, my voice dropping to a cold, matter-of-fact tone. "They thought a foreigner, an Ivy League graduate, couldn't handle the blood. They were wrong. With Viktor’s backing, I eliminated the dissenters. One by one. When Viktor passed away a year ago, he left the entire Volkov syndicate to me. I took over. I took his loyalty, his enforcers, his underground networks, and his billions in untraceable assets. I didn't let the mafia stay in the shadows, though. I took the entire Volkov empire and systematically merged it with Vesper Holdings. I laundered the blood money

And beside me did not mean she was to stay silent. I exhaled slowly. "You're right. I'm sorry." Savannah's expression shifted, surprise softening her fear. "I know." She said, a little too quickly. Despite everything, my mouth twitched. I turned back to the papers. "Look, there's more." The next page was older. And not in my mother's handwriting, but a copied passage from some record I didn't recognize. "To create a Bloodborn, you require three violations: stolen wolf blood, vampiric hunger, and Luna magic that had been broken from its rightful bond. The result is neither dead nor living. Neither wolf nor vampire, but something that is between doors." I read out loud.

I stared into his fear-stricken gaze, " Don't scream. Don't fear. You wanted me to give you a good time; I will do that," I said. His fear was gone, and slowly, he nodded his head. I kissed his neck and punctured it with my fangs. He gasped in pain, but as I started drinking from him, he got excited and pulled me closer by my waist. He was moaning. When vampires drink blood from anyone, it gives not only pleasure to them but to the person they are drinking from. That was why direct drinking from a human was forbidden, as it caused accidental death. As I continued to drink, the man was moaning in pleasure and eventually ejaculated. I pulled away from him and inspected him. If I drank anymore,

He asks: “If you wanted Liora gone, why bring her here?” Silence. Then Victor smiles. Because that was the question he wanted. He says: “Because she is finally old enough.” My stomach drops. “Old enough for what?” Victor looks directly at me. “Old enough to claim what belongs to her.” Victor reveals the truth. “The omega bloodline inside Liora was never fully awakened.” He hesitated. “It was suppressed.” My life outside the pack. My pain. My isolation. My survival. All of it kept it dormant.

The shy eighteen years old who was unconsciously showing her affection the little minutes we always spent together and I was missing it, was now grow in front of me. "So you want revenge and you're doing this right?" She asked, pointing to herself with a frown. This was the first time l've ever seen her frown since she either had a blank expression or a fake smile and seeing this just made my c*k throb at her sexiness. "Why would I get revenge on the dead, Katrina?" I asked, trying hard not to chuckle at her cute thought. "What-if I tell you I want to make you mine instead of all that?"

"You look sort of desiccated " "I'm not hungry, " I replied flatly, throwing an arm over my face. "Says who?" He climbed into the bed and I groaned openly. He still had childish tendencies. "I told you to use the girl more effectively. " Effectively how? Blood letting of humans by any vampire was forbidden and punishable by death and the tainted also reduced to the same sentence. She wasn't my lover nor my responsibility. Just the small annoyance that was gifted to me by the devil himself.

She posed in front of the cameraman, her black dress revealing much of her oversized bosom. Implants, indeed. She must have gone to Dr. Slovak in Sweden. He was the only vampire plastic surgeon in existence, and for a large fee, he could help a vampire spend eternity looking young and beautiful. The reporter's implants had probably helped her nab one of the coveted jobs at AVC. The Digital Vampire Network was still fairly new and flooded each week with hundreds of hopeful vampires, each dreaming of being the next big star.

I commented waving back. Frost chuckled. "So what sent you running," Frost asked. "Oh, update. I think Henry sent me a weird magical message," I informed Frost. "Thats not possible," she responded. "Why," I asked confused. "Because vampires aren't allowed to use magic. Its forbidden. Vampires are unnatural creatures, witches magic is drawn from nature," she explained. "OK, so not Henry. Though I saw him look directly at me when the elevator closed," I asked hopefully.

He wanted this at any cost and didn't care what the consequences would be so he sent out an army to seek out the forbidden grimoire, the most dangerous book on Earth which contained not only dark magic but also the secrets of power. Thousands died bringing back that book but he finally got it. He took it to the most powerful witch he knew and ordered her to use the book's spells to grant him eternal life and beauty. She was against this as it was too dangerous but she was left with no choice because he threatened to kill her if she did not do it. Following the book's instructions, she made potions and used forbidden objects on the King, binding it all with a dark spell and thus, the first Va