روايات وقصص ضمن New Vampire Novels

I can hear Isabel scream, and I shout at Anderson, “Go help her!” But he’s already rushing towards her, snarling. I look at Beth. “Take him! Go!” I jump at the three men coming towards us, and my teeth are out as I pierce one of their necks. The deadly paralyzing agent that only vampires have injects into the enemy’s blood stream, making him fall onto the ground. The other two don’t stop, moving towards me, fur sprouting from their body. I tackle one from his midsection, making him fall back, and I stomp on his face before jumping off and kicking the other in his groin. Twice.

“She’s a shifter. Can take any form. That’s probably just a choice tonight.” My mouth parted slightly. There was a sharp twinge in my gut. “Seriously? First vampires, now this? What’s next, dragons?” He chuckled low. “You’d be surprised.” My head was about to explode—not because I didn’t know there were supernaturals here, but because there were so many I didn’t know about. I should’ve seen it coming. The vampires? They sit on top. They don’t just exist. They rule. And their silence? That’s how they stay ahead.

She didn't want to meet her demise at the hands of these bloodsuckers, who possessed the speed of a moving car and the strength to demolish buildings with their bare hands. "They must be Vampire novices," she pondered. Based on the news she had heard, vampires were classified into four groups: the vampire King, vampire nobles, damphirs, and vampire novices. The vampire King stood as the most powerful among them, surpassing all others in strength. Vampire nobles, the royal class, could harm a damphir but wouldn't emerge unscathed due to the power scale. The trained vampires known as damphirs served as guards, possessing certain abilities. Lastly, the vampire novices, the weakest of the vampir

The situation was becoming more urgent by the day. Even though vampires could eat normal food like other creatures, they only ate in small portions and mostly for appearances or enjoyment. What truly sustained them, what kept their bodies strong and their minds sharp, was blood. Not just any blood, but fresh, potent blood, especially from newly turned or newborns vampires whose energy was still wild and untamed. The elders knew it. Aurora knew it. And whether they liked it or not, they would need more soon.

His neck breaks and there was only the cold darkness that welcomed him. Remus threw Saxe’s body on the ground, and as if on cue, another menacing aura surrounded the room. He braces himself as a female Vampire appears before him, with eyes a glowing red, seething with rage that will equal a wild Vargulf. Outside, Lyall and the other Betas dropped from the choppers that carried them, making it look like the sky is birthing out Werewolves. The moon had risen and the Vampires had woken. They were many, but they were weak. The lesser kinds– nothing but Newborns and Fledglings. Vampires who were made not more than fifty years ago. They were easy kills and not much of a challenge for the Betas of

He and Alexandra rushed to the place where the intruder was kept. "Who sent you!?" Tristan started to interrogate the intruder. " Nobody! I told you I lost my way and came to this place." The vampire stuck on his earlier story. Alexandra didn't say anything but she recognized the vampire as a new born vampire previously a witch belonging to the group of Thalia. A newborn is a vampire recently turn. They have problem in controlling their craving for the human blood. Sometimes they resulted in killing their prey by sucked all their blood.

The people at the inn will notice that something is wrong. I understood what it meant when I saw Ryson drinking blood from that maid. Feeding on humans. On weak people. I had read too many books, watched too many movies, heard too many stories about myths and legends, liked fiction very much. Where humans and vampires didn't get along. Most stories ended in romance, hate, war and death. I wondered how my story will be like seeing that my life is now twisted with these creatures. Vampires. Just saying the name creeps me out. Chills running up and down my spine like waves on the sea.

There was only two kind of people who knew about our existence, the vampires and witches, but we never got across to one another, we all just stayed within our boundaries , we don't meet them, they don't meet us. I got into my black Toyota corolla sport car, I needed to go simple, the last thing I needed was some nosey human sticking in my business and asking stupid ass questions. I sped down the highway, sped was an over statement, the car kept stopping along the road, I was only minutes away from the office, the car backfired again. This was the little consequence I had to suffer for my actions and dad was basically punishing me for refusing to join the family business, and most importantl

Malcolm Jameson stood in the doorway of his penthouse suite and looked out onto the Manhattan skyline. He was hungry and irritable. If that oaf, Peter, didn’t arrive with his dinner soon, he’d eat him instead. He’d seen so many changes in his four hundred years of vampirism, but none so great as the way mankind buried knowledge and facts about the supernatural and magic world in mythical tales and lore. Had that not been the case, he questioned if he and his vampire family would still be around. Modern equipment and science had progressed to the point they could easily track them down and kill them. Of course, first, they’d have to believe they existed.

The devil is there instead. Yaksha, the first of the vampires. As I am the last. TBC.....