Serial Killers Vampire Novels & Stories

I averted my eyes and looked at the sun. "They can do everything they want by the time they stop time." He added. "They are called monsters because of their ability. They can kill when time stops. Many are afraid of them so they are killed." He looked at me. "Gredator also has vampire blood. Blood of a strong vampire is needed to be a gredator." He said as he turned to look at me. I swallowed at what he said. "The other graders don't do anything to them but why do they want to kill all the graders?" I asked.

"Why have me sign that contract and stay here?" Federico couldn't tell Hailey the truth—that he believed he may carry his chosen blood. That's what made her special. Every vampire had their own unique chosen blood—blood that was more flavorful and powerful to that vampire. The odds of finding the exact carrier were incredibly low. That's why as soon as Federico suspected Hailey might contain his chosen blood, he had insisted she stay by his side. But Federico couldn't just keep Hailey as a blood pet—not in this day and age. With social media and how much more advanced police gadgets had gotten, that would almost certainly lead to mortals uncovering the truth about the existence of vampires.

“It was your father's. Your mum and your dad wore matching bracelets but before your parents died, they gave you hers. And we got this from your dad's dead body.” “Who killed them?” I asked with tears full in my eyes ready to pour down. She hesitated, breathing in. “The vampires. They killed them when the Hunters and vampires had a serious war.” “So Lucian?” “He was the leader of the pack.” I broke into tears. “Crying will not solve the problem. Action will. So help us destroy him or die being his ally.” I looked at them, searching their eyes for answers to who I truly am and all I saw was hunger for vengeance.

the not so silent hunter chimed in with an eye-roll. “Don't let the movies fool you honey, those depraved bastards are pure evil from the depths of hell. But ole Hollywood did get something right,” he continued, stroking that stubbled chin of his. “The vampires are rich, sophisticated and alluring. But most of all, they are beautiful liars. The most charming of all manipulative assholes to ever exist. They put even the worst of all sociopaths and narcissists combined.” “It sounds to me like you hold grudge against them,” Ru spoke up once again.

The pain in her throat was so terrible that she coughed up blood after answering the question: "Yes, sir..." Humans call Vampires the devil from hell, but it is humans who are the evil devils.

She glared at them. “Who are you?” One of the vampires snickered. “You haven't heard about the slayer. I'm Marissa.” Marissa rushed toward them, pulling out her blade from her sheath. She kicked one of them before burying the blade in his heart. She pulled it out and rushed toward the next vampire, she snapped his neck and buried a steak in his heart, and he burst into flames. Marissa was panting while those vampires who were alive surrounded her, she hastily pulled out two guns, and shot them. Wooden bullets. They dropped to the ground before bursting into flames, she moved toward the other vampire who was struggling to get on his feet after she had cut through him with her blade. She stabb

When Red asked why our identification laces differed from the other students, I told him that we were scholars. Actually, aside from Red and me, I no longer see any other mortals. During the first week of the school year, I saw some mortal students here, but after a few weeks, I observed that they had already started to vanish. Vampires are incredibly skilled at killing their victims, and no one will be able to determine the cause of death. "I'll just get some ice cream," red said, and I agreed. We both make our way to the canteen's freezer, and he takes a step back when he opens it.

Waylan murmured when one vampire attacked her. But when Waylan fights back for her life, she just cries and let the vampire suck her blood. But she was suddenly got shocked when someone hold her hand while pulling her away from that vampire. And for the second time around she sees Zeal in a vampire form but too weak and the wound from his stomach is still there that's why Waylan got confused because all she knows is vampires can heal their wounds. 'How can you stop me from killing that human who causes all this! And even you! If not because of you! this won't happen!" said the vampire who attacks Waylan in anger.

“I’m not a serial killer!” I just gave him a look that said Really? Are you sure? “Okay,” he conceded, “technically yes, all vampires could be considered serial killers. But to be fair, we weren’t always, at least not while we were still human, and we have to in order to live.” “Oh really? You have to kill them to live, or just drink their blood? Are you sure you don’t enjoy hunting humans?” “You have a point, I’ll give you that. But we aren’t evil. At least, most of us aren’t. Generally speaking, we don’t kill for sport,” he defended himself.

She got up and paced to the middle of the room, then turned around to face her friends. “The victims have all been couples with their throats slashed. Plus, lots of their blood was missing. The cops think there are two killers and that they’re collecting the blood for some reason, maybe a satanic ritual.” Leesa and Cali looked at each other. Missing blood sent their minds careening in the same direction—vampires! This was not good. Not good at all. Leesa’s fingers started dancing in her hair, which she had gathered over the front of her right shoulder.