Novel & Cerita Staked Vampire

It was a maid, she was trembling as she stared at the Alpha's body. “Y-you… You… Killed the Alpha. Y-you murdered Alpha Cassius…” She stuttered, trying to string her words together, her fingers trembling as she pointed at me. “Shut up or else I'll send you to go join him,” I interrupted her coldly, my eyebrows slightly raised and my whole demeanor screamed of blood. I heard footsteps rushing up the stairs, the maid had alerted them when she shouted. I would've stayed to fend them off given my power as the Vampire Queen but I was just an ordinary omega right now, a blood slave, with no power at all so I chose the easiest way out.

He nods and as an added affirmation of the vow, he says, “I am Gezer Zarn, a vampire of the Blood God. For all eternity, I, and all my descendants, will honor this vow.” Before I let go of his hand, I say, “I am Kaiya of Pitchford, a she-wolf of the Moon Goddess. For as long as I am alive, I will make sure that Gezer Zarn and his descendants will honor this vow. In exchange, I will do everything in my power to protect them.” “I’m guessing you will do the same thing with the others,” General Lorant interjects. Two vampires are standing behind him. This time they are docile. They cut both their palms and offers them to me.

Five male vampires were seated on the left wing of the table while four male vampires and one female vampire were seated on the other wing. They were even surprised to see her in such a state, looking haggard and frustrated. "Bring her here." Mosco ordered. His seat was the first to be seen from where their head seat was. The drudge vampire leaped towards her and brought her to him. The drudge vampires were special servants made and specifically owned by the grand elders of Volturi. These are the strongest vampires of the coven. The vampire left to bury her mate with a few of her kind after narrating everything in detail.

~~~ Amaya His eyes no longer had those pretty green tint in them. They were now a bright glowing red colour. His teeth now contained a pair of sharp fangs ready to bite through your skin anytime. He wasn't just my kidnapper anymore. Nor my stalker. He was now my vampire. This realization hit me like a train. My feet were glued to one place not daring to move. My breathing had stopped a while ago. The beast in front of me must've caught on to my nervousness because a small pang of hurt shot across his face but quickly vanished.

As he fell with his fangs aimed for my throat, I rolled over and kept the stake locked straight at his heart. He howled in pain as the stake sank deeper into his chest. I was careful not to deal the finishing blow and if he played his cards right, this vampire was going to survive tonight. But I was a fool to believe sanity existed in a vampire's dictionary. Without hesitation, he sank further into the stake just to get access to my neck. I was going to push him off if my hands weren't full trying to keep him alive. His fangs dug into my throat and he drew huge gulps of blood, every drop divulging the secrets I refused to give to him. I adjusted and tightened my grip on the stake, driving it

Maleigha rolled her eyes, “Okay, it is fascinating. Anyways, there are a few ways that you can kill a vampire, even one of this strength. The most effective is to remove the head and burn the body. Second most affective, using a blessed wooden stake through the heart. While the vessel is no longer beating, it does control life or death, and a vampire cannot live through a stake to the heart.” “How do you find a blessed wooden stake?” Kai questioned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “They are very rare, even more so now with the treaty. We are no longer required to use them like we used to. Most were burned once the treaty was signed as an offering of peace between werewolves and vampires,” s

even Stacy’s voice was lacking her usual lustre. Charlie and Lucy left their bags in the SUV and followed Stacy to the main reception room where they were met by Pack leaders from up and down the west coast, there was even a few Demons present and Valor had brought his entire Coven, a coven which as it turns out is made up of what the Vampires call Monarchs, Kings and Queens of covens that keep Vampire leaders in check.

I sprang up, launching myself onto his back. I heard a loud crack. Looking up I saw Seb sticking a long sliver stake into the vamps body. Everyone froze just watching the scene. The vampire beneath Seb began to shake and black smoke filtered from his mouth before he burst into a million pieces of ash. Wow totally was expecting that. Now it’s three against two . . . Also wasn’t expecting the vampire whose back I was on to grab my head and flip me off of him. He slammed my back to the ground. He brought his massive fist down but luckily I rolled out of the way in time.

he interjected with amusement, "how potent a vampire becomes when they imbibe the blood of a werewolf. And I am no ordinary werewolf. I carry royal blood within me." "Now, if we wish to avoid turning this hallowed arena into a battleground, I propose a challenge. A duel to prove who is truly worthy of the throne. Draven, let us engage in a time-honored tradition among our kind: the Vladimir Bloodfang." Dexter proclaimed. The mention of the ancient ritual drew hushed whispers from the spectators, who understood the gravity of such a challenge. In vampire lore, Vladimir Bloodfang is a legendary title bestowed upon the winner of a duel between two vampires vying for the throne. It symbolizes th

The vampires closed in, their circle around her shrinking by the second. One near the entrance, likely one of the eldest, bared its sharp fangs and hissed. “You’ll pay for that, you mangy bit—” The vampire choked on its words, red eyes darting toward its chest, where a stake had pierced it from behind. It crumpled to the ground, exploding in a heap of blood.