Owl Vampire Novels & Stories

She should have known he was one of them: why else was he always out at night, stopping her from coming to these places? “No, Olivia, I’m not a vampire, come on. Do I look like I’m a vampire?” How is she even supposed to know? She’s only ever seen one vampire; they could all look different for all she knows. All the films she’s seen were different, most of them unbelievable, so how on earth does Alaric expect her to know? “I’m a werewolf, Olivia. Why do you keep coming to these places? Are you actually trying to get yourself killed or are you just plain damn stupid?”

Adrian said. As they backed off to escape the bolts of lights falling from the sky, they found themselves face to face with a vampire with blazing red eyes. Olivia tried to tackle him with hot waves from her aura but he kept releasing shocks and shocks of lightening. She tried to stop the attack but her energy was no match for the vampire’s strength.

But holding it in wasn't going to make her situation any better. "Damn it Khloe I'm not going to punish you for crying." I finally said. I guess that's all she needed to hear because the next thing I knew, she was burying her face in my chest, finally letting her feelings show. I just laid there, holding her there as she cried. Most Vampires don't understand the mentality of humans. They don't allow their pets to show emotions and then get bored of their pets because they act like emotionless zombies. They don't understand that forcing a human to suppress how their feeling is just setting them up for failure.

- I admitted, slightly embarrassed. - Ah, I understand. I was wondering if I should tell you myself who I am.- Oliver said, then took a cloth handkerchief from his pants pocket and wiped the rest of the blood on his face.- Forgive you had to find out like this...- he sighed, glancing at the deer body lying practically under our feet, then moved it slightly sideways with one smooth movement of the hand.- I can assure you that I am not like other vampires. I don't kill people, except in self-defense. Although to have more strength I have to drink human blood at least once a month, but then I only choose the bad ones.- he continued, turning his eyes back to me. - Is this why you're taking time

He is about to pounce on it when I grab him by his collar, stopping him. “Hey, Idiot! Did you finally lose it?” I grit my teeth as a fly to one of the highest branches of the adjacent tree with him. “Why?” He yells back without looking at me, irritated since I disrupted his hunt. “Were you planning to hunt that mad bison or get thrashed by it?” I say in a deadly cold voice, appearing highly miffed. “My dear malfunctioned robot brother, I’m a vampire, remember?” Orlo arches his eyebrows as he turns towards me. “I won’t die- hey wait! Your eyes turn into a creamy golden color. You already had your fill?”

***** EYOLF After successfully defeating the vampire, we quickly flee from the scene, ensuring that we bring along the three unconscious wolves who remain unaware of the peril we faced in the vampire castle. I gaze at Lyca as she reverts back to her human form. Despite the intense battle, she appears unscathed. It is evident that she did not have to take many vampire lives today, and the same goes for Wulfsige. There is no denying that she possesses far greater strength than I had initially anticipated. I am certain that I would never stand a chance against her in a one-on-one fight. Moreover, she is truly a remarkable individual. Despite Irya's disdain towards her, Lyca still made the effor

"I have no idea, humour me. What's happening?" "Vampires choose female wolves from Alpha bloodlines every 40 years to feed on. This enhances their strength, speed and agility. Especially when the female had just come of age by their standards." Jasper continued for my father. But we all knew the myth. Knew that they fed on them to gain more strength than any normal vampire. But it was only royals who were allowed to practice such atrocities. Royals that hadn't come to South Africa in years. Or so the Alphas had told us. Lead us to believe.

He swirled the drink in his hand, “You were with him before you came here, am I wrong?” Woah… Do all vampires have a sensitive noses? “Yea,” Harou nodded, “I was…” He smiled, “You have a sharp nose.” “Oh no,” Quincelet replied, “Mutts have a very strong smell,” He looked at the lycan, “That’s it, you can smell them from a mile away.” And there was invisible electricity between the two kinds after he said that. I guess vampires and wolves will always hate each other. Ulrich and Egon were the first ones to stand up, “We’ll be taking our leave.” Ulrich did his best to remain polite but I could sense the anger oozing out of him.

She pivoted, sending her owl forward with talons extended as the witch reappeared at the exact spot she’d anticipated. The owl’s cry pierced the air as it struck, its beak elongating and driving deep into the mayor’s throat. It resembled a feral predator, more a vulture than an owl, in the savage way it pressed the attack. A guttural sound escaped the vampire witch, but even as blood trickled down her chest, she refused to surrender. The mayor’s fingers twitched. The fountain water quivered, and the surrounding hedge walls rustled, ready to obey her command again.

I said, narrowing my eyes at him. “They are incredibly stealthy and because they constantly feed off both humans and animals, they have all sorts of different scents that throw even the oldest vampires off. They hide in the shadows, and they only come out when they know they won’t be detected. But if they do have to come out, they blend in with humans fairly well,” Joseph explained.