Steampunk Vampire Novels & Stories

Vladimir tried to get away, but Ste-phen held him back by the tail and began crashing him to the floor repeatedly. By the time he was down, Vladimir was in a terrible state, barely hanging onto life. He transformed back to his human form, bleeding all over. Then Ste-phen reached for his neck, collaring it. "H-how?" Vladimir choked, terrified by Ste-phen's sharp golden eyes. "What? You haven't fought with a Lycan before? Adios, asshole," Ste-phen muttered, then effortlessly snapped the man's neck. Vladimir's body went limp, taking his last breath.

Seras is a walking inferno, green ghost-fire mixing with her normal red. Remy fights like a wolf possessed, claws and dagger and pure refusal to let anything touch me. I’m everywhere at once: Mirror Step through broken reflections, blood-lightning carving trenches in the fresh spring ground, Vinča symbols flaring across my skin for half a second before my healing erases them again. We’re losing. Then the ghosts show up. Al Capone and the boys step out of the steam like they were waiting for the cue. Tommy guns made of moonlight and 1920s wrath.

Damien reported to Alden as they went back into the house "Ignore it" Alden replied "I have somewhere to be" Alden then disappeared into the darkness of the night Damien went to his room. There was no light illuminating it. You couldn't tell where anything was. But that wasn't the case for Damien, a vampire, he had great sight, even in the dark. He undid the buttons of his shirt and removed it. A huge eagle tattoo was on his back. It looked so realistic, especially its red dragon eyes. He moved the middle vase on one of his tables and the huge painting behind him moved and opened, exposing the stairs to his hidden underground room

Everything you thought you knew about vampires is a lie. Ok, not really. Azrin might have been acting a bit overdramatic, but still, some of the stuff in human fiction was just wild. Rapidly the Chestnut-haired male flipped through the tattered remains of a human novel. Mentions of garlic, mirrors, and metal stakes to the heart, flittered across his viridian eyes. How they came up with some of this was absolutely fascinating. Scribbling down illegible notes to anyone but himself- scratch that. To anyone but himself and one other, Azrin began reaching for the next volume in the series when a soft click and the shuffling of booted feet caught his attention.

He would tell her, but only when the time was right. "Hmm… Let me put it like this, it's pretty much the same grouping as humans. You get both good and evil, and sometimes those who are caught in between. You see, being a vampire doesn't turn you into a monster. It only enhances what's already there. If a murderer got turned, they'd most likely be beyond evil and if it were someone good, say part of a dog rescue team or something, their pure spirit and good energy would be turned up." He explained.

Henry tried to speak in a very serious manner but his eyes gave away the mischief he was planning. With a sarcastic smile on my face, I said, "Henry, you do realise that that's not how a Vampire's age works, right? And, I am a vampire king so obviously I don't freaking work like normal vampires even. So, how do you expect me to work with a human's age system. They don't even live past eighty-five as a matter of fact."

Steve asked and I saw Javier walk in with all of the Vampires. What the hell??

When they were approaching to kill him, the hate, anger and the thirst for vengeance had forced Gordon to become an unstoppable beast to slaughter enemies. At the mere end of war, when Gordon, his pack and other allies invaded the kingdom of vampires he met Stephanie. She was one of their sex slaves who were tied up with silver bound to avoid her from shifting. Vampire would have werewolves as their keep or sex slave because they were more resistant to pain and all the vice they put them through, however Vampire use human more often mostly to feast on their blood. One glance at Stephanie, he knew she was a royalty, her beauty and her submissive nature had attracted him. He had sex with many

he asked, slightly tipsy from all the wine. Vlad snorted, “That is child’s play. The author, what’s her name? Stephanie something reduced vampires into whining pussies.” He shook his head and chugged down another glass of wine. Alcohol had no effect on him, he could down a crate of beer and still recite Shakespeare’s Hamlet from beginning to end. The only thing he couldn’t do was to rally his kind to join Suzanne in the fight. And for that, he felt remorseful. Hans who sat at the head of the table nursed his glass slowly, lost in his thoughts. Thomas continued rambling on, “How about Anne Rice? Did you inspire her as well?”