Owl Vampire Novels & Stories

The woman coughed up blood into her face, the look on that face priceless to her “now you and yours are ours” she said into that womans face The woman stared as a moan of pain made it passed the mouth full of blood “say it” she demanded “yours...” the woman said coughing up blood She took out the stake and used the tip to cut a line on her wrist offering it to the woman who had fallen on her knees. The woman spit out whatever was in her mouth then took her hand taking her wrist to her mouth and pulling her blood and her eyes closed at the ecstasy of the vampire feeding, which shouldn’t have happened , the woman hadn’t bit her. Either way she pulled that hair, the woman complied and her lips

Marcis Ocya, a noble class vampire who has a territory in Portland, her ability is poison gas. 2. Halvor Calimaco, a noble class vampire who has a territory in Chicago, his strength is to be able to turn parts of his body into sharp objects. 3. Verril Wouter who has jurisdiction in Miami, his strength is ultrasonic sound. 4. Obert Linfred, his territory is Santa Ana, and his ability is to be able to copy all his opponent's movements perfectly. 5. Wouter Alphonse, Verrill Wouter's twin, has dominion in Orlando, and his main strength is the manipulation of the lightning element.

, Oliver said but his indirect words were enough to give a sense of what he was feeling. “I thought you will not come considering you left from our last conversation as if you were disgusted from me, disgusted of what I have become, I thought maybe you also started believing like everyone else that I am some evil who summons the serpent and honestly i wouldn't blame you even if you believe so because you have a valid reason there”, I said in a low voice with my eyes wandering to everywhere else except resting on Oliver’s face and that was when Elvin interrupted us by saying, “I will give you two sometime and I will be waiting for when you would need me, all you have to do is call my name, yo

Among them, one individual stood out above the rest – Athdal, a young hybrid of vampire and werewolf blood. Athdal was a rare breed, born of a forbidden union between a vampire and a werewolf. His very existence defied the laws of nature, making him a target for both his own kind and those who sought to maintain the status quo. Yet, despite the dangers that surrounded him, Athdal had managed to carve out a life for himself in Orleana. He was the leader of a pack of hybrids, a group of individuals who, like him, bore the traits of both vampires and werewolves.

It seemed like he didn't drink as much as the previous nights. "What do his eyes look like?" she asked. "They were red. Almost black. They were hollow." He shivered at the memory before turning to her. "It is no surprise. He has no soul." He said. "Is he the one killing the women?" "Yes. He is a monster. A demon. He feeds on these women. That is why I have to kill him or he will grow stronger with every soul he takes." Angelica frowned. All this sounded so unreal, yet she knew there was something behind what her father said. He couldn't just be making up everything. Maybe exaggerating, but something was going on in their town.

Delaphine said with a bright smile as she reached for an apple from a low branch and bite right into it. "I hope you get what your heart desire," I wished her. "Ho-oh.., someone who you can't stand is coming towards us," Delaphine whispered to me. My head turned to see who it was and my stomach instantly churned noticing it was Turner Cavill. A boy who was also a part of my village before it was attacked by werewolves. "Let's go somewhere else," I told Delaphine as I quickly got up. Turner ran in front of me stopping me before I could move from the tree.

You feel the pain, heal partially, only for it to start all over again in a vicious cycle. Welp, sucked to be him. It didn’t take much to get him talking and so far, we’d found out a lot of information. Oceanus was a vampire, but he sang like a bird. Now it just seemed like Onyx was playing him, like a lioness with her prey.

After a few minutes more the candle lights came on again while the owls returned. I waited to watch in alert and zero seconds. The new vampires stood up in their immortal forms, all in a separate species from the other. They were all physically different. The first one looked very similar to the joker, only this one had fangs, longer nails, a deadly face that made him look like an angry bat, short, red-skinned, and a very huge head. I quickly recognized that one to be the night prowler. He was of the Yara-ma-yha-who breed. An ancient breed common in Japan.

He led the fight, showing unwavering determination and guided his pack with bravery and skill. In the midst of the chaos, a vampire pounced on Tyler, sinking its teeth deep into his flesh. Pain shot through his body as the venom spread, threatening to take over. His vision blurred, and he staggered back, holding onto his wound. A female Omega, witnessing the attack, quickly slaid the vampire. She hurried to Tyler's side, her eyes filled with fear and worry. "General! No!" she cried out, her voice desperate. She reached out to him, her touch gentle but urgent.

A very dense fog covers this forest. "Where are we?" Lucia looked at the tree with its trunk twisting aimlessly in front of her. Orlan smelled a bad smell; his sense of smell was susceptible, especially to the smell of bones. Was it because he was a werewolf? Azzura looked up and smiled. "Have you never heard of where witches live?" Lucia frowned deeply. She turned to Orlan; her husband also seemed to be thinking. Orlan stared at Lucia; he gasped in surprise. He had never seen Lucia with such fiery red eyes. Now Lucia really looked like a vampire.