School For Vampires Gruftine Novels & Stories

The air felt thick with old magic. “Out! Now!” Sorin yelled, kicking his door open. Edwin carried me out, running toward the ruins. Behind us, the pursuing cars slammed to a halt. Doors flew open. At least six vampires spilled out, eyes glowing red. “Give us the hybrid!” one shouted. Sorin spun around, cracking his neck. “Come take her, assholes.” Edwin set me down behind a crumbling stone wall. “Stay here. Promise me.” “Clark, your shoulder—”

I run as fast as I can and feel a pang in my heart as I get further and further away from my mate. "Is my mate feeling it too?" I ask my wolf. "Yes," she says sadly. "Don't worry, Jenny. I'll find you another mate, someone who will truly love us. And I have an idea of who it is," I say hopefully. My wolf just nods and we sever the connection. "Oh no," I say anxiously. I sniff vampires. I'm alone. It will be harder for me to eliminate them. Finally, I reach a familiar place in the forest and then I see a vampire. He has black hair, pale skin, and red eyes.

He shoves me into one of the gravestones and my world goes pitch black. My skull throbs all over like I've got a bass drum pounding on the inside of my head. I groan, lifting my arm to touch my face and that hurts too. A metallic scent of blood fills my nostrils and the back of my tongue. Then everything flashes back: Gwen, the werewolves, the freaking vamps who attacked Amelia, Lance, and me back at my human school. And how the bloodsucker, Zane, smashed my head into a tombstone.

His blood-stained frame left a hideous imprint on my window and left a crimson trail on my shirt as our bodies collided in his reckless descent. I whipped my head around, locking eyes with him as he let out a guttural groan and shattered the arrows embedded in his flesh with a swift crack. My sharp eye immediately identified the arrows as the very same ones my parents used for hunting in our pack, expertly crafted to target vampires with their deadly poisoned tips. Our pack witch had concocted a potent potion that not only paralyzed vampires, but could prove fatal if left untreated beyond a day.

I look of the students of Vampire High. "She's a Gredator and will be killed--" "Not all Gredators hurt." Lit interrupted what Vixie had to say. "How can you say she's not hurting?" Vixie asked. Lit grinned and looked at me. "Since she stepped into Vampire High, we all know she's a Gredator. If she's a bad Gredator ... she already have a chance to kill us but she didn't do it.." Lit said as she turned to look at me. I stopped at what she said. I mean ... They knew I was a Gredator earlier than I was? How? Did Fin know they all knew I was a Gredator?

she smirked. Fear had taken the place of their earlier pleasant day. They are coming to organize a retreat. Do things that are unusual for civilized people to do. They don't have their phones on them. For them to complete their tasks without difficulty, their teacher gathered them. The only option for the students is to wait for the announcement of what will happen. The tornado, which was large and terrifying, was approaching their location rapidly.

I will give him more than he bargains for. I go to my new home, a plain suburban affair. It is furnished. Quickly, not breaking a sweat, I move most of the furniture into the garage. Then I retire to the master bedroom, draw all the shades, and lie down on the hard wooden floor and close my eyes. The sun has drained my strength, I tell myself. But as I doze off I know it is also the people I have met this day that have cut deep into me, where my iron blood flows like a black river over the cold dust of forgotten ages, dripping onto this green world, onto the present, like the curse of the Lord himself. I hope to dream of Krishna as I fall asleep, but I do not. The devil is there instead. Yak

The moonlight shone brightly upon the lake, the stars glistening in the distance as the light danced across my skin. I sat there silently, watching the ripples from the fish in the lake. It wasn’t long until I heard a rustle in the trees behind me, it was my brothers. I was sixteen, my Father, the Alpha of our pack was meeting with other Alphas about a problem with one of the neighbors, a clan of vampires. Our eldest brother, Jackson, was there because, after this year, our dad is planning to retire as Alpha. My brothers sat around me, told me about what they had heard which was to go straight to the leader of the vampires.

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had surv

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