The Temple Of The Vampire Novels & Stories

I see his lips on mine, fangs grazing, hands pulling me close, and it’s like… like gas on a fire, making me fight harder. “Raymond!” Akira shouts, spear flashing, slicing through a vamp’s chest, blood spraying everywhere. “Temple’s up ahead—move your asses!” We run, dodging claws, my light burning a path, Jude’s shadows snapping at vamps like dogs. The temple looms—old stone, hidden in a junkyard, red runes glowing on its walls, pulsing like a bad heartbeat. My chest burns, the curse hissing you’re gonna fail, but I push through, Jude’s hand in mine, bond roaring.

They aren't shaking, but one of them does contain a note. I focus my vision to see where the guy is going, but when I turn to face him, he has already vanished. It's probably not widespread knowledge that Xander might have used his vampire powers to control this person. If it is, then he is his servant. Nevertheless, I suppose the latter is not likely because if it were true, the servant would have spoken with me before entering this temple. In addition to the mythology I've read in my former life, a vampire will undoubtedly be afraid of this temple because it is a holy ground where any devil or mythical creatures who step foot will be burned to ashes.

But to do that, I’ll have to face the Lycan God on my own terms. The journey to the Ancient Temple, by the end of the Blood Moon pack, feels longer than it should. Trees loom around me, branches twisting in the moonlight like silent sentries. As I near the temple, an unsettling chill creeps into the air, as though the forest itself senses something unnatural. The Temple is hidden deep within a cavernous rock formation, cloaked in darkness and surrounded by an eerie silence. As I approach, my senses sharpen. I catch the rotten scent before I see them—vampires. My blood runs cold. What are they doing here?

“There is more. Vampires do not simply mingle with humans. In order to protect you, I have brought you here to the mansion owned by my family within the protection of our coven, but in order for you to stay here, you will have to blend in with the other human women. Those women are considered blood and sex slaves, although slave is not really the correct term as they are here of their own free will and give their bodies willingly.” My eyes widened. Blood and sex slaves? Hell no. I won’t. “I don’t believe you. You’re crazy. Just let me go home.” He growls suddenly making me to stumble back in surprise and out of nowhere I’m being pushed up against the wall as I scream, but not because of the

Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curiosity getting the best of him. Melia arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to tell you that," she replied firmly, her voice as cool as a winter breeze.

Our eyes meet, her smile fading and her eyes darkening, turning vacant almost before she slowly looks away… ----- The moon is high in the sky when Ziahra gives the signal. We are camping near some old run-down temple grounds, the building so old the brick and mortar are crumbling. The energy in the air is tense, yet stagnant. The unease rolling through the vampires is palpable as they watch the shadows through the trees, like they are expecting the ghosts that haunt this place to show their faces at any second. Peering up at the old temple, the arched windows are cracked and stained. The glass is smokey, the colour and hues of what was once stained coloured glass, almost unnoticeable from mi

“Oh, my child. I forgot one of humanity’s greatest joys, embracing.” I could have spent the entire day just hugging her, staying close to her, and relying on her strength. Eventually, I released her, knowing I couldn’t be selfish. My mother belonged to all werewolves, so I stepped back and composed myself. “What brings you to this temple?” Her expression turned serious. “Vampires and the Blood Crystal. They’ve been amplifying their power, cheating death with the blood of Lunas, of werewolves, and I...”

Darren and I are staring at the same spot, unfortunately, the spot is not visible, so I decide to use a revelation technique that Francesca taught me. In my hands I form a transparent black orb—explode it in the direction where the screams are coming from. The shock wave detects to me that there are ten vampires and one wounded body further away...near my temple. “It’s ten vampires, but there’s a one wounded further west.” “Sky you go to the wounded... I and my men take care of those cold ones.” “I’ll wait.” “You too.” I give him a quick kiss and start running towards the river— transform to be quicker and use my speed. Arriving at the temple I see a man with his back to me and a girl on the

Victoria The Moon Temple loomed before me like a cancer on the landscape. What had once been a sacred place of worship now pulsed with malevolent energy that made my skin crawl. The very air tasted wrong—metallic and bitter, tainted by the dark magic Marcus had been weaving here for months. My oak guardian set me down at the temple's entrance, its wooden face creaking as it surveyed the corrupted structure. "The stones scream, young mistress," it rumbled. "They beg for cleansing."

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.