Sonadow Vampire Novels & Stories

Sweat trickled down his forehead. Syvan took a deep breath. “Daylen,” he called out softly. The moon god raised his eyes to glance at him. Averting his gaze from the stars to make out the vampire’s appearance. Syvan’s hair was messy, his deep eyes gazing at him as though he was some priceless treasure. His lips stretched into a friendly smile. “I’m here,” the vampire let out sweetly.

Alessia will not casually spill Federico's secret of being an immortal vampire to anyone—let alone the dumb mortal girl who dares to force herself into Federico's home. But Federico does not nod or even look grateful at Alessia. In fact, his brow is beginning to droop low—almost as if he is displeased. "Hailey is my possession. You are not break what is mine," Federico replies. Alessia laughs without any joy. "You can find another servant to replace her. She isn't worth keeping when she's already so defective." Then Federico does the unimaginable. He walks up to Hailey and grabs her by the wrist. The poor, idiot girl startles, but Federico has supernatural strength—one of the perks of being

After that, everything blurred. I forced myself to focus, taking in my surroundings properly. My sister’s room. I recognized it even through the haze. Then the door opened, and three women walked in. My twin sister. Ruby’s stepsister. Isolde — my supposed fiancée. I tried to move, tried to speak. Nothing. My body wouldn’t obey me. What the hell are they planning? “Are you sure he’s weak?” Ruby’s stepsister asked, circling closer. “I’m a hundred percent sure,” my sister answered. “No matter how powerful a vampire is, wolfsbane poison will bring him down. And Father already bound our souls together since we’re twins — he can’t fight it. He can’t do a thing.”

But, something was wrong with it. Theo could sense it as they shared domains of power, Shadows were the Shifter version of Vampires after all. They were connected in their own way. Theo suddenly snarled, violent and angry making Sonya jump. I just watched him with a steady gaze, waiting until he was ready. He hissed again. "Jordon." A scream echoed the halls. Rose's scream.

Once I drained the underling's body of blood I quickly snapped his neck and broke it, letting his limp and lifeless form drop against the ground. I turned to see Dante about to finish off the other young vampire when Quinton howled the most frightening sound I had ever heard in my life. Before I knew it I was flat on my back and Quinton was over top of me, his large clawed hand around my throat squeezing so hard that if I had been a mortal it would have killed me. He snarled, dripping saliva onto my face. "Bitch, you will pay for killing my son." His canines were long and so thick. Even as I struggled underneath him, I had no doubts that I was about to die. He opened his mouth completely and

After generations of Vampire to the present time Vampire was no longer afraid of the sun, they could also walk during the day, but the operating time was mostly night. Phoebe Robert Vampire is a hybrid of man and Vampire, her mother was human because of her love for her father and she was born. Born at a time when Vampire is disregarded, even if it is a hybrid Vampire, the characteristics of a Vampire are still very clear and no different from purebreds.

“What? Of course not, I love David. I would never do anything to hurt him.” Candice took a long look at Kayden Edwards. A hundred-year-old vampire with a mop of black hair and deep blue eyes that felt like seduction itself. He was tall and of average build. She could see a glimpse of why her brother was so obsessed with this vampire. He was a sexual magnet.

To the south, the Obsidian Coven stood with their frost-tipped weapons raised, a wall of pale, unmoving death. Madox stepped forward from the wolf lines, his black claws grinding the granite dust into powder. At the exact same fraction of a second, Lady Cynthia Bathory glided forward from the vampire vanguard, her iridescent violet eyes flashing with a terrifying malice as the coiling liquid tendrils of her sanguimancy hissed around her fingers. They stopped at the very edge of the white stone circle, flanking the lovers from opposite sides.

“Alright, you ridiculous man. Yes.” Adonis leapt down gracefully, grinning like a boy as he offered her his arm. Far from their laughter, however, shadows crept through the swamps. Thomas’s scouts moved silently through Vera’s territory, eyes sharp for wards or sentries. One scout—a lean vampire named Celine—signaled for the others to halt as she crouched low in the water. “Do you feel that?” she whispered. The air was thick, heavy with the metallic tang of blood and something darker—burnt sage, and a faint echo of chanting.

“You don’t have to be ashamed if you need my help.” A few moments later, Ingrid arrived with Selene. In Ingrid’s hand was a small glass bottle filled with a dark red liquid. “I figured as much,” said Ingrid, holding out the bottle. Lucas took the bottle. “What’s this?” “Fresh deer blood,” Ingrid replied. “Young vampires usually find it easier to learn self-control using animal blood.” Lilith immediately stepped back. “I can’t do this, Ingrid. I can’t anymore...”