Sea Vampires Novels & Stories

PROLOGUE The chaos was just starting to worsen. The SODAIR kingdom, led by the Human King, King Gaber was getting endless challenges from the Viper King, King Morton from BESHADONNA kingdom. These two kings have been fighting a battle that their forefathers fought. Trying to survive, no one dared to negotiate since it only meant surrender. The viper kingdom is known to take humans captive to their territory. They are so cunning and clever, with the use of their belladonna flowers, they tend to take humans astray, promising Utopia but then giving them endless pain and suffering from slavery.

Smith and Clara landed on the port side, and Elizabeth and Paul on the Starboard side. The sea bed is muddy—difficulty walking. All the senior people on the ship were sitting and watching the ROV videos. The captain and the shift supervisor were staring at the NAV screen in the wheelhouse. It was the coldest day in December. The task time is thirty minutes. Both groups moved forward slowly. "Confirmed three large containers, starboard side," Paul reported. Along with Paul,Elizabeth approached the container.

Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curiosity getting the best of him. Melia arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to tell you that," she replied firmly, her voice as cool as a winter breeze.

On the horizon, ships were approaching. They weren't the sleek, geometric destroyers of the Architect. They were ugly, rusted, and trailing black smoke. A flotilla of scavenged vessels. Fishing trawlers welded with armor plating. A container ship mounted with old artillery cannons. A cruise ship painted in camouflage dazzle patterns. "The Free Fleet," Silas identified them, peering through a pair of binoculars. "The remnants of the Atlantic Navy and the coastal survivors. They’ve been hiding in the fog banks for years." "Are they friendly?" I asked. "They're human," Mom said, checking the load in her pistol. "So... probably not." The lead ship a converted frigate named the Goliath sounded it

I've learned not to speak unless spoken to by the Pet Master. I squeezed my eyes shut, ready for him to hit me or yank on the leash or something, but he didn't. He did, however, take my wrist in his hand and lead me into the back area of a limo. Most of the vampires traveled like this, the ones in this city did at least. It was more of a formality than anything. Vampires could easily get to any location they needed with their advanced speed, but I guess some preferred this. Only specific slaves were chosen to drive them.

The tropical paradise felt like a lie. The sun was too bright, the water too blue, and the silence of the beach was a thin veil over the gears of a global machine that refused to stop turning. I stood in the surf, the salt water stinging the fresh scars on my wrists, staring at my mother. Eleanor Vance stood on the rusted deck of our beached submarine like a captain who had just discovered a new world to conquer. The satellite phone in her hand pulsed with a rhythmic, golden light—the same hue as the high-level encryption codes used by the Original Twelve.

​The Respiration didn't land so much as it anchored itself into the sea, its massive, barnacled hull groaning as it settled against the basalt pedestal of the spire. It was a Frankenstein of a ship—sections of sleek Sterling "White-Steel" welded to rusted industrial scavenge and draped in a hardy, vacuum-resistant strain of Whisper-Moss that glowed with a sickly, pale violet light.

She gently closed her eyes then opened them quickly, looked up at the moon floating high above, and slowly stood up. Sparkling tears fell from the corners of her eyes, flying away with the wind and dissolving into the sea. - Vincent, Harvey, Aurora, rest in peace. The owls once again flew to the rock, they flew in a circle, surrounding the female vampire and when they flew into the air together, she was no longer standing on the rock. The sea surface became quiet again, there was no more noise. And when the sun gradually rose from the horizon, people on boats discovered bodies and fragments of boats drifting at sea.

Sharmaine looked into the eyes of the two vampires, psychic power appearing deep in their memories. "Be good, tell me what you know about those who are imprisoned at the bottom of the sea." With a charismatic voice, Sharmaine was no longer a useless immortal, the immortal was a vampire's blood bag. Now that Sharmaine is a super vampire warrior, she has both physical and spiritual strength. The pupils of the two vampires immediately became spiritless, they fell into a lure and seduction. "Down there is a secret lab." "The vampires trapped down there are the test subjects."

The black horizon of the Pacific didn’t just rumble; it bled. Through the dense, wet curtains of the harbor fog, the silhouette of *The Leviathan* materialized like a prehistoric leviathan cut from matte-black steel. The naval destroyer sat three miles out, a ghost ship commissioned by the absolute peak of corporate desperation, its heavy forward cannons slowly rotating toward the coordinates of the free port of Blackridge. They weren't here to negotiate an asset recovery. They were here to execute a scorched-earth liquidation.