Sonadow Vampire Novels & Stories

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

“What can I get you, sir?” “I’ll take a Bloody Mary.” The bartender grabs a glass and some of the bottles that are nearby and starts the drink. Like the drop of a hat something comes over me. “You know what,” I slide the tray fully back onto the counter, “I will take a drink. Surprise me; just make sure it’s strong.” My head jerks in Maxwell’s direction, “And I have a feeling that he would love his drink to be extra bloody and maybe a Victoria instead of a Mary. Marys seem too uptight,” I interrupt. What kind of vampire can drink Bloody Marys anyways? Is the bartender in on his secret and he adds a little something extra to it when no one’s looking?

Tom blinked, the speed at which the vampire moved stunned and confused him. “You were right Suzanne, I am a vampire.,” the vampire’s voice startled Suzanne. He had allowed his voice to change and to deepen, it resonated with his incredibly long life and Suzanne could feel the power of it. It greatly intimidated her, but she would not let him know. She stared at him, her gaze deadly.

Suddenly a voice sounded through the music "Shut up and stay in your seats! Then a figure jumped from above an iron bar with the grace of a feline to the ground. Slowly Soraia rose majestically with her claws and fangs exposed and her now vampire eyes gleaming thirstily. Phrases like -I attended her funeral. God, how is this possible? But what is she? The wolves stared incredulously through the windows; after all, few of them knew Soraia's real condition. -Quiet!" she ordered, and they all fell silent. Julio Cesar smiled. -Let the party begin. From that moment on, the only sounds heard were screams of horror, grotesque laughter, and blood splashing everywhere. And when one person And when on

he explains. "Ah, perhaps that's why our father keeps looking for a pure-blooded female vampire so that he can have a pure-blooded daughter, but unfortunately for him, he had four sons," he explained. Really? Can he marry his sister? Is that really how the vampires live? "Please don't get mad at me, but I just want to ask. Why is Sir Darenn's mother mortal?" When I asked him, he sipped his drink before responding. "Aunt Rose is my father's first love," he explained.

The elder vampire turned around, with the gun still in his hand, and pulled the trigger. Mason's eyes widened and he gasped as the vervain bullet pierced through his skin and became lodged in his chest. He staggered back and fell to the ground, unmoving. Harley screamed as Demitri pulled the trigger two more times to triple the dosage of vervain; making it impossible for Mason to break through.

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?”

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

"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