Staked Vampire Novels & Stories

No one is going to stop me. "You are dead, vampire. Who is slow now? You or me?" I say from behind him. He turns around fast and tries to grab the sword from me, but I am faster. I press it through his stomach. I know you can not die. He is an original, and he can only die if I have the special stakes that the werewolves have at the moment. I pulled the sword from Vladimir's stomach. He looks at me in surprise.

“You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.” I scoffed. “You sound like a conspiracy theorist. Vampires don’t exist, and you’ve got to stop reading all those fantasy books.” Before she could say anything else, I grabbed another slice of toast and breezed out of the apartment. My condolences to the victims, but vampire attacks were just so stupidly unrealistic. Like creatures of the night actually existed. Right, sure. “Mr. Vale’s not in right now.” Celine said at the reception, looking me up and down.

she asked. Type or not, Vampire Quen had seemed . . . Love both Boss and Man equally, and if the most powerful vampire leader in the vampires was taking Type as their mate or more look like gave him some sort of Queen tittle, but Jonthan said they hate wolf, so if they actually hate wolf how the hell, they take Type as their mate who was also an wolf in past?

“It looks like I’ve finally found a way to bring you back, my king.” He closed the coffin slowly, each creak of the wood echoing in the quiet chamber, then shut the doors firmly behind him before climbing the stone steps to the waiting crowd of his men. His expression was resolute as he commanded, “Everyone, gather.” The vampires assembled swiftly, their dark eyes trained on the rock he held out. One by one, each vampire stepped forward, inhaling the scent clinging to the stone, absorbing its subtle but distinct markers. When they had all memorised the scent, he withdrew the stone and let the silence stretch before speaking.

His gloved fingers stroked her jaw, tilting her face up. “She belongs to me,” he said, his voice a silken growl that silenced the laughter around them. “Do not mistake my generosity for weakness.” The circle of vampires stilled. Hunger simmered in the air, but none dared move closer. Valerius’s presence was commanding, his claim absolute. Chloe shuddered with relief and fear all at once. But then… The sound split the air like a whipcrack. Thwip. A stake whirled through the candlelit haze and struck one of the masked vampires square in the chest. The impact sent him sprawling backward, his scream cutting through the silence. Gasps rippled across the masquerade. Masks turned. Music died mid-no

Cameron looked on at the dead man with amusement in his eyes, even though it could be said that everything happened so fast,it wasn't that fast to escape his scamming eyes,he was only disappointed that he wasn't the killer,he only wanted to play with this fools for some time before sending them to hell where they belong, but before he could even begin they were already killing each other if this continues his visit here would be in vain. "What was that for!?" The leader was the one to break the silence, this was never part of his plan, he presented his group members with a stake because since the vampires are a creature of the living world they also possessed a heart like that of humans,a st

Migrata - the first state of rest Taalib Duma- seeker of blood Tralu - leader of the Imvura Vahothes- Mothers or first protectors of Taalib Dumas Vahantes – Fathers or elder council members of Taalib Dumas Vancanes – underground freezer where humans are kept in a semi-frozen state until feeding time. Vandilum - Drink made from a dying vampire’s blood that renders any male Taalib Duma impotent, except during the full moon. Vrandar Zormir- Taalib Duma resting area laid underground, right beneath the Varlancia headquarters’ Varlancia- vampiric quarters located in Vermont Vascany - a vampire concubine Visdan- the oldest son Vocada- a Taalib Duma who became crazed for human blood and craved for s

sound. “Humans who have been claimed by a vampire, whether as a blood mate or a fated mate… they cannot be enthralled,” Alistair realized aloud. “Their minds are shielded by the bond with their vampire partners.” This was a huge problem. It meant that for these specific people, we couldn't force the truth out of them. We had to take their word for it, and in a palace full of lies, a "word" wasn't worth much. Alistair’s eyes scanned the remaining people who couldn't be enthralled. There were four of them. And standing right at the end of that small, "un-thrallable" group was the mean girl from the kitchen.

Stacy didn’t see the interaction, though. “I would have to train her to scent vampires. They are all over the place here. The CEO of Drakenburg Inc. is a vampire, I am sure of it.” Stacy told Willow with so much hate that Nix almost stepped away. The two women went into the kitchen. Nix didn’t want to miss this conversation; she already knew what vampires smelled like. They had a Halloween hunt, where they hunted down a vampire. They sat at the table where Stacy had put tea and cookies. Nix begged for some of both.

“What a mess.” The dark-haired vampire eyed the stack of paperwork piled on his desk and couldn’t help scoffing in distaste. It seemed that the harder he worked, the more work kept piling up. He grabbed his phone and headed to the office next to his. He wasn’t surprised to find his boss and Lord behind his own desk—nor working, mind you—but indulging in his stalkerish hobbies.