Secret Vampire Book Novels & Stories

I wanted to argue, to scream at him, to tear away from him, but the truth was that his words sank deep into my soul, gnawing at me like a relentless ache. I had always told myself that I wasn’t like him—that I wouldn’t let the darkness take me like it had taken so many others. But it was taking me, piece by piece, and Viktor was the one leading me into it. “No,” I whispered, barely audible, the words thick with shame. “I’m not like you. I’m not like them.” He pulled back just enough to look at me, his dark eyes narrowing. “Then why do you feel the thrill of it, Sabrina? Why do you crave the power? Why do you feel alive when you kill? Tell me you don’t feel it—the rush, the heat in your veins

Book 2: Random Wetness: Blurb: What would you do if, in the middle of a wild party, just trying to dance your heartbreak away over a colleague you secretly crave, then a stranger grabbed you from behind, bent you over so fast and started fucking. Just when you wanted to raise your voice, you started enjoying the pleasure….you leaving you too weak to stand? Yeah. That happened to me. Crushing on the dangerously handsome Kaelon Draven, who doesn’t even know I exist, has driven me to some very reckless choices: Like hiring a smug love doctor to cure my obsession. Like disguising myself as a man just to land a job in his company.

We all have secrets. The first real secret I ever had began when I was nine years old. I’m not talking about when someone tells you something and you keep it to yourself—it’s more like when you know something or have seen something that no one else has, and telling someone about it takes away from your pleasure, from your secret. Now, I’m not going to talk about my secret eleven years ago. I’m going to talk about my biggest secret of all time. Back when I was sixteen years old.

Taz turn on a small torchlight which he had taken along with him before sneaking inside the sacred library. Every book in the library was about the blood moon beast. Despite the alikeness of all the books, there was a particular one that caught Taz's attention. It was a grey book with ancient inscriptions. He pulled it out, dusted it and hid it inside his garment and hurried out of the hidden room. Unknown to Taz, as he walked out of the room through the secret door and out of the library, the secret room disappeared and there was no secret library there anymore.

"You idiot! You appear to be portraying your secretary as more important than me, your girlfriend—" "She is, and for the record, Ex-girlfriend, you're now part of my exes, so stop bothering me with your shits!" Declan had already put down his phone, despite the fact that the woman was about to answer him, but Declan didn't give her even a second's notice because he was annoyed by the girl's voice. Declan averted his gaze when he heard Lucifer's voice. The twin caught his attention as he walked with it. "We'd gotten the blood, and the man earlier had a few companions who donated blood for free."

“Is that—is that—blood?” He asked with a shaky voice. “Blood? No.” She muttered, suddenly getting the idea to compel him. She had never done it before and didn’t know if it would work, but she had to try. She couldn’t have her brother know that she was a vampire. So, moving at super speed, she closed the gap between them and placed both hands on his shoulders. He let out another screeching scream, his eyes widening with horror as he attempted to get to his heels.

He wanted to reach his dreams no matter what life brought his way. “We are supernatural. I read about other creatures, dummies.” He joked. “Ha, ha, ha.” Elijah laughed. “Please, can we concentrate? I hate doing this.” Beckham affirmed. “Sure. I will take that,” Colby took the thick book with a black leather cover and a gold star drawn in front of it. “It doesn't have an author.” He recognized it when he grasped the book. “Are we into vampire or witch hunting?” Beckham grumbled.

It wasn’t some printed or typed book—it was handwritten in an old book. And Alex, I slightly read through, so you knew the book was written like the author was telling her life story or experience. “Ray, the book has no copy. It was written in an old book, and it had all the histories of werewolves and vampires and supernatural creatures all together.” Ray seemed to understand everything now. There was a mystery about Kehlani Richardson, Anthony’s sister, and that book would help them uncover how the Blood for Power Ritual works and it may help them in stopping Duke before he succeeds in the ritual.

They didn’t need to know just how sadistic a creature their daughter bartered me to was. When they discovered the doctor who tended to my fake abortion and reinstatement of virginity status was my grandfather’s deceased brother, their brows were raised, but they didn’t seem surprised to hear he was a vampire. Once again, I was discovering one of the many secrets they’d kept from me while growing up.

One volume called to her like a whisper against bone: *The Greater Veil: Finer Threads of Dominion* She pulled it free. The book was heavier than the black tome from her father’s library, its cover bound in something that looked like polished shadow-leather, warm to the touch. She opened it carefully. The first pages spoke of layered commands, of weaving intent so precisely that the dead obeyed without resistance, of turning even the strongest-willed undead into extensions of the caster’s will. Raven’s breath caught. She looked up at Victoria. Victoria read the title over her shoulder, then met Raven’s gaze. She squeezed Raven’s hand once—firm, reassuring—and nodded.