Skyrim Vampire Khajiit Novels & Stories

"Young man, to tell you the truth, I'm Rijkaard, Divine King of the Divine Court. I'm chasing a fleeing member of the Blood Race, the so-called vampire. If I can't take her away, she may suck you dry." "Ah! Lord, I've heard of you for a long time!" Qin Haodong said with admiration, "I really didn't see any woman, let alone vampires. "Since she's so dangerous, please take her away as soon as possible. Or I won't dare to go out at night." Rijkaard was skeptical about his words, but he still couldn't feel vampires' aura after looking around the yard. Right at this moment, another two figures showed up. They were Alex, the Pontifex Maximus, and Valderrama.

I said to myself. Trixie turned and smashed her lips into chads and my eyes opened as kale laughed, “ A hybrid and a fairy. What else could go wrong?” Kale chuckled. ‘Did he just say a hybrid, that vampire wasn’t lying’ I looked at him and his eyes flashed between red and black. You got to be kidding me, fucking blood suckers. I heard the heavy sword dragging on the floor as Veronica walked towards Trixie, Trixie pushed Chad out of the way and expanded her whip hitting the floor.

They arrived well before the others and settled down far back into the trees, out of the sight and smell of any vampires below. Jarubu peered down between the pines. The only vampire he could see was Maier. The chieftain stood just outside the mine entrance, his sculpted face serene, his uncovered arms folded across his broad chest. Pale moonlight glinted off his long silver hair, which hung loose halfway down his back. Jarubu wished he could see inside Maier’s mind as clearly.

That was his signature and mode of feeding. With Vader and the other guards behind him, they proceeded into the Prison. Jaha was a cursed hybrid - a vampire and wizard. He was known as the first hybrid as his mother was a witch and his father, a Vampire. They had both died years later. With his special powers, Jaha grew up to be soul-hungry. He was the most dangerous and most dreaded VampLord - always inflicting pain, not just to the wolves, but to the vampires as well. He had been ruling over his father's coven - Rabid Shadow Coven - but that was never enough for him as he wanted to conquer all. He wanted every coven to be ruled by him and the rest of the VampLords out of the way.

Startled by the voice, I jolted forward and looked back only to see this lean-built guy with pale skin and dark red eyes standing behind me with a huge grin on his face. He had his black hair styled in a mohawk and wore a handless black jacket to match, making him look like your stereotypical biker gang member or something. But something was off about him. This guy's a... "Nimue, meet Loki. My vampire associate and contact in the southern district." Jin pointed at the man, his face expressionless as he let out a sigh.

I carefully guided her down the ramp stopping in front of Tylania and her giant. “Damn, that is a nice Harley.” The guy says. “Thanks, but what is your name? That way I can stop calling you giant in my mind.” I pointed out. “Oh god, I am sorry, this is Cahir. He is the beta of the Shadow Swamp pack and my mate. This is Kynessie.” Tylania squeaks.

- R H Y K E R "Captain of the White Knights, Akito Takeshi, Kai Takeshi and lastly the first commander of the army, Camélia Gran!" The guard announced, making me sigh in exasperation, I hate paperwork and if it's an urgent matter I should deal with it and solved it. My country is important to me, like my family and my girlfriend. There are three things that matter to me, I can't abandon one of them, it would represent death for me. "Your royal highness." They bowed down, I waved my hand and showed them where to seat. Akita stayed up while the commander and Kai sat down, lazy people.

"Let's see what they want first." The column stopped at the fortress gates. One vampire stepped forward—tall, silver-haired, with eyes the color of frozen blood. He looked up at us and smiled. "Hybrid," he called. "I've come with a message." "Then deliver it." "My name is Viktor. I served Seraphine for twelve hundred years. I watched you kill her. And now I'm here to offer you a choice." "What choice?" He gestured to the chained wolves. "These creatures refused to bend the knee to you. They stayed loyal to their true queen. They are traitors to your cause, and I offer them to you as a gift. Proof of my good faith."

The noble-man vampire was being welcomed by the owner of the slum. "Lord Ridfield, it is nice to see you. How can I help you?" asked Kashmir, a fat vampire who owns the slum with brown skin and a thick mustache like most men in one of the countries in Asia. The nobleman glanced at Michelle, the girl who was being dragged away by the two well-built vampires. "I want to bring this bitch back. She is no longer of use to me. Get me fresh cattle, under eighteen if possible."

For months, a shaky truce had held between the vampires and werewolves, forged in blood after centuries of war. Viktor, a tall vampire with sharp features and eyes like polished obsidian, stood guard outside the princess's chambers. His job was simple: protect Lira, the werewolf princess, at all costs. One slip, one breach of the peace, and the fragile agreement would shatter, dragging both races back into slaughter.