Skyrim Vampire Khajiit Novels & Stories

“There is another clan of vampire threatening my territory, and they need to be annihilated.” With a smile that made his scars uglier, he moved an inch and was already in front of Zheira, leaving a speck of dust from his former destination. Caressing her shoulders, he moved closer to her, their lips almost touching. “And, you’ll be the key, Zheira. I’ve been observing your ability and Alic’s couldn’t compare to yours.” His eyes bulged as thick saliva drooled out of his chapped lips. “W-what—”

Jade confessed immediately. "Blood was our bond. Our solemn vow and promise to the hood and when, if that promise is ever broken, blood is also the way to end it. This—" His voice rose, spitting in her face and inching closer. "This is why we kill" In a split second, he dug the knife into her. Jade. And it took more than just a while to process what had just happened. I couldn't even believe as she fell into my arms. I looked into Fox's eyes full and dark with vengeance as his guys drew closer.

His eyes resembled those of a wild reptile and burned with green fire. “What are you?” I hissed, taking a cautious step toward him. “Dearon… He's Dahak…” Kaira's weak voice sounded. “The Dark… Demon.” I locked my eyes on hers and saw how terrified she was. The creature inside Jarith's body looked over his shoulder and snorted. “Thanks for the introduction, love.” I growled at the endearment. It sounded like something that could have slipped through Jarith's lips, but the voice that said it was soaked in darkness and filled with venom.

I stood up almost immediately alert, with a wood in my hand, “Who are you? How did you know me? Who sent you?!” He looked up at me. He didn't say a word at first. He took a cup from his side and drank from it, slowly and unbothered. When he was done, he replied, “Let me reintroduce myself,” I narrowed my eyes at him, “Hello, Princess Kyra Dew. I am Smith, a warrior from the Moonshine pack, and your late father's apprentice. I have been searching for you for so long”.

his voice lowered at the memory haunting him. “what happend next?” I said feeling breathless.His eyes didn’t smile, they went cold “Then the illusion cracked. The smell of flowers turned to the scent of a week-old corpse. So I cut it down and behind it, the shadows parted and Zaahir Stepped forward and blocked my part” A shiver went down my spine, this was terrifyingly interesting. “He was an Ifrit of the old world, towering, his skin the color of cooled lava, bronzed armour and eyes like two dying suns with spiral horns on his head”

“You should ask Amy. All I know is that we need to perform three cleansings over three days on you and your friend, in order to rid you guys of all your parasites without leaving an open wound. Then, you can come into the Manor, and we can perform the ritual to unchain Ku— the shadow.” He narrowed his eyes. “You had a name for it.” “I call him Kujo.” He tried not to laugh and failed. “Oh, right! Like Stephen King’s novel Cujo!” “Well, he’s big and angry and dangerous like a rabid Saint Bernard, right?” “Right!” He laughed heartedly a moment longer. “Sorry. You’re just full of surprises, young lady.” “Go figure, old man.” He elbowed me, laughing out loud again. When he calmed down, he took an

“Aside from your injury, you look well for someone trapped for six years.” The Knight turned to look at the one Dhume had addressed. Vasik wore the robes of a Kulavaar, with a striking black head topped with impressive horns. He was looking at Andric approvingly. “I recognized the spell, Knight, though I have only encountered it once before, but I was able to release you. Who cast it?” Sir Andric looked at the pile of rubble around him. It did look considerably more weathered. He nodded toward the mound to his left. “His name was Kayse. He told me he was an apprentice to the Kulavaar.”

I say quietly, fighting the urge to go suck what's left dry. I don't wait for them to say anything and run off to where I smell the blood. I see a woman braced against the side of the building and two puncture wounds on her neck. There's a vampire, her blood still smells fresh. That's when I felt a knife enter my waist from someone behind me. I turn to see a vampire, blood staining his mouth. He takes one look in my eyes and his widen in fear. "Dhampir," he says scared.

said Raven. “If that place absorbed your ability, you will definitely be able to revive the witch who kills,” said Damon. “She’s the powerful one and scary.” “She’s really alive because while my Katana was stuck in her chest, she sat down and looked at me,” said Raven. “The two on their knees. Did you meet them?” Kyra asked. “I mean, did you see their faces?” “No, Kyra. They are secure not to see their faces,” said Damon. “I can’t understand why that hooded man always pushes me away when the enemy is strong. When you needed my help,” said Kyra.

As soon his large palm was done warming my petite ones, Javier squatted down, giving me a déjà vu feeling as the day at the cemetery. “Get on, wife.” he let out, calling me something he never even called me before. I couldn’t even protest even if I wanted to. I just couldn’t. “Do you know the way to my district?” I fiercely said, after recovering from my daze. “You can describe it to me, mate. I’m a vampire, I’m familiar with the mappings of Cithara, trust me.” “Cithara?!” I widened my eyes on how he knew our districts’ first name. “How do you even know that?”