The Last Vampire Christopher Pike Audiobook Novels & Stories

I was about to pop his head out of his neck when I remembered Christopher was watching, and I didn't want to spoil the mood, and killing this vampire, no matter how disgusting he was, was going to do that. It would leave Christopher traumatized so I let go of him and sped back to Christopher's side. The man wrapped his hand around his throat and gasped rubbing it over and over as it head. The other two snarled at me. "How dare you harm him. Do you know who we are" I just rolled my eyes. If Christopher wasn't here, I'd have killed them off but I couldn't do that. "You couldn't even finish me off to show how weak you've become. The black death himself cannot kill anymore because some of human

Christopher asked, stirring what appeared to be a pot of spaghetti on the stove. Before Grace could answer, the back door came bursting in, shards of glass flying across the room, peppering the couple with fragments. Grace threw her hands in front of her face to protect her eyes. When she pulled her arms down, she began to scream. Looking into the maniacal steel gray eyes, there was no doubt in her mind now that Jack Carol and his brother were Vampires. * * *

her wolf answered. There are traces of fatigue on her face. She tried to stand up again, and this time she did it successfully. When Cassandra looked around, she saw that they were only three remained in the ring. Two werewolves and one vampire. Slowly, she walked towards them. The black wolf glanced at her and nodded his head, which Cassandra did the same. They started circling their prey. With the black wolf's signal, they attacked the vampire. Cassandra jumped on his right while the black one jumped on his left. She got punched, but the vampire couldn't dodge the black wolf's bite. It gave him a fatal blow. The vampire tried to stand, but he had no strength left. Slowly the mark disappear

So why am I freaking out so much? Letting out a breath, I get into bed and move under the covers. I can’t hear the vampires anymore, but I can still feel their energy coming from the first floor. Needing to do something, I grab my phone and open my Kindle app, reading two chapters of a small-town romance before Lucas comes back into the room. “They’re gone,” he says and leaves the door open behind him. “Good. Do you have to carry out orders and kill me now?” “You heard?”

Majority of the vampires agreed and their angry yells of ‘yes’ could be heard. “Two weeks ago, I journeyed to Athens to relay the good news to the Elders, about the Blackburn being alive, but I was disappointed to know that it is no news to them because they knew all this while,” Aamon’s expression darkened now. “The Elders have been keeping things from us for too long. They can never be trusted anymore. I decided to act on my own and with Kyle, I was able to get the witch to speak yesterday. There is a sacred book written by the Fathers of the early church after the time of the witch trials. It talks about a prophecy that will bring an end to our immortality.”

Period. But a vampire? They just apparently deteriorate into a sack of flesh and then bones after long enough. I was stupid enough to look it up online and instantly regretted it. When I hear the doorknob rattle, it's all I do all I can to get my shit together. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK “Grandma!! Grandma’s here,” Gage shouts, as I lift my head from one wall, and take two steps back to lean it against another.

“Let’s go.” Drake reached out and grabbed my arm. I looked down at it and he removed it. Even other vampires knew better than to grab another vampire without warning, but he obviously hadn’t thought about it. “Lance, who was it that you were talking about tonight? The person that you thought you saw?” I shook my head. “It was probably nothing.” Drake looked directly into my eyes. “After what happened last night, there’s no ‘nothing’ now.” Drake sat down on the table. Who was it?”

The blade easily sliced through skin, tendons and flesh, but got stuck halfway through the ancient vampire’s unnaturally hard cervical spine. Cyrus stared at him with big, fearful eyes, gasping for air, blood pouring from his mouth and nose. “Can you see it yet?” he mocked Cyrus. “Can you see hell?” To his surprise, the other vampire responded. “Please,” he wheezed the word out. “Scared.” Leaning in, he whispered, “Now you know how Mary felt.” Twisting the blade, Declan heard the Cyrus’s bones break, and he sliced through, finally separating his head from his body.

Peter asked in a calm voice. “Because that’s what you said,” he replied. “When?” Peter asked. “During our last video conference,” he said with a scowl. “You told Amy and me about it.” Peter heaved a sigh. “I remember that call. The connection was horrible. You clearly didn’t hear all that I said. I said that I hoped to have it. Not that I actually had it.” “Neither of us heard the hope part,” Jasper explained. “I sent you that vile of blood. Didn’t that raise your curiosity?”

She shrugged, a little awkwardly. I smiled back, wanting to put her at ease. “Thank you, Sie. I really appreciate it.” We flicked through some new books and papers while we waited for the pizza to arrive. They were all much the same – long, winding documentation of vampire sightings from the Victorian era, many of which were clearly allegories for something else, like impudent women or the fear of industrialisation.