Southern Guide To Slaying Vampires Novels & Stories

She seemed like an easy target, someone I could manipulate and make feel guilty for her actions. To approach her without raising suspicion, I disguised myself as an old man and slowly approached her. I needed to establish a connection with her consciousness by using my black thread, allowing me to see her thoughts and briefly control her actions. This unique ability of mine, despite not being as powerful as other vampires, is something I take pride in. Accidentally, I caught a glimpse of her memories, revealing that she had killed numerous individuals, including some of my fellow vampires. I was shocked and frustrated that I couldn't delve deeper into her memories. Nevertheless, this informa

My school wasn't a bad one, so the security there was pretty lax, we didn't have metal detectors, we didn't have to wear ID badges, and the number of security guards was fairly limited, if I brought a knife and left in it in my backpack no one would ever know. I called Ethan and asked if he wanted to go hunting with me later that night. He agreed, which wasn't surprising. Later that night, we were in South Beach near a new club that seemed to be popular amongst the vampires. It might seem strange to humans that there were vampires living in Florida, "the sunshine state," but that's because only the stereotypes get burned by sunlight. Sunshine has no effect on vamps whatsoever, although, if t

Annoyed, the Lord pushed her away. "Kill her and throw her corpse back in Academia," the Lord ordered. "We will make them see that I am the strongest and no one will defeat me," he added and laughed evilly. Hecatos smiled and bowed his head. "Yes, sire," Hecatos replied. The seer closed her eyes while the sword was being slowly plunged into her heart. "Till we meet again, Queen," she whispered in the air before dying. Cassandra enjoyed talking to Helena. Helena is a vampire, and she decided to settle down on the island far from the people's reach. Helena told them to call her Nana. Sebastian and Cassandra told her about their case, being mates despite belonging to a different race.

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?

the vampire says sadly Alud smiled slyly, realizing what Brook-ta-man was talking about. - Come on, vampire, suck the rotten blood. Not all the same you drink the blood of young virgins. Brook-ta-man grinned, grimacing a little, sharply dug into the neck of the white-faced. Flesh crackled. The hunter screamed helplessly. A dark, viscous sludge poured into the belly of Bruk-ta-man. He closed his eyes, concentrated. The memory of blood poured into his brain. Silent movie flashes, sharp slowdowns and freeze-frames, his head throbbed with concentration, blood was asking for return, the vampire kept it in himself through force. Suddenly the flickering stopped and he saw a clear picture. All the s

All three of them spit on him, as if it was rehearsed. My feet moved on their own toward the pup and in a couple large strides I scooped him up. He had a binky in his mouth and it moved, he was fast asleep. I cradled him to my chest and listened to Tyler gurgle, trying to breathe. Zach quickly slit the throat of the male he was holding and several others were killed by Shadows like a flash. Out of nowhere, the vamps fell from the sky. “Good work everyone, the demons will feast tonight,” Godfrey said, smiling.

When Red asked why our identification laces differed from the other students, I told him that we were scholars. Actually, aside from Red and me, I no longer see any other mortals. During the first week of the school year, I saw some mortal students here, but after a few weeks, I observed that they had already started to vanish. Vampires are incredibly skilled at killing their victims, and no one will be able to determine the cause of death. "I'll just get some ice cream," red said, and I agreed. We both make our way to the canteen's freezer, and he takes a step back when he opens it.

I've learned not to speak unless spoken to by the Pet Master. I squeezed my eyes shut, ready for him to hit me or yank on the leash or something, but he didn't. He did, however, take my wrist in his hand and lead me into the back area of a limo. Most of the vampires traveled like this, the ones in this city did at least. It was more of a formality than anything. Vampires could easily get to any location they needed with their advanced speed, but I guess some preferred this. Only specific slaves were chosen to drive them.

"Pavel, Anton, and Grigori, you'll take the southern approach. Ensure there's no escape route towards the open field. Move quietly, and be prepared for close-quarter combat." The men in the southern group clenched their weapons, their anticipation escalating. "As for me, Alexei, and Nikolai, we'll take the north. We'll be the hammer that drives them into the walls of our formation. Use silver bullets and keep your eyes on Orion. He's cunning, and we can't afford to underestimate him." The men acknowledged their roles with determined nods, and the room buzzed with an air of readiness. "Remember, our ammunition is crucial," I continued. "Check your clips, load your weapons. Silver bullets for

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!"