Owl Vampire Novels & Stories

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 said and Pocco was still puzzled everything he was talking about was not apparent. Blake knew that if he and Evangeline will choose to be together, she will only hurt her, the fact that once a vampire turned 30 their look will stop like that... their looks will never grow old after that and they will never die with that look, and as an immortal, the pain would never go away when the one he loved died. Same with a human who would grow older, thinking that while Evangeline's face starting to wrinkle, he could be with her that long because people around them will begin to be suspicious and the fact that he didn't want to have future children that would be possibly going to be just like him,

Caroline put her foot ahead then her mind said, " Hey! What are you doing? How can you believe in a stranger and that also in a guy." She again put her leg back. "Why are you thinking so much? Just get inside before he changes his mind to give you lift and leave you here alone. You're already a werewolf, brave daughter of a strong alpha of a pack." Her heart persuaded her. "So what if you're a werewolf? Nowadays, humans are more monsters than werewolves. " her mind warned her. "Oie.. Caroline flustered and uttered, " both of you stop fighting." She said so loudly that he got confused too and muttered to himself, " Both? " and he looked around out of the car from the window, " who's the other

VICTORIA Oliver was being sprayed with wolfsbane. His skin was horribly burned, and Matice was tied to a chair with silver and Jimson weed. She thrashed and screamed for Oliver, so distraught she didn't notice Mason, and I enter the room. There was a man who smelled like Matice but looked only twenty years old. It couldn't be her father. I heard vampires didn't age, but he seemed so young to have a 17-year-old daughter. Before anyone could do anything, I shifted and tore the man's arms off who was spraying Oliver. He would soon bleed out. He was some sort of vampire hybrid. I stocked towards Matice's father, who was just standing there watching all this unfold. Suddenly I felt my magic retur

His eyes got amazed at how dominant Carl’s wolf was. “They were hybrids, Ser Harlod. And I noticed a thin black mark on his shoulder that looked like an imprint mark that was unbelievable to find on a werewolf. I believed they were not created by a simple blood-exchange method,” said Carl, noting the situation. He ruffled his hair and continued, “I also found his Majesty very different, as I had never seen such power that can create a fire on a vampire’s body and that beautiful whirlwind of his. Did you have any idea about this?”

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.

They have magical creatures with them, but Vladimir does not need them as he bursts open the doors with his magical powers. The door swings open, and many very scared vampires are looking at them as they approach the vampires with their stakes. Dean and Tamara lead their wolves inside while Vladimir and his vampires follow them. The vampires that are inside are no ordinary vampires. They are the best of the best and the generals of Olga and Ivan's Army. They are ready to fight, although they feel terrified. They can feel that the two wolves in front are extraordinary creatures. For the first time, they see the feared Vladimir. He looks tall and strong. No wonder Helga was so afraid of him. T

Oliver was convinced it was a warning and that the vampires were planning something. When our parents joined us a couple of hours later, Oliver had convinced me as well. The vampires were coming for us. That much we were pretty sure about. It made sense that they would attack before Eli became king. According to our history books, the vampires thin the herd of lycans every couple of hundred years. Whenever they felt we had become too strong.

A tap fell on the little head: “It's 117.” Being knocked on her head like that, she did not show any anger, on the contrary, smiled more, blonde hair exalted her white skin and bright smile: "Do you also know that I am an adult? Yet you always see me as a child. By the way, I have something important to tell you today." Owen gently stroked his small hair, his face was perfect in every angle, making others suffocate, his thin crimson lips stood out on his white skin like porcelain - characteristic of vampires, his emerald green eyes. sweet and gentle, always tender and affectionate when looking at her.

She was face to face with a vampire. Only now did she get a good look at him; he was taller than her, at least six foot in height. His figure was slim but there was no denying that he had at least some muscle to him. Though it was his face that caught her attention. His complexion was paler than the full moon that shone down on them from the starry night sky, which caused his ocean blue eyes to stand out, and his dirty blonde hair was a ruffled mess. If she didn't know any better, she probably would have fallen for his charms.