The Light-devouring Vampire Novels & Stories

I walk inside noting a small flat screen TV playing a live feed of the dance floor. My eyes wander to the section across from us. This section has a bed instead of a sofa, but that’s not what I’m currently gawking at. Two blonde female vampires are topless and are sucking the life out of the male in between them. He actual looks like he’s enjoying it. The vampires begin to rub their chest against him and seductively lick the blood still dripping from his neck. I think this should be grossing me out but I’m so hypnotized by it.

Andro has to fight to stay by his mate's side and fight off the new enemy waging a war against his family; his mafia family while protecting his identity as a vampire. CHAPTER ONE Annika’s POV In the chant of the black night, the stars were the choir, they were nights singing in an unusual pattern, singing a tone of death. Few minutes past ten, the once-cleared skies had transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black as the night laid down in a blanket of darkness.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

It’s should mean something. “What else do you expect from us vampires?” I immediately nodded at what she had said. Now I understand it already. She was right. Vampires like us love dark colors, so maybe this is the lighting that Tita Delia put in her whole house. “But the light is nice, the colors are different. And it changes every second.” “Oh, come on, Harris. You also had this type of device before. I saw it with my two eyes, for your information.” She replied to me.

It was enough to vaporize a city. "Elena!" Killian roared, launching himself forward to take the blow. But I didn't move. I didn't hide. I stepped into the light. As the beam hit my chest, the Mark of the Devourer didn't burn. It opened. My skin didn't char; it turned into a swirling vortex of violet-black smoke. I felt the agonizing heat enter my veins, but instead of destroying me, it found a bottomless hunger waiting for it. I wasn't just holding the light. I was drinking it.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his palm and gazed upon the devil. "What am I now?" Dracula asked, voice as scary as the dead of the night. Manticores devoured Jonathan. Their sharp edged teeth chewed on his limbs, and bones. "A vampire." The devil grinned wickedly.

When the smoke merged with me, it was obvious that doing this was a mistake. Pain sliced through me as if the air was being sucked out of my body. I was suffocating! I imagined how painful a Vampire's final death would be like. Every molecule of my body seemed to be sucked dry of all moisture and matter. I even lost my eyesight—and it all happened in only two seconds. My mouth gaped silently while I tried in vain to gulp in a breath, my eyes bulging.

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.

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."

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