Scotland Vampires Novels & Stories

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?"

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

Neither of us can figure out where that stupid rumor of him killing witches for their powers even got started. “So Ryder and Scott both have found their mates. Heads up, Ryder’s second chance mate is your cousin Alaynia.” Zavian says. “I had no idea that bitch was back in the states. She tends to stay in Europe.” I point out. “Yeah, I am not sure why she is back. I thought you should know. Scott’s mate is some vampire named Seraphina.” He adds. “Vaccaro told us about her. She sounds like a real whore.” I comment.

“Those are vampires. Man, do they just let anyone be Alpha these days? When I trained, we had to know every single scent.” “We’ve never been around vampires,” Colin argues. “The peace treaty was put into place before we were born.” “Ah. Well, see for yourself.” We move closer to the pile of yet to be burned bodies. I can tell they aren’t wolves by their pale skin and gray eyes. I breathe in the scent of them, committing it to memory. “I found fifteen vamps meeting with my brother. They were discussing their payment for taking the girls. These are the last eight.” “Their payment? What was Clyde planning? Why would he call me if he knew who had them all along?”

Sally has taken down several vampires and witches. “You’re being holding out on us,” I tell her; she gives me a sassy wink and blasts another witch into a wall. I round a corner finding a wall of vampires. I summon several of my pack to help us take them out. Mazelina doesn’t have much time. Three Lions and four hyenas come roaring and cackling—the vampires blanch at the sight of pure white hyenas. “Abominations!” one hisses. “Goddess creation.” I grin as they attack the vampires; as they’re distracted, Sally and I race around them to the stairs down to the bottom floor.

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.