Second Life Vampire Novels & Stories

"They're fine." VAMPIRE EMPIRE. THE VAMPIRE EMPIRE WAS BEEN HEAD BY DYLAN KAY, Dylan Kay, the first vampire who had live for three centuries and still very strong. Almost everyone fear him. He had gone deep down into some exile after hitting a werewolf, who had run away from him some few years ago.

"Where did you-" "Finally, I found it mate. Soul reaper is mine." Terry let out his usual dark chuckle. That knife is soul reaper. "Now, should I kill you first and then go for her next?" he asked Alex and his words rang through my mind a million times before it all came crashing down. Wait-wait, there is no way that this knife can kill a vampire right? It can't be, there is-

Vivian lay on the bed, she said: "If in the future, I can't be with you anymore, you still have to try to live a good life, there will definitely be someone who understands and loves you like me." "Don't say that, I'll be by your side forever." Phoebe cried. "Impossible, even if I don't get sick, I will die because of old age, vampires' lifespan is very long that's a good thing, you will have more time to see this beautiful world." Phoebe cried louder, she said: “This world is no different from hell, nothing is good, if it is good why do those people refuse to treat me, why do they leave you, why does society treat you so unfairly?”

She posed in front of the cameraman, her black dress revealing much of her oversized bosom. Implants, indeed. She must have gone to Dr. Slovak in Sweden. He was the only vampire plastic surgeon in existence, and for a large fee, he could help a vampire spend eternity looking young and beautiful. The reporter's implants had probably helped her nab one of the coveted jobs at AVC. The Digital Vampire Network was still fairly new and flooded each week with hundreds of hopeful vampires, each dreaming of being the next big star.

Looking around. " That sucked! " I groaned. They didn't laugh as I expecting them to or tease me. They all looked worried and pained. "Are you OK? Liam asked . " I'm alive but very sore that was painful shit." Liam then nodded helping me up. "Well birthday boy. You get to hunt your first immortal vampire . " he said . "Wait what ? I thought they are very rare ?" I replied.

I could see she was in the living room reading her usually thick book. Once I entered the house I bypassed mom and rushed to my room locking the door behind me before placing him on my bed. The vile was warm as I had held on to it a little too tightly in my hand. The blue brightness of it swirled as I looked at it before popping the top off. *here we go, cross your fingers we can trust him* Vampires and wolves were always at war with one another, we believed that they were the cause of the curse many moons ago, the curse that made all firstborns die after one single breath.

"You will disappear and will never go back so you don't dare die until you grow a soul and I can reincarnate you." We focused our attention on her as she held Gabriel and Raphael by the neck. They have no trace of wounds but you can see the weakness in them as if they have been fighting Syne for years. Is Syne really that powerful? "Wait, what?" Vanna said. "Vampires can grow a soul?" "Anyone can grow a soul," she replied. "Let's settle this Michael," she firmly said. "Just us and let's forget about the vampires. After all, it should only be between us."

He felt protective because he felt like it is his fault that he drew attention from them towards Dayanne's simple life. And he couldn't accept the thought of other vampires taking over this lady who's taking his senses away.

I heard the male vampire speak; he said, "That's it baby, but give me more. Fuck, you're so tight. I want to feel those fangs on my neck when you're done riding me, understood?" She nodded, tears pouring down her cheeks. She kept riding, her ass bouncing as she did so. Suddenly, she leaned forward after screaming in pleasure, wrapping her arms around him. The male vampire snarled out as she turned her head and sank her fangs into him with no hesitation.

There was no way, or at least no easy way, to permanently deactivate them. Although she was obviously weaker, Elara was not vulnerable. Even though she is suspicious as to why her trump card has failed, the now disheveled black-haired girl growls relentlessly, doing her best to resist the onslaughts of her enemies. Sam kicks her right where the bite marks are. A viscous brown liquid slowly trickles down the perforations. It was blood, but dead blood, a still blood. After all, before she was a vampire, she was human. Shandra frowns and watches Ezan and Caleb. Werewolves were born, but vampires were created?