Scotland Vampires Novels & Stories

I soon found myself to begin shaking as well, grip tightening on the pillow. Every pet knows that this time would come for them, but even that can't compare for when it actually happens. Even though I knew that Nico was trying to fight it, he and I both knew that he couldn't fight it forever. Those kinds of predatory instincts run through him like his own blood, only allowing him to fight it for so long until it consumes him. He knew that once it did, he wouldn't have much control over what would happen next. It was the instincts that kept vampires alive no matter what once their species first began to grow.

1st September 1335 Gwendolyn was returning home, she trudged past the lonely path that led back to the mansion. The night was dark, but the moon accompanied her, shedding its light on the earth and brightening its surface. Embracing herself, Gwendolyn gulped as she cited the mansion from afar, she was almost there and she was going to make it home. Seeing a faint silhouette behind her, she took to her heels, tripping and falling over. She could feel its presence as it approached closer. The town was well aware of the 12 vampires who roamed Arcadia Falls with the witch even though they had been striving to keep themselves away from humans. “Please don't hurt me!”

Or was that whole cave story just a load of BS to get my sympathy and secure his blood contract? All of a sudden, I felt a gentle touch on my hand, jolting me back to reality. It was Scarlett, her hand placed softly over mine. “Don't worry, nobody believed her,” she said reassuringly. “Not even the doctors. I mean, vampires? That's just a silly story to spook kids. They're not real. Besides, the bite mark was way too animalistic and deep to be caused by a human—let alone someone as young as Vivaldi.”

"Well, you shall be glad to know that he is far worse than me." "How on earth does that make things better," Ethan only but shakes his head. For a few minutes, we stand in nervous, uncomfortable silence. I can almost for sure say that Connor is thinking about what he can do to me. Yet, he firms his voice, "Please tell me how you lose a Vampire." "That, my dear Connor, you will have to ask Edward. Anastasia and me were in Scotland." "Ah, are you the Vampire that went on a bit of a rampage there, killing three in one night?"

As the vampires closed in, Scott's eyes locked onto mine, desperation burning within, with extraordiny effort, he summoned the last vestiges of his mana. The earth trembled, responding to Scott's call.Boulders shifted, blocking the path between the vampires and us. A makeshift barricade formed, protecting us from the snarling horde.But the cost was dire. Scott coughed up blood, his face pale. His body trembled, exhausted from the immense strain. Scott's body went limp, his eyes closing as he lost consciousness. Panic set in as I watched him fall, but before I could react, a new terror emerged. Gigantic spiders crawled from the darkness. Scott's body relaxed, his chest barely rising with shal

Scott smirked with a disdainful look. "Son of the prince, is that the best that you can say and do? I am getting bored with you vampires. I didn't even show you my wolf image yet but I already killed three of your kinds!" Ira smirked back attacking Scott's weak spot. As he heard Ira mentioning his fellow mixed bred that turned to ashes, his fangs got bigger and his eyes were burning in fury. "Come here and let's finish this!" he roared as he jumped towards her aiming for her neck but when he was about to strangle her, a sweet voice appeared behind her.

Omega Violetta used her telekinesis to protect the pack from incoming vampire attacks, creating an invisible barrier around them. Sarah moved through the chaos of the battlefield with deadly precision, her daggers dancing in her hands. She expertly targeted the vampires, striking each of them with lethal accuracy. Her swift and agile movements allowed her to evade their attacks effortlessly. With each strike of her daggers, she struck fear into the hearts of the vampires, leaving them no chance to retaliate.

He ran his hands over his face roughly. Before he could give another order, a sudden screech echoed across the battlefield. A group of vampires approached. One was far larger and more monstrous than the others. Its eyes glowed an unnatural red, and its claws were curved like scythes. Two wolves were flung aside like rag dolls as the creatures charged forward. “Take that thing down!” Ryder growled, and the four of them charged at it at once.

When I feel a slight ripple in the wards protecting our realm, I don't give it much thought, as animals often travel freely in and out of our forest. It doesn't take long before a sense of dread snakes its way down my spine; the birds and animals have disappeared, and it's too quiet. Tyler growls; when I feel a slight breeze brush past my ear, three vampires are headed in our direction, their eyes glowing red with bloodlust. The telltale scent of rabid vampires, stale blood, and rotting flesh reach us before they do. The vampire's movements are staggered, much slower than they usually are; Xavier snarls, running faster than my eyes can track him. He tackles one of the male vampires from beh

"It was never consistent, always sporadic and unexpected." Dr. Scott was deep in thought. He tapped his fingers on the arm of his chair while he considered what I said. "Elizabeth, vampires, like werewolves, have unique talents. Not the same ones, mind you, but as effective. Vampires, in addition to their physical prowess, may enter a person's mind. If they are feeling merciful, they may blot off what is going on. They mostly employ it to increase dread since the victim's bodily response to anxiety affects how they taste."