The Last Vampire On Earth Novels & Stories

“You could fall asleep and never wake up. That’s black magic on your neck — I’ve seen that mark before, overseas. A pureblood, same as you. No one even knew what he was until the curse hit him. Same mark, exactly like yours. A vampire healer told him the only cure was blood from the person he truly loved, or he wouldn’t survive the week.” “Are you saying—” I stopped, unable to finish it. “Yes,” Joel said. “How do you even know all this, Master Joel?” Ruby asked, worry creasing her face. “I’m a vampire who gets around,” he said, with the ghost of his usual grin. “Let’s just say — not many can resist this face.” “Ruby—” I started. Before I could get another word out, she grabbed a knife from t

Though someone may have complained about the lack of vitality. However, something unexpected hit Dante when one day, a woman came to his door with a child claiming that he was his father. There was no way that Dante would admit it because he didn't believe in women anymore when his mother left, not to mention the pure pleasure from fresh. But the DNA test left him speechless. The woman asked for quite a lot of money and left without any hesitation, she was soon gone again as if she never appeared. If it wasn't because of the child standing lively in front of him, Dante would consider all this as a dream, a nightmare. He tried to figure out how he and the woman had the child but all he got wa

she answered. "But he'll wake up soon, right?" I asked her, and she giggled at me. "Of course! He's a pure-blood vampire, and besides, they could not pull out his heart," Ash confidently answered as she pointed at the most extensive stitch in Daniel's chest. "His heart?" I asked, and she nodded. "Pureblood vampires will only die once their heart has been pulled out of their bodies," Ash explained, making me feel relieved, knowing that Daniel would wake up soon.

With renewed vigor, they engaged the vampire, unleashing a barrage of attacks that pushed him to the brink. As the vampire faltered, his monstrous facade crumbling, the hunters delivered the final blow—a stake driven deep into his heart. A primal scream pierced the night air as the vampire disintegrated into ash, his existence forever extinguished. Exhausted and battered, I leaned against the car for support, my injured shoulder throbbing with pain. The security team members and vampire hunters quickly regrouped, ensuring the threat was fully eliminated. Their expertise and unwavering dedication had saved my life, and for that, I was eternally grateful.

” Jayden’s eyes widened and his mouth was agape as he said, “what! That alpha has the moonstone!” He then looked at the person who was sitting on the huge black office chair in front of him. And in front of the chair was a huge painting of a man, A man in ancient clothes with long hair and a lean body. Pale skin, green eyes, and brownish hairs. This was the portrait of a true-blood vampire Alastair, the last true-blood vampire who was born two thousand years ago. “What are we going to do now? Archon?” The leader of the vampires is called Archon.

I know he's speaking English, but I don't understand a word he's saying. "There's a whole history you need to know, but the short version is...We are being hunted. You may have heard of the term vampire, right?" I nod, and he continues. "These vampires hunt us wolfs for our blood," Cole explains. "Why?" "It cures their insatiable thirst. And when they are not thirsty, they become beings of unimaginable strength and endurance, not even armies can stop them. The only good thing, however, is that our blood also takes away their immortality, so after a hundred years, their bodies wither away and die."

He ran over, jumping over bodies and other fights till he got to her lifeless body just laying there. "I love you, Sasha. Please wake up." He nudged her body with his snout, but nothing. That's when a wolf grabbed him by the ankle, while another bit down on his neck. He became weak in that moment. "Surrender and survive. Keep the pack alive and keep us in your hearts. Save those who are left," Felix said through the mindlink before being killed. His body falling atop Sashas. The pack lowered themselves into submission, baring their necks to the other pack as Alpha Tristan stepped forward from the shadows.

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

Aero turns his head and looks into the room to his right, seeing his brother's burning red eyes as he taps into the vampire's head, whos holding an M4 16 and unloading it in Evelyn's direction. The Omega rolls across the ground as gun shells ricochet off the ground. The Elder feels the moment he enters the vampire's mind and then watches in satisfaction as he turns the gun and unloads it in his mouth. Evelyn's white hair bounces as she spins with her claws extended. She comes to a stop as her claws slice through the throat of the last vampire in the room, and his body hits the floor. “The dungeon is this way,” she motioned with her hand before turning and running toward the door in the far l

"And unexplained Neratomay deaths?" On that I hesitated. "None that I'd describe as unexplained." Malarias stared at me. "A vampire not five years turned did not properly secure his home," I continued. "Sleep took him while in the living room of his house. A human opened the door, and he never woke again. Two others died in a sanctioned battle, and Tyler was sent to handle two others."