Sonic Vampire Novels & Stories

I gave myself what I hoped was a reasonable distance from the car before I dared to turn back for a single moment. The car's interior light was flickering, illuminating a truly gruesome sight. Soren, in his full lycan form—a massive, powerful beast of muscle and fur and fury—was surrounded by multiple vampires I could barely count. They were trying to swarm him, to hold him down to the ground, but he was utterly relentless. He moved with a brutal, terrifying grace, ripping limbs from bodies and cracking necks with sharp, sickening snaps. The vampires on the ground twitched and struggled, their bodies already trying to regenerate from the horrific damage.

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.

Devin sighed and gave me a pity look. “He’ll come around.” He assured me. “In the meantime, it’s a beautiful day and the sun is up. You wanna go for a walk?” he asked and shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal, only if he knew what he just did. He just invited a vampire for a walk, in the sun. Good thing I’m a day lighter. “Sure.” I said and stood up from the chair I was seated. “So, what do you wanna talk about?” He asked swinging his arms beside him while staring at my face making me a little more uncomfortable than I already am.

Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curiosity getting the best of him. Melia arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to tell you that," she replied firmly, her voice as cool as a winter breeze.

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

Vampires take advantage of their outstanding appearance to kill countless innocent people, extremely scary. "So what? Don't scare me, I'm no ordinary vampire." Selina spoke up, one eye turned red. Vampires that can turn one eye into a combat state are powerful vampires. Son now returns, he finds Selina talking with a man. Son smiled and walked over. "Sorry, you're bothering my sister." Son warned, the strong scent of the vampire warned the other man, if he continues to not leave, Son will not forgive. The man sensed an extremely powerful vampire appear, he was also the brother of this charming female vampire. He quickly realized the situation, a smile appeared on his lips.

Silas had given them the authority to strike decisively, and Nixon's team, armed with knowledge and cunning, infiltrated vampire hideouts like phantoms in the night. The first strike unfolded in silence, a ballet of precision as the squads breached the perimeters. Silas's fighters engaged with the vampires, their moves a choreography of supernatural prowess, claws, and fangs meeting with lethal precision. Nixon's team, adept at exploiting the supernatural vulnerabilities of their enemies, incapacitated the bloodsuckers with swift and surgical efficiency.

Vic, the ruthless vampire leader, led his bloodthirsty cohorts through the streets, leaving devastation in their wake. Vic, his eyes glinting crimson in the sunlight, reveled in the pandemonium he unleashed. His voice, commanding and cold, echoed through the tumultuous scene. "Behold, my minions! The time has come to assert our dominance over these feeble humans. Let their screams be the symphony of our triumph!"

I asked, breaking the silence. Nico didn't say anything at first, just very reluctantly released his arms from around me and gently grabbed my hands with his own. His eyes had almost returned to how they normally were, which I guess was a good sign. He cleared his throat. "Yeah. I'm fine," He began, not sounding too sure of himself, "It was just a nightmare." His words caught me by surprise. I had learned that vampires rarely if ever had dreams let alone nightmares. "Oh," I paused for a second, noticing how he was absentmindedly rubbing the top of my hands with his thumbs, "Do you want to talk about it?"

We both laughed and played in the water, but I couldn't take my eyes off the pink color of her bra showing through her white t-shirt. I quickly took off my tank top, which surprised her. "Senpai, what are you doing? Why are you suddenly undressing?" I just laughed and approached her. "So that you can have a better view of my body." She gave me a dirty look, and I was about to playfully punch her hand. "Look," I placed her hand on my chest and looked into her eyes. "You're so cold," she said, and I smiled. "Well, what can I say? I'm a vampire." She shook her head and gently touched the scar on my chest, clearly visible over my heart.