The Loud House Vampire Novels & Stories

She went back to her notebook and then to her bank account. “Should I keep doing this?” She asked herself, feeling a little guilty about spending so much money on her vampire-hunting obsession. But after a few seconds, she snapped back to reality. “Why should I feel bad about spending money on something I really wanted? I’ve been seriously wondering if vampires really exist, and now that I know they do, why am I having such doubts?” She was shaking her head to help dispel her thoughts and guilt. “This is once in a lifetime chance that I will have, so this is worth it. When compared to seeing a real vampire, four million pesos is nothing!” She said, trying to smile after a few seconds. “But i

Sonya heard some hard bumping sounds from those closed doors. She was close to faint as she heard Marquise was screaming. Marquise released her grip on Sonya’s neck. She was holding her back and Sonya saw a horrendous scene. She saw Louis’ hand was throwing a cut of fresh meat from the bumped back Marquise had but that vampire drained the blood from the other piece of meat. He drank the blood dripping from those fresh cut meat. ‘Gosh, he had cut that old witch’s back using his long sharp scissors shaped finger nails…’ Sonya’s half human emotions got startled and shivered with her frightened eyes kept staring at Louis as a vampire.

He growled in response. "Move" he commanded Summer moved forwards towards the back of the house. Lucien's senses had been alerted and he was on the prowl for the enemy. Taking her hand they ran. As fast as they could into the early morning. She heard the crashes sounding in the house. Knew when the voices raised that they had found the burnt body of the banshee. "Whats ....in the house" she said breathlessly He quickly looked at her "Vampires....." Her eyes bulged. Not because of the supernatural beings that he had just identified. But the voices that she was certain she could hear in her house as she was leaving.

No lies, no secrets. Everyone starts to mumble all at the same time and the room becomes so noisy. They are all worried and I don’t blame them, I am worried too, but I will figure this out. I won’t let that monster win. "The vamps?" someone in the crowd asks. I shake my head "Not the vampires, just one. His name is Cassius Blade." "What does he want from us?" "He wants us dead."

___________________________________ The Founding Ten Families: Vampire Houses- House Blackwell: Based in Charleston, South Carolina. Oversees finance and wealth management for the Accord. House Vortova: Based in Anchorage, Alaska. Controls the private military that enforces the Accord. House Caerwyn: Based in Vermont. Experts in vampire lore and the Binding. House Moreau: Based in New Orleans, Louisiana. Controls the Registry and oversees the blood clubs that host Registry donors. House Slavius: Based in San Francisco, California. Keepers of the archives and preservation of the Crimsonborns.

Liam says as we drive to the address that we were given for this vampire. “As if anything or anyone could take me from you, Liam,” I say, knowing he’s worried about having me with him. I need him focused in case this vampire is one of the bad ones. When we arrive, the house is exactly what you’d expect from a vampire. It’s on the outskirts of town and looks like an old, dark castle. We drive up to the gate and announce ourselves. “Mr. Northway is not accepting visitors at the moment,” the person on the other end of the speaker says.

"Not tonight." The heavy thud of the drums stops. The stage lights flip from a deep red to a harsh, blinding white. A man steps onto the small wooden platform in the centre of the room. He is a vampire, his skin the colour of skimmed milk under the halogen bulbs, his dark hair wild and matted with sweat. He holds the microphone tight, his long fingernails tapping against the metal mesh. "We have royalty in the mud tonight," the vampire says. His voice rings through the speakers, cracking with static. He looks directly at our booth. "An old friend has crawled out of the dark."

said the vampire in that Russian accent accompanied by a smile, revealing a pair of fangs. I heard the crunching of bones in Shaun’s hand. I looked down and saw his claws, beginning to elongate, turning it into sharp claws. “Back off,” Shaun whispered softly to me. I did as he said. The moment I stepped back, an animal-like roar escaped from Shaun’s throat and he quickly rushed towards the vampire. The vampire teleported in front of me first, but before he could touch me, Shaun grabbed the vampire's arm. Shaun flipped the vampire on the floor without difficulty. The second time Shaun tries to knock the vampire down, the vampire pulls out the gun and shoots Shaun's body three times in a row.

My Dad called. My Paps beamed, wiggling excitedly in his seat. “We’re in here,” he called back. My Dad bustled into the living room, breathing heavily. He was clutching an empty re-usable shopping bag, and Paps frowned at it. “You didn’t get any dessert?” He asked, tutting. “No, I –“ my Paps’s eyes darted wildly around the room. He paused, stumbling against the doorframe and trying to catch his breath. “There’s been another vampire attack.”

I could hear him as clearly as if I was standing next to him. I listened while he instructed two male vampires on the order of events. It was clear he was running the show. After a few moments he held his hand up and the crowd grew so silent I was fearful they’d be able to hear the faint buzzing noise my hematite was making. One of the humans moaned. I looked at them more closely. It was then that I realized they were hobbled and dazed. There were more than I realized too. I counted about two dozen; eight very heavy women and sixteen large and burley men. The continual moaning of a woman deep within the human huddle sounded like a mixture of misery and ecstasy. It reminded me of the moa