Scotland Vampires Novels & Stories

There was such a mix of cultures and visitors to the capital city of Scotland he blended in easily. It was a help but also a hindrance. Picking out individual scents with so many people around was a nightmare even for an Ancient vampire. He was starting to feel irritated at his lack of progress and had to fight to contain the emotion. He'd never track the vampires he was seeking if he didn't remain calm. Letting the camera hang from his neck he pulled out his cell phone and dialled the number Pietro had given Mac. He didn't expect it to be answered; it hadn't the last ten times he'd called. When it was he froze for a second, his body tensing.

“Ward, what have you been able to find out?” His hand hovered over the worn, leather cover. “This book is very old. 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.”

Phoenix turned to me, “Selene, you are now queen of the vampires, soon to be queen of the witches and wizards as well.” “You are also the queen of the werewolves.” Chris chimed in. I turned and stared at him for a moment, everyone bowed their heads to me, “For your safety and for everyone else’s safety, we’re all going to Scotland.” Phoenix said, “Why Scotland?” I asked, he rubbed the back of his neck, “It’s because of something Mara said.” I replied, which had me curious and confused; he sighed and cupped the side of my face, “She said you had purple eyes when you had your hand around her throat.”

My patience was already wearing thin. "What do you want? This better be important." I said staring at him. " Wolf King Duncan, we have a problem. We think some vampires have entered the Central Territory. You have to see this." Damon said making my eyes narrow. I followed him outside the house where they had kept the bodies. Bodies of our own. Our loved ones bitten and drained by vampires. Their heads were torn off their bodies. My hands curled up into a fist as I looked at the bodies. These vampires were ruthless. They didn't dare step into the light so they preferred to hide and kill our people. I already had enough to deal with ony plate, now, they dared to come to the Central Territory t

The three musketeers kitted with guns, a vampire noble, an alpha werewolf, and for the lack of better words a hybrid? Claire felt all odds were against them, Vlad is one thing but other elder vampires? Now? What is she to do? She felt the whole world was against her. She couldn't remember the last time she saw another werewolf, for all she knew she wasn't just the last of her pack, but the last one in the world, she sighed and poured herself more whiskey. "Ok, so, I just realised something" Skyler said and Claire looked back at her. "I, I'm scared..."

James asked. “Hit me with the bad,” Lucas replied, crossing his arms. “They’ve rounded up all the vampires and split ’em into six clans. Your brother and sister? No clue where they are. But Chloe’s in the Jackson clan. North. Norway.” “And the good news?” Lucas raised an eyebrow. “Research is moving along. We’re trying to figure out why wolves are untouched. Either the virus creator’s got a grudge against vampires and witches, or we’re just lucky,” James said with a shrug.

Vittoria Foscari has been in rooms like this across six countries and she reads them the way she reads everything, which is as architecture designed to project authority. Tonight there are nine of them, representatives from the four major European vampire courts, and they have been in London for eight days observing the aftermath of the Thames incident and drawing conclusions. The conclusions are not favorable to the British supernatural community. "The hybrid program," says Renard, from Paris, and he says it with the particular inflection of someone tasting something they expected to be unpleasant and finding it worse than anticipated. "We have rules about this. We have had rules about this

Lucifer's POV Kill had sent missives around the Glasgow to the rest of the clans living in the city. I had already told him earlier on, the moment we arrived from Dunbar. In the whole of Scotland, Glasgow bequeaths the strongest Lycanthropes in the country which was my pack the Nightwing and we were superior to the rest of the Lycan packs in the city and around the country. We were also superior to werewolves too. It was our duty to protect our lesser kinds.

She believed sometimes knowledge and curiosity would put someone's life at risk and she didn't want to drag anyone along with her crazy obsession about supernatural beings. With her secret collection, she knew that the prominent kind residing with humans were vampires. They were categorized in three categories. Pureblooded were those who were born as vampires with parents who were both vampires, they were the strongest. Turned vampires, humans who went through transition. And half-vampires, those who were fruits of the union of vampires and humans.

you. I am sorry buddy. I can't help you" The Vampire frowns hearing her. He goes near her and asks her "May I help you miss. You are wounded" The girl gives him a small smile and shakes her head in no. He looks at the dog and asks her "Is this your dog?" The girl shakes her head in no. She tells him "He is not mine but I wish he gets a owner" The Vampire asks her "Why don't you take him with you. He seems attached to you" The girl smiles and tells him "They are the faithful animals Sir. They get attached to people easily. They will be forever with you if you feed them once" The Vampire nods hearing her. He asks her "What happened to you miss. Why are you wounded?" The girl smiles at him and