Scooby Doo Vampire Music Novels & Stories

he muttered, clearly annoyed in his tone. “Do you think it’s a trap?” She asked. “It’d be stupid when I have this,” he said as he pulled out what looked to be a gun. I couldn’t help but gasp. They were willing to kill Jospeh? A fellow vampire? Their own kind? Joseph didn’t look surprised. There was no doubt in my mind that the gun was filled with silver bullets. Joseph mentioned earlier that silver can kill the toughest creatures. “We shouldn’t stick around,” she said in return. She took the scarf from him, holding it in her hands as she took a big whiff of it. “But I’m taking this with me,” she added.

Sonya heard some hard bumping sounds from those closed doors. She was close to faint as she heard Marquise was screaming. Marquise released her grip on Sonya’s neck. She was holding her back and Sonya saw a horrendous scene. She saw Louis’ hand was throwing a cut of fresh meat from the bumped back Marquise had but that vampire drained the blood from the other piece of meat. He drank the blood dripping from those fresh cut meat. ‘Gosh, he had cut that old witch’s back using his long sharp scissors shaped finger nails…’ Sonya’s half human emotions got startled and shivered with her frightened eyes kept staring at Louis as a vampire.

We were immediately welcomed with the familiar smell of alcohol and God knows what, I scrunch my nose in disgust and pushed my way past a bunch of drunk teens, trust me it wasn't easy. Sophia squeals and quickly walked up the marble stairs to Daniel's house, which one would consider gorgeous, but mine was bigger, I'm not bragging though. I sighed and sluggishly walked up the stairs behind Sophia and Cassie. I instantly regretted why I agreed to coming as soon as I got in, I could have been home in my bean bag chair eating chocolate from my candy pot while watching my favorite series Teen Wolf. I stepped inside with Sophia following her to the bar, I see a few wolves playing beer pong and som

The moon was full and our senses were heightened, allowing us to easily detect the scent of the vampires. We charged towards them, snarling and growling. I lunged at the nearest vampire, my claws extended and my teeth bared. The vampire was quick, dodging my attacks and retaliating with a swift punch to my gut. I staggered back, but quickly regained my footing and launched myself at the vampire again. Gustavo joined the fray, attacking from the side and catching a vampire off-guard.

If I'm lucky, I'll be free by the end of the night. Taking the first step toward my destruction, I grin and move my hips in time with the slow music in the background. Vladimir swallows, his Adam's apple bobbles in his throat. The vampire's eyes focus on the crook of my neck as I stop directly in front of him. I place my palm on his chest, guide my fingertips down to his abdominal muscles, a corner of my lip twitches in disgust. When he closes his eyes, I take the opportunity to plunge the key directly into his heart, smiling as his eyes shoot open and he looks down at me in horror. "Are you still convinced I don't have the key to your heart?" I ask, grab him by the collar, and pull him clos

My back throbs and my head hurts but I force my eyes open, blinking past the vertigo to see his— “Need a hand, Piccolo?” My head snaps toward the voice—and there he is. Crouching beside me with an amused look on his face completely unfazed. A bullet hole dead center in his silk shirt… but no blood. What the actual— “Rule number one…” he mutters, catching me by the waist and yanking me to my feet. His metallic smell invading my nostrils making my legs wobble as I stare up into those stormy blue eyes. “Never raise a gun at a vampire. And don’t even bother pulling the trigger.”

The notion stirred a quiet joy within me. Surrounded by our men, the Vampire stood in custody, his hands bound by cuffs that I knew were useless; he could simply transform into a bat and escape. I commanded my men to uncuff him, then reached out to Brock with a mental message: "Brock, a Vampire seeks Sanctuary. I'll meet you in your office—Is the team collecting the dead?"

Cringing as his hands groped at my ass, pulling me closer to him; looking up into his dark soulless eyes, I smirked, seeing the flicker of fangs as he opened his mouth to speak. "Fuck this!" I snapped, bringing my knee up and letting it collide with his balls. The scream that left his lips and filtered over the loud music made me smile, but not as much as seeing the dirty vamp falling to the floor on his knees. Grabbing a fistful of his sweaty dark hair that was covered in glitter and what I knew was blood, I pulled his head back, looking him in his empty eyes.

Something permeated the air, some kind of heady desire that even Sidia could feel. The music swelled, and the talking came to a hush. Slowly, the vampires caressed their humans, brushing back hair and staring down into their eyes. Several of the humans leaned forward, resting their heads on the pillows and leaving their necks bare. A dramatic note vibrated from the violinist, and Sidia could hear the soft squish as vampires leaned down and sank their teeth. Instead of cries of pain, the humans around her moaned . . . Pleasurably? She was confused, slightly uncomfortable, and strangely aroused.

He pulled his young face into a frown, wondering why this human was not listening to him and why was she making such strange sounds. “Ann,” Ann said, touching her chest. The Vampire tried again to get to her. Ann jumped a little, startled at his unexpected movements. The vampire seemed to be desperate, Ann noticed, “must want blood. Guess this is what a starved vampire looks like.” “Ann,” Ann tried again, touching her chest. “Uhm,” the prehistoric vampire touched his own chest. “I promise to listen to Ann,” Ann said slowly, hoping the Vampire will repeat after her. But he just made his strange sounds. Ann noticed the pitch of his voice and realized he was trying to compel her.