My Vamp Novels & Stories

he tells me. "You don't have to apologize, Damien. I am not complaining," I tell him and wrap my hands around his neck. I want to kiss him. I want to kiss all his sadness away. I stare at his sexy inviting lips and caress his neck, on the spot where I marked him last night. Vampires heal really fast, even faster than werewolves. I know my mark won't be there for long. At least the one he gave me is still there and fresh. He looks at me and then smiles,

The talking stopped! “Was there anything specific about our favourite hybrid that you wanted to tell me?” His eyes were starting to glow and I knew I was in trouble! I overplayed my hand! The vamps moved a little closer and I jumped up barring my teeth. I might not be able to kill all of them and get out of here, but I sure as hell was going to take some of them with me!

Camlin retrieved the rapier to toss it again. “Vampires,” Kayla whispered as realization struck her. The rapier was of silver, and it burned the soldier. The three v’s on their arm badges. Terror consumed Kayla. “V Empire.” A loud bang. The glass wall behind Kayla and the rest shattered, shards of glass flying through the air. They parried the shards with their hands shielding their eyes, swiveling their heads aside. Some shrieked and bent over. The next second, one of the vampires flew into the room through the broken glass and grabbed Kayla, disappearing immediately.

I finally looked up to see Kamon studying my face intently, like he was trying to determine if I was having some kind of breakdown. "Ming," he said gently, "vampires aren't real." "Some of us are." I reached into my bag and pulled out my phone, scrolling to a photo Bew had taken last summer. "This is my cousin Bew, who you heard on the phone earlier. His father is my mother's brother." I showed him a family photo. "This is my mother, and this is my uncle and aunt with their kids. The vampire genetics run in my mother's family line." Kamon looked at the photos, then back at me. "You're serious."

Maybe thinking about the right words to say. “ No, he didn’t got a bite though. He’s real vampire which mean he doesn’t a bite from vampire. He turn into the vampire itself when he turn into 18 years old. Real vampire and bite vampire is different. Real vampire has it special abilities, ” Harley explain everything carefully. Hope it doesn’t drive Adryan crazy. “ So you’re saying that I will turn into vampire once I turn 18 years old and I will have special abilities? Like what? I can fly? Breath forever underwater? Or sleep underground for the entire life?, ” Adryan clearly seem did not believe it.

She seemed like an easy target, someone I could manipulate and make feel guilty for her actions. To approach her without raising suspicion, I disguised myself as an old man and slowly approached her. I needed to establish a connection with her consciousness by using my black thread, allowing me to see her thoughts and briefly control her actions. This unique ability of mine, despite not being as powerful as other vampires, is something I take pride in. Accidentally, I caught a glimpse of her memories, revealing that she had killed numerous individuals, including some of my fellow vampires. I was shocked and frustrated that I couldn't delve deeper into her memories. Nevertheless, this informa

Now, a mere werewolf had taken her place in his heart. As Vanessa paced her room, her thoughts raced. She gazed at an ornate mirror, where her reflection, a stunning vampire with long ebony hair and piercing red eyes, stared back at her. She whispered to her own image, her voice seething with bitterness, "Mara, you will not take what's rightfully mine. I will ensure that you meet your doom."

They were enclosed by vampires who were snarling and gnashing their teeth ready to rip the huntress and his accomplices apart. “I have been anticipating you, Marissa Hunter.” Vadim smirked as he took a step forward.

“Damn you for making me wait.” I clenched my fist until my nails dug into my palm. If Dennise had gone back to the Cross alone… she was already in the viper’s nest. Lowell returned from his room emerging soundless like a skinwalker he was. He sat down opposite to mine and Hessa was nowhere to be seen. The photograph still lay on my desk, the grainy image of the fangs cutting into me like a blade. I couldn’t look away. The Vampyres, the fastest and stronger than one hundred humans in comparison.

“My mother killed herself. She walked into the ocean. Vampires can’t drown.” “They can if their transformation is incomplete,” Vesper says. “They’re actually easier to kill than humans.” I can feel the blood drain from my face and my ears start to buzz. “Get out,” Aldric says to Vesper. The druid says something to his brother, but I can’t hear him. My head is filled with the sound of bees.