Sonadow Vampire Novels & Stories

AVA'S POV “For a queen you are, you're getting a bit too comfortable with these humans,” Rowan whispered, his breath tickling my skin and his voice husky and laced with a hint of warning. My gaze narrowed, eyes flashing red with a hint of danger as I took in his words. “And what makes you think so, my love?” I purred, my voice dripping with sweetness as my fingers trailed his bare chest down below to his hard member. Of course we were lying naked in all our glory, skin flawless yet had a pale color to it, and this was absolutely normal being vampires.

The dangerous undertone of her shrill voice aside, I was gobsmacked by the sudden replacement of Sylvia’s eyes with red pools of blood. Nova pushed forward and growled furiously, “Why didn’t you inform me earlier that Sylvia is a vampire?”

She bared her fangs as Sonia's mouth solidified into a snarling muzzle. She had completely transformed. Sonia paced in front of them, a huge red wolf. Even on four paws, she was taller than Arabella. She inched closer to them, not taking her eyes off of Lavinia. "Easy, Sonia," Arabella warned. "I don't want to hurt you." "Like you even could," growled Sonia. "You vampires like to think you have so much power. You're just the fastest to infiltrate and feed off of the competition. The most palatable monster. But you know nothing of actual power."

As the moon hung high in the night sky, Usopp, the malevolent vampire leader, reveled in the success of their ruthless assault. Amidst the chilling silence that followed, Usopp stood tall, his eyes gleaming with a sinister satisfaction. The town's transformation into a breeding ground for vampires had been swift and efficient, with almost hundreds of newly turned creatures now under Usopp's command. His laughter, sharp and cruel, cut through the night as he addressed his vampiric comrades. "Well done, my brethren! Tonight, we have not only claimed this town but bolstered our ranks with warriors ready to fight against the werewolves when the time comes. The scent of bloodshed lingers in the a

Julian emerges first—pale, elegant in tailored black, fangs gleaming, eyes crimson with hunger. Behind him, the vampire army—hundreds strong, capes billowing though no wind blows, shadows clinging like living cloaks. Some old—Victorian elegance. Some new—modern tactical gear over immortal skin. All deadly. **Julian (bowing slight, voice smooth as silk, smile sharp):** “Storm Queen. Your call echoes in every vein of the night. The Bathory Covenant answers. The horde is yours.” The battle ignites. Swarm charges—tendrils whipping, beasts leaping in waves, gravity pockets warping bullets mid-flight.

"It's not easy from the start because I'm a werewolf, and he's a vampire. We're both from different worlds but then love connected us. It was love that brought us here. Who would have thought that this could ever happen? The peculiar love between a werewolf and a vampire continues to bloom forever and ever." Cassandra closed her journal and put her pen down. "Mommy!" her bubbly five years old son yelled while her husband was chasing after him. Cassandra looked at her treasures and smiled. She couldn't wish for more because she has them in her life: her Sebastian and their son, Apollo. THE END

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

“I’d rather embrace death than let that man lay a finger on me.” Those were the last words I hurled at him before darkness claimed me.

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.