Sonadow Vampire Novels & Stories

He released her neck and ran his long fingernail along her cheek. “But the plan worked pretty well, nonetheless.” “What do you want from me?” Syanna cried. “I have done nothing to you people.” “People?” He threw his head back with a laugh before meeting her eyes again. “I’m no person, Tarrio. I’m a Vechi vampire, and we finally have you.” For the umpteenth time today, tears rolled down Syanna’s cheek as she struggled against his iron grip. “What will you do to me?” she asked.

With his high and precise cheekbones, a strong jaw and a broad shoulder and chest, his presence made the air around him feel heavier. Two more vampires followed behind him, boots clicking on the tile floor, spreading to their seats without a word. Everyone knew who Damon Voss was. Son of Lord Alaric Voss, the vampire heir who would rule the world one day. Damon's friends had a reputation for bullying shifters. No one dared to cross them on campus. Nobody looked at their way. Nobody spoke. Piper pressed her lips shut so fast it was almost funny. But I looked. I always looked at Damon Voss, and I never understood why. For some reason, something about him felt familiar. Not safe. Not warm. Just

Richard approached her and he rubbed her head trying to calm her down. “Relax, Sonya. I won’t hurt you. I just want to mate you, so you can deliver a birth of a heir for me or if you are too stubborn, I could take your blood and create my own soldiers from the blood of wolf and vampires…” He beamed and hypnotized Sonya with his shining dark blue eyes. Sonya heard the bumping sounds from some of the locked chambers along the corridor. Some of those vampires bumped themselves to push the locked door and open it.

We were immediately welcomed with the familiar smell of alcohol and God knows what, I scrunch my nose in disgust and pushed my way past a bunch of drunk teens, trust me it wasn't easy. Sophia squeals and quickly walked up the marble stairs to Daniel's house, which one would consider gorgeous, but mine was bigger, I'm not bragging though. I sighed and sluggishly walked up the stairs behind Sophia and Cassie. I instantly regretted why I agreed to coming as soon as I got in, I could have been home in my bean bag chair eating chocolate from my candy pot while watching my favorite series Teen Wolf. I stepped inside with Sophia following her to the bar, I see a few wolves playing beer pong and som

He stated quietly, taking another step towards me. I barely had any time to react to that before he bent down a bit and cupped my cheek with one his hands. I instinctively leaned into his hand. His face had turned serious. "I know you've been through this before, but the vampires working there are always different and you never know what to expect." He paused for a second, moving the collar of the hoodie to make sure that the mark on my neck was visible, "If what you said is true, be sure to make this as visible as possible at all times."

She gestured with his hand, creating a projector like screen in front of them and pulled up a picture of Steven, sitting on the sofa with Jordon. Damon stared at the picture of a pitiful looking vampire, silently watching as Clary started pulling picture after picture up of miserable, ill-looking mixed blood, describing what he was seeing as he stared at the screen. He forgot about his drink as he watched the gallery of misery roll before his eyes.

The sentinels exchanged glances, unsure of how to respond. Just then, a figure emerged from the shadows behind the sentinels. It was Aradmus, the vampire lord, who had sensed the intrusion. His piercing gaze locked onto Veronica, and a sly grin spread across his face. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "A brave werewolf is trespassing in my domain. How delightful." Veronica knew she had to choose her words carefully. "I have no quarrel with you," she replied, her voice unwavering. "I am here for my husband, and I won't leave without him."

And killing Belinda had never felt so good. Brandon finally jerked awake from his sleep. His eyes were bloodshot and he could still see the image of his dead brother's face. He rubbed his eyes and pushed himself from his seat. He needed blood. Moving slowly, he staggered down the stairs that led to the basement. He grabbed the keys from his pants and struggled to open the locked metal door. His hands shook and his fangs elongated, red veins appearing at the corners of his eyes. He needed blood now! The door fell open and he staggered into the dim basement. There were twelve young human girls gagged and chained to the wall. The girls looked pale and gaunt, after having most of their bloods su

Swinging my urumi in rapid circles, I cut into the outer layers of bloodsuckers, but as fast as the thin steel blades flay out pieces of undead flesh leaving dark magic flames to consume them, new vampires are porting in, all of them hellbent on getting to Sylvia. The shrieks of the burning pierce the air accompanied by cries of victory from my other sisters as their own battles end and they emerge into the center of the house, enraged and lusting for more. Six of us strike at ground level trying to get to Sylvia, with Jenny still covering us from above, but in the end, she’s overwhelmed. The filthy bloodsucker who gets to her—a dark-haired smokey-eyed male wearing casual clothes and a black

I gasped. “A vampire can’t take a little fire? Drop the act, Sonia.” Three years ago, Stefan forced me to take a drug. It was the only reason I could conceive his child. Otherwise, how could a vampire give birth like a human? I was Sonia Warhammer, a vampire queen. I blacked out on the bed, but Stella woke me by pouring scalding water over me. Stefan was gone. “If sunlight can’t burn your skin, maybe boiling water can! You think I didn’t see you throwing yourself at my husband? Vixen!”