Sea Vampires Novels & Stories

“Vampires? Are you fucking serious right now?” “Never mind,” I said quickly, heat flooding my face. “Forget I asked.” “No, no, hold on.” Jeff was still grinning, wiping his eyes. “You want to know if I’ve seen vampires? Yeah, man. I’ve seen a whole fucking lot of them.” My blood turned to ice. “What?” “In Vampire Diaries,” he said, completely oblivious to the mini heart attack he’d just given me. “Damon Salvatore? Stefan? You seriously need to watch better TV, dude. That show’s fucking gold.”

"The wolf doesn't like this dark, Natalia. There are no boundaries here. No trees to mark, no stone to anchor the pack aura." "The sea has boundaries, Dmitry," Commander Cheryl said, climbing up the iron stairs from the lower navigation bridge. Her oilskin hood was pulled back, her webbed fingers tracing a line across a piece of glowing, blue-tinted parchment—a localized current map. "They are just carved in deep stone miles beneath our boots. Right now, we are sailing directly over the Trench of Whispers. The Abyssal Purebloods used to dump their failed biological experiments down here before the war." Before Natalia could answer, the rhythmic, mechanical heartbeat of the Royal Vanguard’s s

Sara glanced around again, but there were no signs of the werecats or werewolves, a strange feeling settling in her chest as she wondered what fate had befallen them. “Form up!” Viera’s commanding voice rang out, strong even over the noise of the churning water. “Get to the shore, now!” Without hesitation, the vampires moved into action, swimming through the rough water with a grace that made the witches’ struggles all the more apparent. They were caught in the violent pull of the waves, gasping for air each time they were submerged, their efforts rendered useless by the constant battering. Sara’s gaze shifted to one of the vampires, a younger male, his pale features twisted in a sneer as he

shouted Helena to the open sea. She was like a madwoman screaming to herself. No answer. She looked down, the beautiful blue sea with colorful fish. Dimly she heard a humming sound, something foreign to her ears but pleasant and melodious; siren sound. Siren Aquamarine, the mermaid of the Caribbean sea who always tempts pirates and fishermen. They suck every soul that is subject to their beauty. Beautiful but deadly.

The Pirate's Temptation Chapter 1 South Atlantic, 1720 — somewhere near the Malvinas Islands. The ship Blue Mermaid cut through the gray waters of the Atlantic with fury, driven by a strong gust of wind that signaled a sudden change in the weather. The sails swelled like lungs about to burst. From the top of the crow’s nest, one of the crew lowered his spyglass and shouted, his voice nearly carried away by the wind: "Captain! A vessel adrift to starboard!"

The woman screamed. Phantom is passive, and he already knows where their relationship will proceed if they marry. "One!" Savannah tallied. Phantom is getting ready to cut. The boat capsized due to a faulty rope cut. "Two!" she exclaimed. The pirates on board the ship were in a frenzy, looking for their weapon. "Three! Cut it!" Savannah gave the command. They tie the cords together using rope. The boat sank into the water. It produced a lot of noise, but neither of them had time to rest.

The heavy oak timbers of our flagship, The Crimson Maw, did not merely creak; they shrieked as the vessel plowed through the boiling, emerald-tinted swells of the outer bay. The heat rising from the ruptured volcanic vents below had turned the sea into a shifting maze of superheated thermal currents and blinding, sulfurous steam. Ahead, through the swirling white haze, the tattered black sails of the retreating sea-wolf fleet were ghost-like silhouettes, desperately fleeing toward the edge of the continental shelf—where the ocean floor dropped into the pitch-black, pressurized abyss of the sulfur trenches.

Vladimir Pov We were five minutes from the final launch of the assault. The Ionian Sea beneath the belly of my surveillance jet was a sheet of indifferent black velvet. The coordinates for the San Vittore were locked, and the entire combined fleet, Russian frigates, Italian missile boats, and the air assets of both families, was holding position, a ring of steel tightening around Damon Salvatore's floating prison.

“Sound the alarm. All vampires to the bay. They have been distracting us with the mountains, whilst they moved a fleet to the sea-wall and have used the black powder to explode their way through.” She did not question, but turned and began to run, disappearing from sight. He ran towards the docks, aware that vampires from the street fell in behind him, civilians coming to the aid of their king and their city. Etrait and Alden ships were pouring into the bay through the shattered sea wall, and even as the vampires began to plunge into the water, intending to swim to meet them and overtake the vessels, the water was shredded, spraying up, under the hail of little metal projectiles.

SEBASTIAN'S POV I was wrong, Sarah’s the only irresponsible vampire in history. There's not one single reference of a member of the royal family leaving the kingdom. It's like none of my ancestors even anticipated an incident like this. "Good going Sarah, there are better ways to punish me for not paying attention to you, this is just too much! I don't even know if you're dead or alive. Please come home." A slight knock interrupted my monologue. Rhea? This feels weird and unexpected. I guess she's still our friend after all.