My Forbidden Vampire Novels & Stories

, she smirked, pointing to the the deepest route of the woods. "Laureffaine, we can't keep up and besides that part of the forest is forbidden", Freddy Wayne, Laureffaine's Assistant Lead Pack Warrior had said. "Forbidden, meaning that vicious thing is likely to be there and so we must catch it. You of all people know I never let a Vampire live", she yelled and turned around, ready to run into the forbidden direction. "Laureffaine, I forbid you to go in there", Xavier yelled through the Pack bond.

Her dress was stained by the spilled blood and her whole body looked like it has red spots from the sprinkled blood. "Yes, General Bennett---" She wasn't able to finish her sentence after she remembered that the fight wasn't over. The two red gates are still opened. She looked at front of the mansion just to see the soldiers sitting and lying on the ground and was being healed by the healers. She looked at General Bennett with a confused look. "The gate was forcedly close. I'm guessing from the released dark magic. It cracked and closed. Dark magic was a very powerful magic only one person can unseal or release it in this world, but you easily released it from Ethan's body."

“She’s a Voodoo high priestess who lives on Coronado Island. She helped us find Bruce when he was wandering in the White Tank Mountains. That’s where he met Tatyana. She was running from a pure vampire named Nambru...” “Pure vampire?” chimed Magdalena and Garth together. “That’s what they call themselves,” I explained. “Wadim’s breed are cannibals. They eat flesh as well as drink blood and Dracula vampires only drink blood and consider themselves pure because of it.” “They would,” Magdalena said flatly. “I don’t understand,” I replied quizzically. “I never finished telling you about me, I,” Magdalena offered as she looked at Garth.

He was perilously close to surrendering to the urge to feed from her, which was forbidden by vampire law. Since the discovery of psychic feeding, blood feeding had been taboo for vampires. That had been codified into law more than a hundred years ago and was an accepted societal norm since then. He’d never been tempted to break it until North. What was it about her that unlocked the animal side he kept carefully caged without much effort otherwise?

“She is scared. Your feared Bounty Hunter, is frightened.” “I am not scared of you Mathias.” I spat, hoping my bravado wouldn’t wilt. I tilted my head up to him. I could see the shock on his features, that I would stepp out from behind the Raynes brothers’ protection, “I killed the vampire, yes. But he was feasting on a woman of no more than eighteen. Feeding on Humans is forbidden, and you know that.” Mathias’s eyes flared copper, and Abe’s hand came to my shoulder. “Marlene. Enough.”

"What's going on here?' I was able to mutter those words. "You gave birth through magic, the child does not need to be born in a hospital nor should he be born at nine months as other children. He possessed so much power that no man on earth or outside earth will be able to defeat or harm him. He is the reason why you have become powerful so far, even in the womb his powers are still active. And that was why Emily wanted to get rid of him because he will be a torn on her flesh. That portion which she gave you to drink won't kill only the child but you also." the unfamiliar woman said.

"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."

But as I looked down at my hands, I realized they were shaking—not from fear, but from the sheer, overwhelming craving to walk down that hall, turn the handle, and remind her one more time that she was the only thing in this world that mattered to me. I straightened my shoulders, the mask of the distant, dutiful son sliding back into place. I had a dinner to attend. I had a father to deceive. But as I walked toward the stairs, I knew one thing for certain: Elena and her "legs for days" never stood a chance. Because once you’ve tasted the forbidden, the "perfect" choice just tastes like ash.

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.