My Vampire System Novels & Stories

It gathered around, thickening and bristling so that all who came in contact with it were immediately rebuffed by its scorching heat and rough edges. The vampires waged a bloody war against the Brevians, ripping off flesh and digging out hearts. They fed on the blood of their victims after every kill, thereby getting stronger and fiercer. The Brevians fled for their lives after seeing their comrades drop down in alarming amounts. The vampires chased after them, killing them with shocking speed. By midnight, over five thousand Brevian soldiers lay dead. The vampires fed on their blood until they could drink no longer then they faced the Jaresh empire's central city.

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

Rus watched the door instead of seeing the guy struggling to hold the big file in his hand and searching for all the weekly reports of the month. Inside the office, Aurum slowly slipped out through the side door. He ducked, walked towards the windows, and glanced inside. There was nothing unusual, nothing he had not seen while walking in. The system was working, humans being replaced one after the other once their blood had been taken, a vampire stationed at every bed and taking charge of it, the blood bags being taken out of the tent to be stored in a bigger refrigerator, the guy with the clipboard recording everything that was happening in the tent, Rus, the queen's guard asking for a repo

A projection bloomed above the dissection table: a stylized diagram of vampire physiology, zooming in on the pelvic region. “Contrary to popular human myth,” she began, voice crisp and clinical, “vampires are not sterile. Purebloods—the four queens among them—were born, not turned. Reproduction is rare, yes. Gestation lasts thirteen months. The child inherits the full strength of both parents’ bloodlines. Miscarriage rates are high in mixed unions—human-vampire pairings especially—but viable offspring are possible. The Bloodmate Board exists, in part, to identify humans whose genetic and psychological profiles suggest compatibility. Compatibility increases odds. Odds matter when your species

It was a good system, so good she had asked dius why others haven’t adopted this system and he said “they have little tank, all of us in big enough groups have, the reason you dont know about it is because you have been attacked by lone vampires, probably starved and at the end of their rope, unfortunately some of us still hunt like the old old days, but more and more of us are doing things like this which is why vampires have become the stuff of horror movies” dius had said “or romance” she said shaking her head “romance?” he asked looking her way

W⁠h‍ich means there’s some‍thing to find. Near the base of th‌e wall, a‌ vent hums softly. I crouch and pull a⁠t the grate—it gives sli⁠ghtly, enough to reveal a glimpse of circuitry inside. A⁠ logo flashes⁠ in silver‌: Vangu‍ard‍ System⁠s‌. The name lands like a shard of mem‌or‍y. Damon once mentioned th‌em—a tech front Pre⁠ston used for his “s‌ecurity” projects. ‍So this isn’‌t⁠ random.⁠ It’s orchestrated.

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."

My eyes betraying me, I admire his physique, every curve of his biceps, and the way his chiseled chest is still visible under his clothes. “Aria, are you listening?” he snaps his fingers in my face, kicking me out of my daydream. “Uhmmm.. Yes! Yes! I am listening.” He stares at me in confusion. “Okay, I'm done talking. Let's get through the practical phase; it seems like it's kicking in again.” We sat across from each other, legs intertwined, palms on our knees, eyes closed as we meditated. The only thing guiding me is his voice. “Breath in… Breath out.” We perform various breathing and self-control exercises. “The only way to be better at blood lust is not giving in. It's like a curse and t

Nick and I nodded, “Do you accept your position as queen of the vampires and relinquish your life to the vampires as a hybrid?” “Yes.” “NO!” Mara yelled, but we continued, “Do you accept her as your queen, lover and mate?” Mandy asked Nick, he nodded, “Yes.” She took a knife and cut my hand first and then Nick’s, “This is the blood oath, this will bind your souls together for eternity.” She then muttered words in another language that sounded romanian or greek. She then placed our hands together and Nick bit my neck; I winced at the sudden pain but it soon disappeared

After the crowd really started to pour in, Aaron told her his Vampire tracker started getting hits all across the club. This application in his IAC picked up on the implants of tagged Vampires within a set range and determined if they had any complaints against them. If they had enough substantiated offenses on their record to meet Rogue status, the rest of the team would also receive notification. Of course, this only worked for Vampires who were tagged. It was a bit shocking to know just how many of the patrons below were Compliant Vampires. The incessant beeping was just one more aspect of Aaron’s job that could have easily driven someone of lesser skill beyond the breaking point.