The Light-devouring Vampire Novels & Stories

The sky rumbled with its voice. “Burn me? You carry the light that failed. The light that feared me.” The goddess trembled harder, a shiver of terror racing down my spine. She was afraid. Truly afraid. The Devourer leaned closer, its form bending over me like a collapsing night, swallowing the moonlight. “Give me the flesh she hides in,” it whispered. “And I will be gentle.” My stomach lurched. “No.” “Then I will take it.” The Devourer reached for me.

I just woke up one day with a handsome vampire by my side, offering me a contract marriage. I knew it was like being courted by the devil, yet like a foolish lamb who laid herself on the sacrificial table, I reached for his hand, not knowing that it would consume my reckless heart. ******

“Come on,” She shifted and pushed her knees into the mattress, feeling somewhat compelled to climb down and trail after him.“Where are we going?” At that, his head turned to cast her a look from over his shoulder, his brow raising.“Why, to save your lover, of course.” The greedy vampire held the human trapped in her iron grip, her bloody red eyes wide and unfocused as she drew lazy mouthfuls from the human’s throat. She’d been at it for a while now, sucking dry body after body. She was growing voracious. Insatiable.

I held the ‘aim’n flame’ lighter to its nozzle, triggered the flame, depressed the spray, and a fountain of beautiful orange-red flames engulfed the mass of deformed flesh lurching toward me, hitting it full in the face. It stumbled back, flailing something that I wasn’t sure were arms, shrieking and gurgling. It slammed into the things following it into the room. Engorged with a fierce sense of triumph, adrenaline flooding my veins, I limped after it, triggering off yet another fiery burst, filling the doorway with fire.

It is used to damage the memory power of a person making them unable to remembering things. Broken inside yet I picked up the third bottle and turned it around. A little speck of light still shining in the corner of my heart even when everything laid in pieces on the floor. Crystellar. And, that was it. This was it. Not even a little ray of light. The show was over. It was dark all around as I stood there on the stage with my head hung low. Crystellar. It was a drug marked forbidden by The First Vampire King for some reason which was not stated in history.

Angel of light, her mother was the angel of light, Madeline looked at the sun and suddenly felt she saw her mother's face in it. The light chuckled cruelly, the other one was even more complicated. "Damien Lafayette, born of Henry Lafayette the vampire and Raelynn..and unknown species.." The light was confused it just couldn't see the other side of Damien. "Little boy..got some secrets hey!.." Damien frowned..he knew he couldn't defeat, this devouring light. So he bit his lips and kept quiet. "Sigh...it's been fun but..I'm still hungry!.." After saying that it grew bigger, as it started devouring everything.

Swinging my urumi in rapid circles, I cut into the outer layers of bloodsuckers, but as fast as the thin steel blades flay out pieces of undead flesh leaving dark magic flames to consume them, new vampires are porting in, all of them hellbent on getting to Sylvia. The shrieks of the burning pierce the air accompanied by cries of victory from my other sisters as their own battles end and they emerge into the center of the house, enraged and lusting for more. Six of us strike at ground level trying to get to Sylvia, with Jenny still covering us from above, but in the end, she’s overwhelmed. The filthy bloodsucker who gets to her—a dark-haired smokey-eyed male wearing casual clothes and a black

“I am here. And I still want you. So fucking badly. If we survive this, I am going to pin you down and fuck you until you cannot remember your own name.” His words sent a rush of heat through me despite the pain. I rubbed against him, needing that connection. “I want that. I want you deep inside me again. Hard. Rough. Claiming me like only you can.” The pup’s voice was barely a whisper. “Mama… Dad… it hurts… but I can still feel you both.” Damien nuzzled me one more time. “Hold on, little one. Your dad is not done fighting yet.” The Devourer lowered its head deeper into the pit. Its jaws opened wide, purple light growing stronger. The pulling force on my belly became so intense I cried out a

"The tower is not a home." "It is a prison." --- A cold silence filled the room. Liana stepped closer. "A prison for what?" The Devourer looked toward the black moon. "I don't know." The First Light moved toward it. "You have seen this before." The Devourer nodded. "Long ago." "Where?" The Devourer looked at Liana. "Inside myself." Liana frowned. "What does that mean?" "When I was the First Hunger, I consumed worlds." "I believed everything I consumed disappeared."

It was none other than the man who ‘died’ in the quicksand earlier. The tanned guy scowled unhappily and said, “Monster, why did you sneak into our team?” The vampire laughed sharply and said, “Don't you know what I want? I want your blood!” With a wave of his robe, a black light shot out, extinguishing all the torches. The rest of them picked up their guns and fired wildly at the vampire. In the dim light, they vaguely noticed his figure. Philip tried to catch sight of the vampire with his senses.