Resident Evil Vampire Daughter Novels & Stories

I run my finger down the water glass, wiping away a few more beads of condensation. “Nothing good,” Naomi says quickly. “But we’re not here to talk about that. We’re here to look hot, get drunk, and live our best lives tonight.” “I can get behind that,” I say. “Good. Because that’s what we’re doing.” Naomi looks over at the bar. “Who’s the hot blonde again? I was a little distracted trying not to be eaten by zombies the last time we met.” “That’s Eliza. She’s Lucas’s vampire daughter or whatever you’d consider her.”

I knew I needed to get my shit together, but fuck, it was hard. I’d done some digging on her and found out some interesting information. She was the daughter of Claudis Ventrel of the Ventrel coven. No wonder she was so strong. They were a powerful coven, and she was high-ranking. She’d made a name for herself as one of the most dangerous vampires around, female or not, and I couldn’t help but to smirk at that. Yeah, my mate was a real badass, and that turned me on. Too bad she didn’t actually want to be mine.

How the first vampire was born Raquel was looking at her parents' house, distressed and arguing because of her daughter's rebellion to run away and go see the grotesque scene of burning someone alive and in the middle of a public square. Suddenly the door was opened and in the bright moonlight a muddy and distorted-looking Rachel entered the room. - "Daughter, where have you been?" -the mother didn't know what to do: fight, hug or dry her daughter, who didn't say or do anything in the face of her despair. -Speak up, girl," demanded the father, who got up from the simple sofa and looked at his mute and paralyzed daughter. The parents looked at each other without understanding what was happeni

Her parted lips held no smile. The family was at loss, they did not know what to do. They did not know if they had to call the police. How were they supposed to tell the cops that their daughter was killed by a supernatural? How would they explain the ancient looking sword that was embedded in her chest? Victor sobbed again and the others followed. When they thought there was no hope, a faint glow lit Alexa’s heart. “Vic-Victor, look!” Amanda shook Victor pointing at their daughter. They watched with wide eyes as her entire body glowed. “Oh, my God! She’s coming back. The mark is working.”

Nico just scoffed, "Believe me, Xander, I'm pretty sure you can lie out of this one, plus Layla may be a Bronwyn but she's not a genius." My brows furrowed as he said that. She must be the Lord's daughter. I didn't even know he had a daughter. "I heard my name!" An unfamiliar voice sang out. All three of us turned our heads to the left to see who said it. A blonde vampire strut towards us, smiling as we all looked at her. Xander quickly sat up straighter as she approached. I leaned back against Nico out of nervousness, but couldn't help but look over her features.

The love I'd once felt for my husband and my child had been replaced by numb, aching hollowness. "Luke, you must be tired too. Go to bed." I turned away and poured myself a glass of water. Father and son exchanged a glance---that familiar, conspiratorial look between them---and the sight left me cold. Lucien put his hand on Luke's shoulder, ready to send the boy off to wash up and sleep. But Luke was still wired. I saw the flash of crimson in Luke's eyes and knew immediately---too much rare steak had triggered his vampiric instincts.

Dad just stared at her silently. Later, the paramedics and nurses came in. They examined me and shook their heads, saying, "I'm sorry for your loss. Your daughter has been deceased for several days, and it looks like a case of poisoning." Mom shrieked, "Poisoning? That's impossible! Where would she get poison?" Her eyes swept across the nightstand and landed on the empty bottle of 'candies', and she froze. It was the rat poison she had hidden three years ago and forgotten to throw away–the one I had found.

“The woman on that bed… is exactly what you’re suspecting right now. She’s the daughter of the mediator. She’s the daughter of the family that was wiped out years ago. She is basically our new mediator. The one we’ve been praying to the moon goddess for. The one that has made us steadfast in our lunar celebration. The one that will intercede for the last interruption that occurred. And she’s a vampire. Half vampire and half solarian but of course her father’s genes being the strongest carries seventy percent of her father. Her father, the last Prince of the Nocturis.” My heart dropped. A low gasp escaped me and my and I stumbled down on the chair.

Lily lay so still against the crisp white sheets, her small chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. I moved to her bedside on silent feet, not wanting to disturb the precious rest she so desperately needed. My fingers trembled as I reached out to brush a stray curl from her forehead, her skin was so cool beneath my touch. *What a pity soul,* I thought, the words catching in my throat like a sob. I don't want to lose my daughter. I don't want her to suffer. I don't want her to die. And Marcus, where was Marcus when our daughter needed him most? The thought brought a fresh wave of anger, hot and sharp. While I sat vigil beside our dying child, he was probably somewhere else which I