The Brooklyn Vampire Novels & Stories

He whispers, “Do what you need to, to secure the female, and I promise you will have me all to yourself for the weekend. I will show you the love you crave.” “Promise, Master?” “Promise.” Lavinia nods and then steps out of his arms and gets ready to get to work and open the Boutique to the public. Lavinia is a little surprised when the door chimes and the closed sign is still on the door. Thinking that it might be some of her Master males, she walks cautiously to the front and lets out a sigh of relief when she sees the other assistant Brooke walking toward the counter. Lavinia was glad when it wasn't Bianca. She had become a good friend to Lavinia and didn't want to have to use her vampire

As if knowing my thoughts, he growled in his native eighteenth century voice, “You shall love no other. I shant have it.” His fiery lips burned as they forced mine to respond. His frustration mounted. He was a vampire who was accustomed to getting his own way. As handsome as he was, I had no doubt he’d also gotten his own way as a mortal, at least with the ladies. My mind flew to our initial meeting and the hesitation I had when we’d met. Why hadn’t I paid attention to my own intuition? I’d been so trusting of Elizabeth when she told he her brother wouldn’t harm me. Had they planned this together?

Damn, I thought. She was obviously in a bad mood. The young vampire cringed and transported away. A split-second later, Monica disappeared after him. None of us moved. We'd seen the young ones do this often enough. A split-second later she returned, holding him suspended in the air by his throat. She had gone "hissy face," her teeth longer than normal and her face etched in a monstrous scowl. She brought the vampire down to her mouth and ripped out his throat. Seconds later, young vampire Charles was nothing but ash.

“So, who do you live with then? Your mum?” “No, my mum's dead too. I live with my older brother.” I added saving him the stress of having to ask. The truth seems to be working, I just have to edit the unnecessary parts, like the fact that my brother is a vampire that is about to be crowned king of the underworld.

the vampire says sadly Alud smiled slyly, realizing what Brook-ta-man was talking about. - Come on, vampire, suck the rotten blood. Not all the same you drink the blood of young virgins. Brook-ta-man grinned, grimacing a little, sharply dug into the neck of the white-faced. Flesh crackled. The hunter screamed helplessly. A dark, viscous sludge poured into the belly of Bruk-ta-man. He closed his eyes, concentrated. The memory of blood poured into his brain. Silent movie flashes, sharp slowdowns and freeze-frames, his head throbbed with concentration, blood was asking for return, the vampire kept it in himself through force. Suddenly the flickering stopped and he saw a clear picture. All the s

Brooklyn. I make a quick dive for the letter and photograph, before slowly rising to my feet. My eyes trained on the male standing before us who's already closing the distance. He's tall and awfully pale. Blond hair that's almost a shining white. I have seen him before, but where? His physic is familiar. And when our eyes meet, I am certain. A freaking vampire. I suck in a sharp breath. “Behind me, Brooklyn.” Mike mutters under his breath, shoving me behind him before I can even move. And this time, I don't argue with him because I know what's at stake.

Back then, I dreamed of being a vampire because I wanted to be with Carter as long as he lives, but what is the point of being a vampire now that he's gone? "You are still confused, I see. To cut the story short, Vienna's subordinate, the one with her when she attacked you and your werewolf friend, bit you. He wasn't actually thinking of sparing you, but then I came and disturbed his supposed to be a peaceful meal. I got you afterward and the vampire's venom was incredibly spreading so fast in your body. Knowing that you will turn into a newborn soon, I couldn't just leave you around Lynnwood. Newborn vampires who just went through transition can't control themselves and would likely end up

his words sound even real to me, it felt like my mind was deleting those moments I had with Damon but I was saved when Brooklyn l change the environment for me. Finding myself in the forest I fall breathing hard " What was that " I mutter when I stare at Brooklyn, leaning on the tree. " vampires can wash your brain ava, it is not impossible for them, I thought you knew that " " I didn't " I mutter " I had no idea all these creatures even exist, all these things are new to me and I assure you, I don't like this" " I have a question to ask you but right after the end of Lara's life" nodding my head, Brooklyn showed me everything, how Alex made her love him, how Patrick, who is Lara's father, f

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He half rose from his stool to stop her, but it was too late. The broken glass effortlessly cut into her soft flesh as she tried to pick it up. It wasn't a very deep cut, but blood immediately began to ooze from it. Samson could see it, but he could smell it. “Darn it!” she said “Oh shit!” Samson thought. That was all he needed—the scent of fresh blood on a virtually empty stomach. And the situation was even worse when a vampire like Jacob was sitting right there. He knew Jacob's love for warm blood better than anyone. He could smell it too, and Samson didn't want to imagine what ideas would pop into the lunatic's head.