Sonadow Vampire Novels & Stories

But this useless vampire in his presence. Anger burned in Brandon's chest until his body was about to transform into wolf form again. "I said, give me my son." Brandon replied coldly. The anger he was trying to hide slowly rose to the surface, boiling in his chest and head. However, Damon still gave Brandon a dismissive look. "Just so you know, your son is already my prisoner. I can do anything to him. I smell great power in him and will use it to rebuild my kingdom." "You bastard!" cursed Brandon and in that instant part of his body had turned into a half-wolf. "I'm asking for the last time, but if you still refuse, then I'll make sure that mouth of yours is sealed shut forever."

No vampire is a match against the sun - Sajida the Shunned said it best. After the loud, agonizing, ear-splitting screams that came from deep in his throat, the burning flesh was next. His arm looked like someone was pouring acid slowly over his skin, how it burned and seared. It began to smoke, his arm. And after the smoke and the burns and the screams, his wailing became animalistic; it sounded like a screeching bird or a monster's scream. It didn't sound human; no human was capable of screaming this way. This was the vampiric layer of himself - the "monster" inside him that he kept concealed with feeding. The sun's power was so great, the raw, pure vampire in him was seeping through his h

“Don’t you think you should be asking what Vanessa and the rowdy world of werewolves have done to your daddy?” My face heated as I turned back to Candido. Then, I noticed something odd about his face. He was pale. His eyes were hazy, but his skin rippled unnaturally like water. There was a darkness peeking out from under his collar and seemingly growing up his neck. I swallowed and approached him slowly. He growled and shifted underneath the wall of magic keeping him to the ground. I reached through it as if it didn’t exist to touch his shoulder. I found it wet, and my hands were stained red. I looked down to his gloved hand and realized that it wasn’t gloved. It was just black.

“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.

The alert cry cut through the air, interrupting the intimate moment between Sam and Shandra. All eyes quickly turned towards the source of the sound, and the group stood up urgently, ready to face the imminent attack. In the midst of the darkness, fast and agile silhouettes emerged, moving skillfully among the trees. Shandra could feel their energies, the spiritual auras that surrounded them... It smelled like death, blood, and lust. They were... "Vampires," she whispered, rising to her feet.

I let out another gasp as the realisation of who I was with dawned on me. He was a vampire! Oh my goodness! Was this real? I pinched my cheeks hard so I could wake up from whatever dream I was in. But I was awake. Right in front of a vampire who gasped for breath. I stared at him as my bottom lip trembled. Watching him gasp for air like that perturbed me. Was he dying? According to the movies I'd watched, vampires were immortal beings who only got killed by the sun or some poisonous plant named vervain.

"Do you know them?" Dante asked Dae in an emotionless tone reading papers of business. "No, I don't. " Dae answered. "The big man came to get the little one and they wanted to give me some...companion." "Fine. Do you like it, the companion?" "..." Without having an answer, Dante didn't ask more and continued to mind his own business. The little Dae looked out the window counting the raindrops. It seemed that he was enjoying more the silence.

“So wet for me. You’re going to take my cock so prettily.” I was slowly climbing to the peak of my climax, biting down on my lip to muffle the sounds of my sobs. “Fuuck…Sir…more…please….” Sebastian’s eyes flashed that gold again, and I blinked in confusion as he lowered his head down to my cleavage, pushing the strap of my bra down my arm. My legs shook, drool ran down the side of my mouth, the only sounds coming out of my throat were soft, punched out moans. I was so close. Just a little bit more—

“It's way more than that. We have: Moonfeast: Once a month, the village gathers beneath the Bloodwell. Goblets overflow with mortal blood, and the air fills with haunting music played on bone flutes and silver strings and the blood is shared one by one. The Claiming: A ritual where vampires mark chosen humans as theirs, lovers, thralls, or prey. Possession is both power and devotion. The most terrifying of them all. The Eternal Silence: A law forbidding loud laughter, music, or mortal-like festivity. Joy, if it exists here, is quiet, dangerous, and always tinged with hunger. Where are we, in prison?” “Okayyyy… That's wayyyy worse than I imagined. I won't even survive one week here. How do yo

†—†—†—† She'd let them bathe her when they insisted they would, she'd let them defile her face with heavy makeup but this, she wasn't going to do. "I'm not going to fucking wear that! No way!" She pointed at the skimpy one piece white chiffon skirt complimented with an equally despicable crop top that said 'bunny', that could barely cover her breast if she wore them. Not to even talk of the pink g–stringed pant that covered just her front. Was he planning on pimping her? This vampire dude was surely out of his mind. "His majesty wouldn't like that. He's given his orders, which was to wear you this."