Staked Vampire Novels & Stories

I will give him more than he bargains for. I go to my new home, a plain suburban affair. It is furnished. Quickly, not breaking a sweat, I move most of the furniture into the garage. Then I retire to the master bedroom, draw all the shades, and lie down on the hard wooden floor and close my eyes. The sun has drained my strength, I tell myself. But as I doze off I know it is also the people I have met this day that have cut deep into me, where my iron blood flows like a black river over the cold dust of forgotten ages, dripping onto this green world, onto the present, like the curse of the Lord himself. I hope to dream of Krishna as I fall asleep, but I do not. The devil is there instead. Yak

I looked diagonally into Jade's eyes before i wedged myself with my feet, consecutively kicking him in the groin and then i plunged forward. He didn't falter as he pulled back my hair and i drew to him, my sides into him and i felt something rip into my flesh and then out. And then, in again. Forcing itself through my ribcage before he also fell to the ground. I was stiff for a moment, failing to acknowledge the fact that i was stabbed. - "Blood was our bond. Our solemn vow and promise to the hood and when, if that promise is ever broken, blood is also the way to end it. This—" His voice rose, spitting in her face and inching closer.

“Now that I’ve collected your dowry, we’re off on our eternal honeymoon. Aren’t you excited, baby? I totally am!” Noticing her confused glances about her, the vampire continues his idiotic monologue. “What is it, my lovely? Oh! you’re wondering how I managed to get your dad. Well, I have to admit, it’s a bit dickish of me, but these—,” he gestures to the undead clogging up the plaza, “—they’re yours. Candlewood’s, I mean, their dead. See, it stood to reason that you’d set up barriers against your known enemies, but not against corrupted versions of yourselves. And even though these dead are acting under my command, they’re still your Candlewood pack. Pretty fucking clever if I do say so myse

The vampires finally reached and Stark had already given the pack this hope and believe that we could take this. From the parts we had hidden, I could see the vampires and their leader, Vector right at the front. As planned, the alpha, Stallone, only showed up with half of the pack and ready to fight. Vector laughed out loud and spoke out to Stallone's and the pack's hearing. "Is this what I came here with my army of vampires to deal with? Haha." Vector laughed. Stallone did not reply him. Stallone didn't want to show any sign of weakness before the vampires.

I twisted it into a bun and then took a step back to admire myself. I saw a woman whom I vaguely recognized as Kim Russell, raised by a single mother in the Cincinnati projects, who worked forty hours a week doing customer service for a shit boss making shit money. Glimpses of Kim Russell looked back at me, but I supposed that I was no longer that woman. I was now an undead Council member, wife to Paul Kinninsky, pack Leader to The Wolf Pack, the only known werewolf pack in the States, bound to Alexis, Elder vampire in exile. I was also the Master to tens of thousands of people—both dead and alive. Oops! Forgot to put on deodorant. Damnit, I cursed as I ran it under my arms trying not to get

Mountain Time, she called Phillip Mogollon to check on one detail only he could verify. “Hello, Becky Asplundh, my caller ID says it is you. Well, is it?” “Yes, Phillip, it is me. I wanted to thank you for the lovely flowers you sent my sister and me. And I want to ask you a question. I cannot ask this directly, but I need to know about hearts and coffins. When anyone wants to kill vampires, he must plunge a sharp wooden stake into each heart, whether it is attached to a body or not. Is that correct?”

I whispered. A woman stepped forward first. She was stunning in a way that felt unreal—dark hair, sharp features, eyes glowing faintly red. I was met with bone crushing hugs. "I’m Stacey," she said warmly. "Vampire Queen." My knees nearly buckled. Another woman joined her, gentler but no less powerful. "Stella. We are not just vampire queens but your aunts." Behind them stood two men whose auras screamed strength and loyalty. "Nathan," one said.

He wore a full black suit with a crimson red mantle that covered most of his lower face but did not muffle his voice; some sort of crest on the front, holding it in place. “No sir.” I whispered, struggling to hold myself on one knee; my master never made me stay like this for so long. The first vampire smiled wildly; his voice thick with the accent of old. “I am Sebastian Phantomhive and these are my children Elizabeth and Vincent.” I gasped, bolting upright as panic swept through me; the Phantomhive’s were the sworn enemy of my master, he hated them with every fibre of his being, and I was sure the feeling was mutual. They were the ones who began the war centuries ago, and there has been a

“I found three vampires attacking a werewolf. Turns out he was just a werewolf pup. They were trying to make him drink their blood, because if they feed their blood to someone without draining them, that lets them control that person. These vampires wanted to get a spy inside the werewolf Pack. “I staked two of the vampires, the pup and I got the other one between us. Turns out the first one I staked was a big guy in the vampire hierarchy. One of his rivals owes me a favour for it. His allies decided I had some sort of vendetta against them, and kidnapped me.

Chapter 28- King Lawler POV Taking careful steps towards the petrified Mistress, I circle behind her. “It would seem that you have just witnessed what Brogan’s son’s think of the situation.” The woman has nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of my voice behind her. “Who are you? What do you want?” “I think you may know who I am.” I insist while looking in on the child, she has just birthed. “I don’t know who you are. You need to leave.” “I am the one who your husband bargained with. You know all that money that had been added to your account. It didn’t come from him.” “I don’t understand.” The goosebumps all over her arms tell me she had an idea of what it could have been but was never