The Brooklyn Vampire Novels & Stories

"She's been transformed." "Into ANBV." Jacob gave the doll's little toe a playful tug. "Sweet little ANBV. Come to Papa." Malcolm gritted his teeth, remembering first to make sure his fangs were retracted. Otherwise a Vamp could accidentally pierce his bottom lip. "Enlighten me, please, before I resort to violence." Jacob laughed, apparently unconcerned by his boss's anger. "ANBV is a Artificial Nutritional blood for vampires."

He enlightened her. "Breed? There are breeds? Aren't you all the same?" Adrianna was dumbfounded to know that vampires have different breeds. He got up and went to grab a book from his shelves, and hand a heavy book to Adrianna. "This will help you because I am not good at explaining things and facts." Said Alaric. Her palms touched the cover of the book which looked antique and royal. She read the title 'Vamoose', called Vampire in latin. "You didn't tell me you have kids." Alaric asked her.

ROMAN. A vampire shrieked as Creed’s jaws closed around his forearm. The satisfying crunch of bones echoed through the courtyard. He shook him once before releasing him entirely. His body sailed through the air, crashing into two more vampires charging toward us. The three of them collided in a spectacular tangle of limbs, robes, and wounded pride before skidding across the ground. We watched others jump out of the way of the three idiots. ‘You know,’ Creed drawled, his amusement rippling through our shared consciousness, ‘for creatures that spend centuries pretending they’re terrifying…’ he paused dramatically, ‘vampires scream an awful lot.’

“Ten glasses of manhattan.” After a few minutes of receiving her order, the bartender handed her the glasses of liquor she had asked for. Akira stared at it and drank it, causing a burning sensation in her throat. She groaned while sliding the glass onto the table, licking her lower lips that tasted blood. She bit her lips so hard in anger that it became an open wound. Akira sighed and muttered, “It's not even sweet. What the hell is with those vampires saying our blood is sweet? It tastes like fucking iron rust!”

No, Baba, please, Baba, don't do this to me, I am your daughter too, please, Baba. ****** Name of King Elam in Vampire Word ... People trembled with fear because of the headlines in his eyes all the time, which made him even more frightening. His silence was mysterious. Everything was done at his beck and call. People were amazed at his appearance. He was unparalleled in beauty. Girls were just toys for him. She was a very beautiful and delicate girl. She was barely seventeen years old. Her resistance had given him a strange relief. He called the guard inside through the intercom. Who was now waiting for the order with his head bowed?

There was only two kind of people who knew about our existence, the vampires and witches, but we never got across to one another, we all just stayed within our boundaries , we don't meet them, they don't meet us. I got into my black Toyota corolla sport car, I needed to go simple, the last thing I needed was some nosey human sticking in my business and asking stupid ass questions. I sped down the highway, sped was an over statement, the car kept stopping along the road, I was only minutes away from the office, the car backfired again. This was the little consequence I had to suffer for my actions and dad was basically punishing me for refusing to join the family business, and most importantl

He had waited over thirty years, he wouldn't waste a minute. As he raised off his stake, ready to attack the defenseless creature, the door suddenly opened and two huge vampires walked in. Marco and the vampire King were already transformed into the evil creature that they were. Their fangs were out, revealing their glory to the shocked man. With their protruding ears and red eyes, Matthew knew there was no way he'd survive what was about to happen. The vampire King quickly attended to both Bella and Adonis while Marco faced the Hunter.

She pressed her lips and got nervous, she was too excited to share them their story with them that she forgot about not letting out that part with them. Blake and Evangeline looked at each other. Evangeline now understood that the moment that the Angels' Empire discovered a vampire living in the human world and sucked blood, it happened at the moment. "Bit his neck?" Pocco wondered and stared at Blake, his template created a wave as he tried to think what she meant by beating the culprit's neck. Veronica was shivering and looking at Blake, looking apologetic for not controlling her mouth from speaking. She knew that her mistake couldn't be rectified later, she shouldn't be careless.

Deep in the dark, buried corners of my soul, my dead wolf let out a frantic, confused howl, stirring under the absolute dominance of his taste. "What are you—are you insane?!" I hissed, my face flushing hot as I tried to violently yank my arm back. It was like trying to pull away from a solid steel pillar. "Is this your twisted idea of a medical consultation? Vampire play?!" Killian didn't release his grip. He swallowed, his throat working heavily as he dragged the flat of his tongue across the slice, lapping up every stray drop of red before finally letting my wrist go. He leaned back against the leather cushion, a dark, crimson stain tracing the sharp contour of his bottom lip.

Willow stared at him for awhile as he kept his eyes away. "Is there something I can do? Get you water or...?" Willow paused. She was throwing options out there, but Dante was no ordinary being. He is a Vampire. She had very little knowledge of the creatures, which was her fault for not being as prepared to possibly deal with them, but how would she have known she would be in the same room as one?