Soul Vampire Novelas e Histórias

My head was already beginning to ache, but I nodded along regardless. “Perhaps ironically, we as vampires believe in the power of the soul. The soul, as we believe, is carried through the mortal body in the blood. The Light Vampires take this blood from willing victims only. This imbues us with the power of the day: we may walk among humankind, and our powers lie in our abilities to conceal ourselves amongst the living. The Daywind Vampyres embody the dawn, the sun, the morning, and the day.” “And the Dark Vampires?” I asked nervously, certain that her answer would disturb me.

Why mate the girl to a creature of more than a thousand years of age? “Are you sure he is the one?” She asked, not entirely believing the whole story. For all she knew, the man had compelled Ava’s feelings towards him. And worse, vampires don’t really have souls and their hearts were blackened with hate and fury. So, how is it possible that one of them should be a mate to one of her favorite people?

Nate abruptly stopped reading, massaging his temples thinking that he was too mature to believe in such ridiculous tales; nevertheless he continued, hoping to find answers that could help shed some light on things he himself could not explain clearly. “It was said that all souls were set free to roam the earth on this holy night of the dead, returning to their eternal resting place at the crack of dawn, but a soul with a vengeance, a link or a chain bounding them to the land of the living may never find its way back into the gates of the afterlife…. Now what the hell does that mean? Are they saying a bunch of dead people usually wakes up on Peter Pak but if they have unfinished business they

He heard them again—murmuring just beyond the glass. “Compatibility is confirmed across all physiological markers.” “So why does the subject reject the bond?” “Perhaps the soul has not surrendered. Force will be necessary.” But something inside him snapped. His closed eyes glowed from within. And then—explosion. The glass cracked. Then shattered. A shockwave burst out, jolting Frankenstein and his underlings to full alert. Dryad launched from the chamber—eyes still blind, but glowing with wild, ancient power. He dived for his shield, half-buried beside a moss-covered statue, and snapped it onto his arm as energy chains lashed toward him.

“I’m really sorry about how I acted this morning. I’m not going to say it was a mistake because nothing with you could ever be a mistake. You are my mate I already told you that, but I think I owe you an explanation on what that means.” She still looks completely crushed and confused, but before I can continue she whispers “I’ve read twilight before is it like that?” I look dumbfounded trying to think back to the movie that some of the pack girls insisted on watch at one of our movie nights. “Ummmm I’m not sure refresh my memory I haven’t read that book in a while.” She turns towards me looking me dead in the eye “you know the werewolves have a “mate” that their God made just for them, and w

he divulged with a curl of his lip. "How does she still have a bright soul then? If she's a converted vampire it should be as black as ours," Ivan questioned making the necromancer rub his chin in thought. "I haven't a clue but she's released from the seat. Help her up and let's get to the waiting car before our boss starts blowing up our cell phones," Shadow snarled. Grabbing her arms Sophia was jerked to her feet. In her weakened state she complied with the two men and was taken directly to the black SUV parked near the aircraft. What none of them realized was that Randall Mathis was inside with a female human companion. He was sitting in the back with her, overly excited about finally cap

It has been one long torturous week. I have seen her come and go as she had to, sadly, go feed by herself. The desire to take her in my arms and make sweet love to her drove me silently insane. I can honestly say, being a Vampire with a soul is a death sentence. The pain that is cutting through me piece by piece is beyond the sleekness of a sword that is being driven through the softness of your heart.

Iron restraints locked around my wrists and ankles. "Today I'm using the Soul Prism." He turned to the control panel. "I'm going to pull every memory out of your blood and show this entire Covenant exactly who you've been protecting." The Soul Prism descended — a sphere of black crystal shot through with veins of deep red, built centuries ago from the compressed soul cores of thirty vampires. It pressed against the base of my skull. The resonance began as a low hum. Cael threw himself against the base of the chair. "Stop. She'll die." He grabbed my hand. "Vera, just tell them. Please just say the name—"

Raven goes on to say that she actually finds this response to be very wonderful and nice but as she was about saying another thing, Stella cuts her off and apologizes but asks them to listen to this one. They’re not… innately. See, a vampire is a person killed by another person and rejects god’s offer of an automatic admission into paradise. An apology, if you will, since Vampires were an accident of creation. However, God will also happily reincarnate you. Oh… you want to go backwards into your now slain body? Well, it’s possible, but the machinery of the universe doesn’t really like it… but if you insist God will shove you backwards through that machinery, mutilate your soul, and give you

He seemed to be perfectly content with just sleeping around for vampires didn’t have soulmates. He just shook his head as he looked at Viktor and growled, "Why are you not required to have a mate to remain as an Elder and yet, I cannot take my place until my soulmate is found? You stupid, bastard! You blood sucker!" "Stop calling me names! You're just jealous. You know damn well, vampires don't mate for life. It's the souls that keep us going." Viktor teased Matthias and then stood up and walked over to the window, looking out at the view of the city and all of the human souls to be gathered to him.