The Brooklyn Vampire Novels & Stories

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

I don't remember having a sacred book with me. Hold on. Could it be the book that I thought belonged to my mom? "It's the book you almost destroyed," he informed me. Oh, maybe that's why he texted me to not tear it up. At that time I was so confused and thought he was a stalker. Little did I know he was actually a blood-sucking demon. Or was he? "Since you're a vampire, do you drink blood?" I asked because from what I know, they're always thirsty for blood and he hasn't shown any sign of that.

I smiled as she put her arm around my shoulders. King Izzoth produced a map and said, "The vampires have four broods. They like to stick close to species or humans that will easily be blamed for deaths that occur from a bite. So, East St. Louis, Salem, Massachusetts, L.A., and Chicago." Queen Winnie said, "So, anywhere witches or high concentrations of IV drug users live." He said, "Yes. They like to make sure others can take blame for their actions." I shook my head and said, "Damn cowards."

“And also inside the cabin. Tell us what happened there. Save the city time and resources.” “Do the dead vampires found nearby have anything to do with it?” Norma asked. Dan thought that sooner or later those detectives would find out what happened to Brooke; maybe if those dead vampires had not appeared they would not have reached the blood on the tree and they would still be far from reaching the truth. But, since those vampires appeared and put them on a solid lead, he could use them to his advantage to lure them away from his own reality as a wolf/vampire hybrid.

“Really.” Billy stared at the man for a long moment. The snowflakes melted instantly as they came into contact with his large, bald head and he stared out at the snow-covered buildings around him. “Glass,” Billy finally said. “What happened back there? With Jack. What the hell was that all about?” Glass glanced at him briefly, but returned his attention to the falling snow and spoke. “Two nights ago, Jack Writeman, his father Frank, and Dr. Harold Robinson left a trail of dead vampires across the streets of Manhattan and into Central Park. hundreds were killed.”

Everytime his paw hits the ground, deep footprints will appear. “I admit that you're stronger than me but...” Venedict paused for a while before scanning his surroundings with his vampiric eyes. A hysterical expression appeared on his face and said in a booming voice “.. that strength is nothing in front of our numbers!” After saying those words, Venedict's companion— the other blood wolves pounced towards Alpha Broderick, all of them laughing like hyenas preying its target. Alpha Broderick had a hard time getting near Venedict as everytime he strides forward, he had to fight with blood wolves obstructing his way.

A tall, dark-skinned man on the screen had a woman pinned to the wall, his eyes glowing red, fangs bared as he bit into her neck. Zara gasped, visibly intrigued. Bri smirked. “Lame.” Zara slapped her bicep. “You have no taste.” Bri laughed, eyes lingering on her. “Since that glittery vampire movie, I can’t take them seriously.” Zara giggled, then shifted on the couch, crawling into Bri’s lap like it was nothing. Her thighs pressed across Bri’s lap, weight settling perfectly. Bri instinctively moved her hands to hold her—but Zara slapped them away.

I shuddered at what would have happened to me if I had gone into the cave. “It’s not her fault. Bronco is a master of hypnosis. He might have pulled her towards him,” said Romanov when we reached him. “Yes, I could feel someone beckoning me towards the cave through a mind-link. It wasn’t Evelyn this time.” Zephyrus instantly readied his sacred sword to fight the enemy. “Where’s Bronco? Is he inside the cave? Can you see him?” “He’s a shape-shifting vampire! I can feel him around us, but he can’t appear as long as the sun is still up. These creatures cannot tolerate sunlight,” informed Romanov while I shuddered at his description.

“I listened ye were a great hunter of evil presences when they found ye, or a few such garbage. Is that true?” “Yes and no,” Brock replied ambiguously. To be correct, he’d been chasing demon-possessed vampires when he’d run over this pack. That was moreover how he’d met Heather. Her best companion, Elegance, had a run-in with the things he’d been taking after. She’d overseen to elude them, and he’d taken after her to Heather’s loft and benevolently advertised his offer assistance to the women. It was a good thing as well. He’d gotten them out of there in the scratch of time.

"In order to create a top-level werewolf team, Kate seduced Bella to steal Brooklyn's life, and then married her son to Brooklyn, so that she could raise this grandson logically when Brooklyn gave birth to offspring." "This old woman is horrible!" I really did not expect that there are such terrifying people in this world, and for their own purposes, they set up such a bureau many years ago. "However, how can she be sure that Hale's mate is Bella?" It was not difficult to know that Brooklyn is a descendant of the primitive werewolf, as long as you inquire about Margaret's family tribe. But when Bella and Brooklyn met, Brooklyn hadn't discovered mate's pheromone, how did Kate know?