New Orleans Vampires Book Novels & Stories

Within a matter of days, they would wipe out all New Yorkers. And then the city would be theirs. Not just below ground, but above ground. It would be the beginning, the siren call for every coven in every city, in every country, to follow suit. Within weeks, America would be theirs, if not the entire world. And Kyle would be the one who started it all. He would be the one remembered. The one who put the vampire race above ground for good.

I trembled with genuine fear for the first time since my arrival to that nightmarish kingdom. “Well, well, princess,” Prince Vogel purred with the same sultry tone I noticed with Abigail, Luthias, and Geo, “It’s indeed a pleasure to finally meet you. I have been most eager for this moment, I assure you.” A surge of energy shot through me when he placed his hands on my shoulders. His lips were cold and dry when he pressed them against each of my cheeks. I had no idea what he was, but I guessed he wasn’t a mutant-vampire. Since Sybil made a point of emphasizing my marriage to him would prevent a war, my guess was reaffirmed. Could he be part of the New World Order? I’d heard they possessed

He would be lucky enough if he had special weapons to use, but at the moment he had none. “Care to tell me what is going on? Because the last thing I remember I was sleeping in my condo.” “I understand your confusion, but to cut it short, there is another world apart from what the human has, which is our world – Terra Lucien.” Lanver brushed his fingers on his hair, one thing he usually does when frustrated. He was still having a hard time processing in his mind that vampires were real, and then there was this another revelation that seemed so out of the world.

"Tige! I'm in trouble. I need you." "Frank, Tony, Keada, Cyrene, Kaniji—to my home! We're being attacked!" The air in the room seemed to thicken. Anyone with a sense of the supernatural could tell that something huge was about to happen. Before their eyes, Vampires began to appear. They dotted the room out of nowhere. Julie was first and didn't have to ask any questions. The sight of the roomful of werewolves was self-explanatory. Ran was a step behind her along with both of their Vampire assistants. They all stared at the werewolves, who were busy turning here and there trying to protect themselves on all sides from attack.

A shapeshifter. Behind this man, suddenly, the water blackened with hundreds of boats, all containing vampires, and then the sky, too, blackened with hundreds more vampires. It looked like an entire vampire army, all waging war, and all heading right for the Isle of Skye. Scarlet couldn’t believe it. It was as if this first person had somehow led the way for an entire vampire army. But Scarlet wasn’t about to run. On the contrary. She wanted vengeance for Polly. So instead of turning around, Scarlet ran forward, right for her attacker. And Ruth ran right beside her.

Her heart pounding madly, she began to decode it all. It began to dawn on her that this was not meant to be an entire book. It was meant to be one word per page, meant to spell out but a few sentences. A key. A code. A message, for the initiated. Meant only for the one who knew how to look. Caitlin checked off the words as she turned page after page, and she remembered them, and in her mind, sentences began to form: The last vampire will arise after 2,000 years have passed. She will rise across the ocean and will be named for the color of blood. To enter the city, one needs a key. And the key can only be found here.

Children were in different locations, some hiding some in the open crying their eyes out of the most horrible experience of their lives. I ran my hand through my somehow damp hair while my stomach churned from the horrid sight. With my eyes closed, I listened carefully, trying to hear past the cries, wails, angry birds, and burning sensation and focus on the heartbeats of the sprawled elements. I needed to save as many that weren’t dead before it was too late. I would help the wounded vampires first by giving them my blood. True vampires healed faster, they would heal faster if they had my blood in them. After giving blood to those that were on the east side I went over to the west side and

"That be how they created this legion of vampires who would hide out in the forests around the Underground Railroad, making sure the path was safe for runaways. And any slave catchers come trottin' by, they'd kill them. There be no other way to gain an upper hand on then than to become bloodsuckers. So, that's what they did. Terah knew these old slaves would jump at the chance to kill white folk for their brothers and sisters to get to freedom." Doctor Ben turned the page, and on it was a drawing of a group of white men and women, all pale in the face with bright eyes. "When white folk got wind of these killings by vampires, they weren't too happy 'bout it, 'specially since their slaves was

she will spill it all tonight after we have a few drinks. Tara and I both lie back and sleep for the rest of the ride. I want to be fresh and ready when we make it to Frenchman's house. I am so excited about seeing the city again and seeing the bars again. Even though the town is run mainly by vampires now, I do not care. I love New Orleans, and I need it right now. Even if I have to deal with the ex-husband I know it will be a good time. I have my friends and there is plenty of booze to help us numb the pain of our every day life back here.

my father’s voice was calm, cold, and composed. “He won’t know when it hits him,” I smiled pretentiously. To you, Father, this is all business. And that’s exactly how it started for me… until it wasn’t. “When the vampire takes over power, he won’t know what hit him. And he would never expect it. Make sure there is no other woman apart from you,” his tone was deadly. “Yes, Father,” I nodded confidently.