The Brooklyn Vampire Novels & Stories

"But you don't have to worry about hurting her. Since you won't come back willingly, I have no use for you anymore. I doubt anyone else does either." I watched as Bristol flung the sharp metal in my direction. The pointed end landed directly into the exposed flesh of my arm. Before I knew it, Kaya was running at me. "Let's see how dormant that blood lust of yours is," Bristol said with a savaged smirk as he watched his new vampire-daughter attack his biological one. I evaded her attacks as best I could, dodging and turning and calling out to her to stop. "Listen to me!" But she couldn't hear me, and my pleas fell on deaf ears.

Unable to keep his eyes open any longer, they fluttered closed as his head fell to the side, his body loosened, his chest fell flat and his heart stopped beating. … "The next thing I knew, I woke up in some worn out bedroom at the top of some English tavern with Demitri standing above me. I knew I shouldn't have woken, so I questioned him and… Well, here I am. A vampire." Harley's eyes were wide with horror and her mouth opened in the shape of an O. She closed it again, biting her lip. She stayed silent and stood up. He stood up top, thinking that she had decided to leave. Instead, she did the last thing he ever expected her to do. She threw her arms around him in a hug, embracing him tightl

“It is too dark for me, especially for someone like me who prefers the opposite.” “That must be pretty hard living with.” She inhales sharply. “I do the opposite of everything. I let animals free during hunting, I don't like drinking blood, and I hate attending the gothic parties. I could on and on.” “I'm so sorry you have to live with this, but trust we are not much different. I just discovered I'm a vampire with a very bad blood lust and so much more I'm yet to comprehend.” We walked to the windows at the end of the hallway, looking out at the village. We watch outside in silence for a bit.

“Wha' wrog?” “They found another body,” She said, “Under the bridge. Same place as the last one. They said the body had all its blood drained out.” “Just like the last ones.” I shivered. She turned to me, eyebrows raised. “Apparently there are no obvious wounds. Do you still think they’re animal attacks?” “Of course.” I rolled my eyes. “What else would they be? Vampires?” “You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

The Ember Ghost opened his mouth and showed his sharp teeth before lowering her mouth to the exposed woman’s neck. The crowd watched in silence as the Ember Ghost appeared to suck the woman’s blood. The woman’s arms flailed weakly but her face looked serene, if not enjoying the experience. Then, the woman’s expression slowly changed into pain and she grimaced. She placed her arms around the Ember Ghost’s head weakly before dropping them weakly to her side. Then, the woman’s limp body slid out of view leaving the Ember Ghost standing. He wiped the remaining red stains from his mouth with a swipe of his arm before disappearing within the smoke that blew from across the float.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” “The thing that goes bump in the night that the humans are warned about? That is our world. Sending Brook out into a world that she knows absolutely nothing about is absurd. What happens when she runs into one of those blood-sucking bastards and she doesn’t know the first thing about them or how to protect herself against them?” Eric began what I was sure was going to be a long rant.

I crossed the Market quickly, making my way between the stalls and the vendors. The nearest exit to Brooklyn was near the central square. I passed a group of vampires negotiating bottled human blood, a sorcerer selling curses in bulk, two creatures fighting in a cage surrounded by noisy spectators. No one stopped me. No one tried to sell me anything. No one even looked me in the eyes. I was the predator at the top of the food chain. And everyone there knew it. I opened a portal directly to Irving Avenue, in Bushwick.

Hailey's pov; Upon hearing Austin's claim that he was a vampire, I took a sick leave from school and remained at home. When questioned by my parents about my absence, I reported feeling unwell. My younger brother, Charlie, disregarded the situation and proceeded to attend school as usual. In the meantime, I conducted extensive research on vampires. After poring over numerous sources, one commonality emerged - vampires are not real. It became apparent that the internet cannot always be relied upon for factual information.

Someone had written across the inside door in red marker: “THE WHORE WHO STEPPED INTO THE DEN.” I didn’t react or flinch as from what I've gathered so far was that the students made it their sole mission to torment students who entered the Den of my Stepbrothers, the Princes of Velmora. I just started picking my things up one by one, stuffing them back into the broken locker like I wasn’t falling apart inside. “Well, well, look who’s back from the blood orgy,” a girl sneered. “How many vampire dicks did you ride, Raven?”

Then again, as a vampire, it was a safe guess. “Well, you can hardly kill me here, so you might as well let me pass.” His stupidly large bulk was blocking my way completely. Even if he hadn’t been in my way, the rest of the pack was behind him. My only hope of getting out was for him to let me leave. The trouble with Brodie was he preferred to play with his victims. I could recognise his type a mile away. I was certain he would have been sat with a magnifying glass, setting fire to ants when he was younger.