Raja Vampir Novels & Stories

“But the Lydo I know won’t think of killing me.” “No Zuka, that Lydo is dead!” Zuka tilted backward on his heel. “Don’t hate me for your death.” Vampire possesses a fit of rage known as ‘vampiric rage’ – that is way beyond ‘wolf rage.’ Vampires’ anger can be triggered in many ways and the result is the destruction of the person that triggered it. No one wants to piss off a vampire. Pissing off a dead vampire is no way to go either.

I said genuinely, "that's interesting. I'd never heard of an organization that integrated all three subcategories of people before. Do they all… You know…" Sol raised his brow in question. "Know about vampires?" I nodded as he finished my question. He shook his head, "Some do. Only those who have direct relationships with vampires themselves, such as husbands, wives, and lovers. But the majority of them… No. It's safer that way for everyone." I nodded my head in understanding. "That is the business. If you can get the job done, it doesn't matter what race or species you belong to." I agreed.

”Malia is the cousin of Raven Whitlock,” I said and scrunched my nose. James squinted and waited for me to continue. ”Raven is the descendant of the first-ever vampire in existence. She’s, um, strong.” I said and scratched the back of my head. ”Fuck,” he said as he gritted his teeth and turned around as he dragged his hand through his hair. But then he stopped, slowly his body turned to face me and he took slow, menacing steps towards me.

Remlend had an odd feeling about the woman, but he ignored it and resumed the game he had stopped. Samantha? Although she has a lovely name and appears to be an angel to humans, she is not bad. "Okay, let's play murder wink," he suggested. All of the students agreed. "Has anyone played this game? Do you all know the gameplay?" he asked. Few students nod, but many more are unaware of the game. "I'll explain it."

It was not that I was to forcefully marry and bond with someone but it was the who. King Vampir was ruthless. He was the first vampire, the sire of the whole vampire race. He was not just a vampire but a hybrid, a cross between a witch and vampire, making him as old as the world, rendering him immortal. My stomach turned and I thought I would vomit right there as I continued crawling my way to the door, getting there and standing up only to rush out to the crowd outside, patiently waiting and hoping for their name to be called.

I heard Ben and his witches abruptly stop chanting and looked down to see a very happy Grayson, lifting up what was left of Moira’s body to go drop into the volcano. “Well personally I’m tired of waiting for her to come, tell the bitch to fucking get on with it,” I heard from behind me. A familiar accented voice, but strained. I whipped around and looked down to see Raul and an unknown vampire, and they were both bloody as hell with torn clothes. I grinned at him, a sight that likely terrified the witches, but it wouldn’t bother a vamp to see my fangs. “Quinn if you would be so kind,” Raul said, levitating up to me at eye level, and reaching out his hand for Fiona.

“You tread dangerously close to insulting me. If you’ve come for my mate, you will not leave this place alive.” Their fear thickens. The smallest of the group, a wiry man with a gaunt face, takes a shaky step back. “We mean no harm, Lord Ramon. We... we didn’t know.” “Didn’t know?” My eyes narrow, and my voice drops, dripping with menace. “You dare lie to my face? You knew what you sought. But let me remind you, I am not some fledgling vampire to be trifled with. I am Ramon Kovah, Vampire Lord of the Crimson Clan and an esteemed member Supreme Council. And you, all of you, are nothing but insects beneath my boot.”

[Flashback] "Are you crying or screaming? Why are you so loud?" asked little Rai who was thirteen years old. Albert was surprised to find a small vampire figure in front of him. "W-who are you?" His crying immediately stopped. "How dare you not answer and instead ask me! You don't know who I am?!?" he shouted and Al just shook his head guiltily. "I'm Raizel Harrison de Haltz! I'm the leader of a vampire clan called Haltz! You're presumptuous of asking without my permission!!" Rai explained arrogantly.

I watched in amusement as she walked away, sighting her fake butt job. "What did she mean by specialty?", I asked, all my senses attuned to where Vanir's hand rested on my thigh, his fingers tracing circles on the exposed skin as I tried to regather my wits. "Vampires come here to seek a sexual high by feeding", Vanir said and I gasped, definitely from his words and not the fact that a finger of his just brushed my nipple. "Humans volunteer for that", Vanir added. "Why would one do that?", I asked, my mind heady as his chocolate scent wrapped around me, intoxicating me as I squirmed on his lap.

She has no past. - There are kids who go in there when they're only two or three years old and even newborn babies. - But Lucasta considered me her brother. How can I heartlessly abandon her? Do you understand the pain of being abandoned by your own relatives? Samson's hiss made Aurora almost drop the glass of water. She noticed his eye color was brighter, and that was a sign that he was angry. This vampire guy also has a traumatic past when he was abandoned by his own parents and she can understand that he has seen his image through Lucasta.