Scotland Vampires Novels & Stories

Triads occurred amongst vampires, but he’d never heard of more. “You are making a lot of grunting noises,” Tyler commented drifting over from the kitchen with a packet of crisps. “Oh, wow,” he leaned over Talen’s shoulder. “What’s this? Nominees for pin up of the month? I vote for the tattooed dark one.” “Rhett Salem,” Talen supplied. “Cameron Edison is the red-head, and Heath Gale is the blond. Werewolves.” “One of each flavor, please,” Tyler snickered. “You don’t normally do guys, Tal, or werewolves. And do I have to remind you that you have a mate?”

She shook her head and read the book again. There were four breeds of vampires. Royals, the most powerful vampires possessing psychic powers. They can walk in both daylight and moonlight. They don't require much blood consumption to work. Then comes pure-breed vampires. They are not royal but strong vampires, however, they don't have any psychic powers but their strength was unbeatable. Like royals, they can walk in daylight but for a few minutes or using an enchantment such as rings, pendants, or bracelets. The Nightcrawlers, the most notorious breed of vampires. The fledglings of this breed cannot control their blood lust and caused destruction for several years. They can only walk into mo

“Look here are the bottles you smash into the vampires or submerge your weapon in when attacking. I labeled them, and they are Purple V for the vampires. Green Z for Zombies are what I used to help at least subdue them. However, I don't know how effective it may work on them due to their makeup.” “Amber that is terrific. I looked up some information my good friend Marco had provided me about attacking them. He said chopping off their head and burning them has been working so far. However, he told me they are very strong, very resilient, and seem driven by orders.” Alex adds while examining her bottles of mixtures she had put together.

I also read that they were the authors of mischief, they don't reproduce and they die by getting pierced by sharp objects or by getting exposed to the sunlight. An hour after I had gone through different sites, I was left in awe. Vampires were myths but I saw one for real. One who didn't get burned by the sunlight and was otherworldly gorgeous. I scratched my hair from the confusion of it all. Deciding I was going to take my mind off everything that had to do with the mythical creature, I opted to working out till dawn. I went to my mini gym situated on the ground floor of my house and I got on my treadmill and started it.

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

Scott and the others climbed out the dungeon as vandal & Golith chose befalling the human world. “My clubs been overrun by those damn acolytes.” Vandel as he pulled out a flask and drinking its contents. ‘What does she want with your club?” Scott asked. “To send a message to the vamps that hides out in Rochester: follow her over fry. After Dola I’ve reached my tolerance level when if comes to monarchies: So I dug up all the ammo I could get & went to blood stock to save your sorry ass.”

Vanessa smirked as she saw those four vampires fight amongst each other. Alexander was monitoring Becca and his surroundings carefully when a two-hundred-year-old vampire named Benedict appeared in front of him. “Ugh, not you,” Alexander groaned as Benedict has always managed to piss him off just with his annoying face while the words that spilled out of his mouth were even more annoying.

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

Cadence asked. “This book is very old,” he began, his hand hovering over the cover of the leather bound book but not touching it, though he was wearing a pair of the white gloves Cadence had seen historians wear on television shows. “I believe it was likely written in the mid- to late-sixteenth century, possibly earlier. At that time, Vampires controlled much of Scotland and Ireland, as you know, and they would continue to dominate that area of the world for the next several centuries. It’s basically a manual for all sorts of information to be left for successors, should anything become of the kings and queens of the time, though they obviously expected to live forever.”

Damon heard a bang as he tried to lay in bed , he walked as fast as he could to the chamber Scar was . Only two find three of his pack wolves dead on the ground and four figures had swarmed into the room Scar slept . Two were already on Scar's side of the bed, a hand clamped over her mouth to muffle her screams as they dragged her naked body from the bed aggressively. It was hard to see who their attackers were in the darkness, their shifting, quick forms difficult to pin down even with Damon's wolf senses active. He could tell from their shapes that they were goblins, but why were they here?