Pulp Novels & Stories

"You're not going to be my first." Emily nodded and took a deep breath to steady her nerves for the pain. It was over almost immediately. One sharp poke and it was done. After that, she really felt foolish for making such a scene. Until the blood drops welled on her finger and Paoli suddenly had fangs. Big fangs, and his eyes glowed with a ruby red light, just as they had the night they met. She couldn't quite stifle a gasp of horror as he swiped the drops from her hand and turned his face away.

CHAPTER SIXTY TWO "Another thing you should know" Samson said as soon as she released him. "You remember those liquids you saw in the car?" Isabella nodded. She had wondered for a while what that was. "It's a herb" Samson continued. "Although the ones you just saw have been turned into liquid form. I will show you the plant itself when we get home. It's called juniper, and it's very harmful to vampires. Drinking or getting shot with an arrow or bullet that has been dipped in that liquid can cause a lot of pain to a vampire. Also it can have serious effects on your abilities as a vampire. The good thing is that it can't kill you, but it will weaken you long enough to give your enemy enough ti

He smirked: "I'm not so easy to die, you go first." Elias charged at two hairy beasts with red eyes just like them. His claws are also longer and sharper than usual. His claws cut deep into their flesh, blood trickling down to the ground. But just a few seconds later, those cuts completely disappeared, as if Elias had never cut sharp cuts into them. The two beasts let out a few ghastly screams, their whole bodies emitting a strong fishy odor, and jumped towards him. Elias raised his arm covered in steel to support it.

Everything you thought you knew about vampires is a lie. Ok, not really. Azrin might have been acting a bit overdramatic, but still, some of the stuff in human fiction was just wild. Rapidly the Chestnut-haired male flipped through the tattered remains of a human novel. Mentions of garlic, mirrors, and metal stakes to the heart, flittered across his viridian eyes. How they came up with some of this was absolutely fascinating. Scribbling down illegible notes to anyone but himself- scratch that. To anyone but himself and one other, Azrin began reaching for the next volume in the series when a soft click and the shuffling of booted feet caught his attention.

she replied, not giving any hint that she was interested in this conversation. “Okay, then why don’t I tell you about me?” I paused. When she didn’t say anything, I continued, “My name is Alexander Adalwolf, but you can just call me Alex. I’m the alpha of the Pine Forest Pack, which I’m sure you know by now. I’m twenty-six years old. During my free time, I like to sketch, and I’d like to show you my drawings sometime. If you warm up enough, I’d love to sketch you. I don’t normally do portraits, but you are honestly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life, and I’d love any excuse just to stare at you for hours on end. You also smell amazing.”

he explained and slowly started to approach. "S-Silver forest!?" "Yes, Silver Forest. Legend has it that in this forest there are creatures that suck human blood until they die. They are called vampires. You know the legend I'm talking about right?" #to be continued in Chapter 1.2 - Raizel Harrison de Haltz

Anything with the letter P. “I have an idea, lets leave” His eyes brightened with mischief as Mat arched his brows. “Leave?” He let an echo and Toni nodded. “Your mum is not around and mine too, we never really got to explore Puebla, i mean its all around the internet about the exuberant renaissance of the archaic city. World Heritage city” He gestured dramatically with his arms. “I can check amazing places to visit” He raised his phone in his hands and Mat let out a soft sigh. “But my brother, Ralfh” He said and Toni shrugged his shoulders. “We’d take him”

But for the man who lost his pup, an innocent unborn child, these actions are not that evil. Pieces of his flesh are ripped from his body with the use of a rusting hacksaw, it was no clean-cut, he didn’t deserve such kindness. He can feel the heat of the bright metal as it reaches his face, he tries to turn away but there is nowhere to run, he shouts from the pain as it finally touches his skin, the red, glowing metal scorching his skin, peeling it off. Gelle stares at the bloody pliers as it now moves from the table where it was resting next to his nails, he knew what was coming as he clenched his mouth shut. It was pointless though as Xerxes opens up his mouth, the plier coming close to it

Before falling still. It was the man Chloe had shot that had fared the worst. His ribs had been completely pulled apart, the white of the bone poking through the sinew and flesh while the man’s insides slopped out of him now that there was nothing to hold them in place. Blood and flesh coated the ground and walls and began to drip onto the snow below the porch, turning the flawless white blanket into a bloody mess. One leg had been mangled into a bloody pulp. Yet despite the gore, there wasn’t a single drop on Chloe.