The Brooklyn Vampire Novels & Stories

She gave him another look and couldn’t take her eyes off him. “How come he looks so damn attractive even when he’s sleeping peacefully?” She wondered aloud incredulously. She kept staring at the man and suddenly noticed the family crest on its bow, where she encountered a familiar symbol, she had only seen in classic vampire movies. “Why is this sort of scenario giving me a vampire movie vibe?” And she was about to check herself the ankh circa out of morbid curiosity, but when she touched it, something pricked her finger and caused it to bleed.

Melia burst out laughing. "You're sweet, really," she said, still laughing. "I can see why I didn't bite your collarbone." "You're, oh my God," he shouted out of nowhere, standing up and backing away. Melia stood up straight again and faced him. "What am I?" "You are... unbelievable!" he exclaimed, and it seemed that everything he had been feeling just a few minutes ago faded away to a feeling of awe. "Biting, 38-degree food, hell, aura," he said to himself, connecting the dots. "Yes, Orleans, I am a vampire."

He asked. “Pretty good. I’ve got someone here who wants to talk to you.” I said. So I handed the phone to Letty and she walked away with the phone so that none of us could listen in to the conversation. “She’s missed him a lot.” Brooke said. “I didn’t know that Benjamin had a mate. He never mentioned her.” “I didn’t know that vampires had mates like werewolves.” Lucas said. “We do. It’s rare, but it happens. And we cherish it.” Vincent said.

Samson called out, and when the two rich men turned around, two handkerchiefs soaked in anesthetic landed on their faces. In just a blink of an eye, they completely lost consciousness, falling into the arms of two handsome vampires. In a split second, the two unlucky men were brought back into the car by two vampires. The two invitation cards also left the old owner and flew into the hands of the new owner. - Take a nap. The girl's brother did not want the two of you to become his brother-in-law. – Harvey closed the car door and winked at Samson. - Let's go.

I could see she was in the living room reading her usually thick book. Once I entered the house I bypassed mom and rushed to my room locking the door behind me before placing him on my bed. The vile was warm as I had held on to it a little too tightly in my hand. The blue brightness of it swirled as I looked at it before popping the top off. *here we go, cross your fingers we can trust him* Vampires and wolves were always at war with one another, we believed that they were the cause of the curse many moons ago, the curse that made all firstborns die after one single breath.

"Yes! Kill her, my bloodthirsty little servant!" "Give her to me!" She could only turn to stare up at Nicholas again, her vision blurring and distorting as her head continued to swim. Battling between reality and unconsciousness. The vampire simply stared her down. Gazing at her drained and almost lifeless expression. Hearing those sluggish and slowing heartbeats. Her wheezing breaths. There was so much blood pooling somewhere close by. He could feel the potent scent of it. Its mouthwatering aroma. He wanted to slurp it. Lick every last single drop of it. It smelled so incredibly delicious. Unlike anything he'd ever smelt before.

Alarick ran at full speed to give directions to those who brought the vampires as bait. "Follow me!" cried Alarick as he continued to run. It wasn't difficult for the dragons and werewolves to bring in weak vampires who drank the blood of vagrants. The high-class vampires don't live in New York. Most of the powerful vampires retreated to Rome. They like beautiful classic places such as cities in Italy and several other European cities. New York nuisance vampires, like sewer rats. It wasn't easy for other creatures to catch them, but for the werewolves and dragons, especially when they were united, it was easy. At least ten vampires were brought in as bait.

But I didn’t laugh trying not to do the same thing when I met the doctor for the first time. I didn’t want the doctor to think that his queen was inappropriately sassy. Especially when I was about to work with him later to guide him on what he could do with the design of the synthetic blood for the vampires to drink. “Likewise, doc.” Viktor nodded. He was more friendly than Zachary or short for Zach who was more formal. Zach could never lose his feeling as a military soldier. Once a jarhead, he would always be a jarhead, so he only courteously nodded and replied,

I ask tentatively, trying to keep the judgment from my voice. “Closer than we should be..?” Morana repeats slowly before she gets it suddenly. “Oh good God, no!” She looks like she might puke at the thought. “We aren't incestuous! That is not what we are trying to tell you!” Morana screeches at me, offended. She looks pale at the thought and even Andras looks a bit green around the gills. “Fuck it.” Andras stands up, pulling me to my feet to look into my eyes. “We are vampires.”

Harry slammed the door behind her and within seconds he was in the drivers seat and starting the engine. "Who is that?" Harry demanded. "That guy?" "My manager," Brooklyn said. "He's been away for a year." Harry pursed his lips and nodded curtly. "What's gotten you so uptight?" Brooklyn asked. "Nothing," Harry muttered and pulled away from the diner. "Did you enjoy your day off?" "From you or school?" Brooklyn asked, raising her eyebrow Harry. Harry shook his head. "Brooklyn, I want to tell you something." "Please don't say that vampires exist," Brooklyn groaned.