Rudolph The Little Vampire Novels & Stories

I flinched at his tone. "Why are you always so careless?" he muttered before rolling up his sleeves. I was too weak to say anything. Suddenly, he bite his wrist and held it out to me. I stared at him in shock. "Lick it . You will be fine." He stated, inching closer to me as I look in horror. "No, No! I don't want to be a vampire!" I yelled, crawling to the corner. Drinking blood from a pure blood will turn me into a vampire!

Her body is more lean and thin, but I wouldn’t underestimate her. Not only was the dinner situation unexpected, but my wolf paced restlessly in my mind. Alora, my beautiful reddish-brown furred wolf, mumbled under her breath constantly. She mentioned mates but then acted confused and said they weren’t mates. I definitely felt a pull to both of the strangers, but it was weak. I agree with Alora’s confusion. The guy was a vampire and the woman smelled like a human yet not, code for witch in my senses. There is no way I could been mated to either one of them, never mind both!

"No, Del, you know what you're going to do is very wrong." "Delaphine," Junior again called her. "I'm coming, give me a sec," Delaphine told him. "You don't have to come, Delaphine," said to me. "Werewolves can kill you," I tried to talk her out of going. "Werewolves don't normally come out during the day time there mostly out during the night," she told me. Werewolves truly did mostly come out at night to hunt us. During the daytime, it seems they rested saving their energy for the night.

"Not tonight." The heavy thud of the drums stops. The stage lights flip from a deep red to a harsh, blinding white. A man steps onto the small wooden platform in the centre of the room. He is a vampire, his skin the colour of skimmed milk under the halogen bulbs, his dark hair wild and matted with sweat. He holds the microphone tight, his long fingernails tapping against the metal mesh. "We have royalty in the mud tonight," the vampire says. His voice rings through the speakers, cracking with static. He looks directly at our booth. "An old friend has crawled out of the dark."

“He was. The Leader of the Vampire Faction in London tracked him down and ended up taking him out.” “So, that was why he disappeared, and the murders stopped.” It made me wonder how much human history was interwoven with vampires and other supernatural creatures. It made me rethink stories of the past. Perhaps Little Red Riding Hood was really about a wolf-sifter attack. You never know. There was a knock on the door, and Lance quickly crossed the room to answer it while I finished the blood and filled my glass with wine. Then I added wine to Lance’s blood glass, too. Since I’d become a vampire, I’d quickly learned that wine was a good way to cover blood.

I replied and gulped down the contents of the glass. “Get me five bottles.” I groaned. “You're affecting me with this lackadaisical behavior of yours, the drinks here are mixed with wolf's bane that gets the werewolves here drunk with just a drink, and I'm still trying to recover from last time,” Rudolph complained. “Wolfsbane?” I asked, a bit surprised. I didn't even care to ponder on how I got drunk last time. I turned to the bad guy. “Did you add any kind of spirit to my drink?” I glared, I saw him shudder at my question in fright.

“Do you think I’m afraid of you?” My fists clenched tight at my sides, nails digging into my palms until I felt the sharp sting of broken skin. My wolf paced restlessly inside me, struggling to break free. Every second, I had to stand here, face-to-face with this smug vampire, felt like torture. “Can we check inside your house? We aren’t here to fight,” I said, forcing the words out through gritted teeth. Rudith’s golden eyes swept over me slowly. “Ah…you must be his Beta,” he murmured. “Do you really think I’d be hiding her? But…please yourself.” He gestured toward the front door, and it swung open with a creak.

They had their claws out. Adolph watched them all do their transformations in mockery, but something caught his eyes. Ryan's transformation. Adolph had expected a wolf. Not a vampire. He quickly sent his senses out to check Ryan but was immediately repelled. Even though he was repelled, he was able to smell him and what he got shocked him. Adolph had just found out that Ryan wasn't just a vampire, he was also a wolf and had the scent of human essence on him too. Though the human scent wasn't strong, the way Adolph saw it, this was the bloodline of a Turakie. If Kurt could devour it, he might stand a chance to become one at the end of the day.

He was one of the most terrifying figures active across the world. The last person beside him pulled down his blood-red cloak, revealing a stunningly handsome man in his early 20s. He had blood-red hair, blood-red pupils, and blood-red fingernails. However, he was no ordinary figure. He was Alucard Ludendorff, a high-ranking vampire archlord.

"Your wound disappeared by itself?" Rondolf laughed. Rula is cute with the look on her face now. "You fascinated by me?" Rulla shook her head. She pointed at Rondolf's wound again. "How did you do that?" She asked. "You drank a potion or something?" Rondolf chuckled. He took a seat, looking at Rula from quite a distance. “I was born like this, Rula.” Rula fell silent, clearly not understanding anything. "I'm a werewolf."