Scotland Vampires Novels & Stories

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.”

"Bloodletting when the vampire is dying." ###

Also, Sir Danilo wants Dan to marry a pureblood and have high-ranking pureblood grandchildren in his bloodline. I know that a pureblood can revive someone dead, so does that mean Mama is a pureblood too? Wait, what's the difference between the other vampires anyway? If I become a vampire, will Sir Danilo accept me as his son's wife and let us live in peace here? Being a vampire doesn't sound bad at all, right? "Dan," I called my husband, and he looked at me. "Can you make me a vampire too?" I said to him, and his forehead creased.

The finale to this night. "The Vampire will die."

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?

If Blaire asked her not to do something, she wouldn't do it. "About time. You're worse than Luther and Blaire," Scotty said under his breath. Heather smiled at me. "I think it's sweet. Lilly seems to care for you." The look of longing on her face twisted my stomach into knots. Scotty and Heather weren't fated mates, and any day, one could find theirs, and the other be left out in the dust. "Anyway," Scotty said, turning to face me, and blocking the training. "I think we're doing good with the training. My fear is still the older vampires. Does the old dragon have any knowledge on how to kill an old blood-sucker?"