The Temple Of The Vampire Novels & Stories

Those three are terrifying! Sir Darenn looks puzzled when I look at him. What about Sir Darenn? Is he similar to them? Is he also a monster? Is the child in front of me a monster as well? I gulped, and my entire body trembled in fear; they're vampires, not humans. They're bloodthirsty monsters who are terrified of the sun. That's why the mansion is so dark, and they only leave at sunset. Once again, I see the child slowly approaching me; he's debating whether or not to approach me, and he's about to cry, but he suddenly runs up to me, and I was surprised when he hugged me tightly.

So he nodded. “I will wait until your return,” he said. “I have a gift for you,” she said softly, just as hell broke loose in the entrance of his mansion. The yell of one of his vampires was heard as a woosh of brightness entered the pool room, three of his people turning to ash in seconds as a silver stake streaked through the air. “Mavery, you lied!!” came the yell of a woman in all black as she rushed forward, as another of his vampires trying to stop her entrance went down.

She pulled it from the shelf and opened it to the first page. It seemed to be a history of the first fight between the werewolves and vampires over a place called the Temple. She glanced up at the tapestry. The Temple had to be the building on the tapestry. According to the book, the Temple was desecrated and each side blamed the other for it though they were both punished: vampires were bound in the darkness, and werewolves were forced into human form. It didn’t say if there was a way to earn forgiveness or repair the place, and Daphne couldn’t make out whether it was just a part of the creation myth or not, but she bet there was some truth to it.

He rubbed my arms, and I slipped into his embrace where he held me without speaking. Later that night I transported myself to my Council house, the old creepy mansion that I had first visited when turned, the place where I had been burned and tortured. I suppressed my desires to flee, not wanting the Council to know how difficult it still was for me to step a foot into the place. For a split moment before appearing, a vampire has the ability to see his or her destination, which is helpful in preventing oneself from transporting over a cliff.

At the other end he could see candle lights and an entrance he shifted back once he'd made it through. Only when inside did he realize he was standing in a temple. The walls had old Aztec writings scribbled on it high alters stood in the middle with shackles and chains connected to it. On both sides at the top were twelve high places where twelve elders were meant to stand. Twelve vampire elders. Recognizing a particular writing that said 'temple of blood' his eyes widened in surprise. This was one of the ancient temples vampires used for rituals of resurrection or to kill traitorous vampires.

Abu asked and all the angels stood quietly, still in surprise and desperately waiting for the Archangel’s answer. He let out a heavy breath, “There is an only way to kill the vampire, Abu. You knew that there’s a way, don’t ever forget that,’’ he frowned and Abu gulped in fear, clearing his throat and stood up, he knew that only way, and he was against it. As a vampire, angels were also immortal but of course, there’s also a way to put an immortal to the fire of death, there was always a way to kill them no matter how immortal you knew they were.

The wolf smiled—a heartbreaking expression on his gaunt, half-starved face. "He's coming," the wolf whispered. "He wears your face." A chill ran down her spine. "What do you mean?" she asked. "Who wears my face?" The wolf didn't answer. His body went limp, eyes fluttering closed. Zevi knelt beside her. "Did he say what I think he said?" Veyra stood, heart pounding. "We need to find the central chamber. Fast." They pushed deeper into the temple, descending a narrow spiral staircase that groaned with every step. The walls here pulsed with strange veins—black roots or tendrils, growing in and out of the stone. Zevi reached out to touch one and hissed, pulling his hand back.

Thaelen’s body followed patterns learned long ago in that very room, on that very bed, with Besafora, and practiced over and over again with dozens, hundreds, of the acolytes that came and went, becoming vampire and taking their roles within the temple. Would he ever find a mate to make love to? He wondered. Was there a reason he had not found his person, yet? He came, crying out his pleasure, relieved that his c-ck not again failed him, and rolled onto his back. “Would you care to drink, my king?” A male acolyte offered his wrist. “The temple does not experience the shortages and deprivation of the rest of Concordia. You can drink your fill, none of us have been fed from in days.”

Chloe approached the dome-shaped structure with torn roofs that stood in front of her. Maya had asked to meet her here. "Why had she been acting strange? Especially after I read that book." She thought aloud. She accessed the old and abandoned temple located on the outskirt of Vampire City. As she went closer to the big door at the entrance, she could smell the dust that covered the building. She entered the dark hall and proceeded toward what looked like an altar. The room where she had picked the book up before. This she did with serious caution.

I have to hide before the vampires make it here because I’ll give away my friends’ location. Before I bend down to look for the opening to the crawlspace Travis explained, I notice a carving on the wall behind the altar. Reaching out, I trace the familiar form of the Moon Goddess, her hands reaching out, as if she were trying to offer her people something. My forehead crinkles in surprise. This was a wolf shifter temple? Judging by Nelson’s story, I thought it had to be from some other religion. Why would a temple to honor the Moon Goddess be standing here? I’ll have plenty of time to think about that while I wait for the sun to come up, assuming no pale white hands reach down into my hiding