The Vampire And His Blood Wife Novels & Stories

"The Blood Blight has reached your heart, Isolde. If you don't ingest the Progenitor's Blood immediately, in three days, you will crumble to dust like a statue." I stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, pulling the collar of my black velvet nightgown higher to cover the gray, petrifying patch on my collarbone. As Miles's wife, I had carefully nurtured our marriage for a century, until a fledgling vampire entered our lives. "Still angry?" The heavy wooden door to the bedroom swung open, and Miles strode in. He undid the top button of his collar, his gaze darted toward me, scanning me quickly before looking away.

The woman coughed up blood into her face, the look on that face priceless to her “now you and yours are ours” she said into that womans face The woman stared as a moan of pain made it passed the mouth full of blood “say it” she demanded “yours...” the woman said coughing up blood She took out the stake and used the tip to cut a line on her wrist offering it to the woman who had fallen on her knees. The woman spit out whatever was in her mouth then took her hand taking her wrist to her mouth and pulling her blood and her eyes closed at the ecstasy of the vampire feeding, which shouldn’t have happened , the woman hadn’t bit her. Either way she pulled that hair, the woman complied and her lips

"James, I love you. I just loved you too much—" I stepped back. I didn't let her touch me. "People like you don't get to use that word." The Council came quickly. Attempted murder of a registered noble's partner. Attempted murder of an unborn heir. Falsifying a death to deceive a noble house. Use of a banned compound to interfere with vampire bloodline senses. Any one of those would have been enough. She was screaming my name when they took her away. I didn't turn around. I just stood there, and what kept playing in my head was Elena on the floor of that shed, her hand over her stomach.

God, I don’t want to see his face again, but he’s my husband, so I believe I am going to be seeing his face again. Oh, my Gods. Victor Dragomire is my husband. I stop in my tracks, and I wince when I receive a sharp pain in my head, and I feel something coming off my nose. I touch my nose, and I look at my fingers to see blood. But that is the least of my problems because I can hear something behind me. I turn around slowly to see vampires. The ones that attacked us when we were coming here. The ones with the red eyes and large, sharp teeth.

So I fired at him in response to his earlier comment, “I was just hoping to keep the the creepy stalker vibes off of me. I’m well aware that a little piece of black tourmaline won’t keep vampires away.” “So you know what I am then, mate?” I went a little slack jawed at that. Mate? I was his mate? “Witches don’t have mates,” I scoffed. “But vampires do,” he replied with a slick tone that said ‘I’m more clever than you.’ That got on my nerves a little bit. “We are not mates,” I said and turned to walk away. I needed a drink. And maybe a cigarette. And I definitely needed to consult the cards tonight.

Dayton’s impatience grew thin by the minute. “Alright. Let’s try that again,” he said before slamming the vampire’s head onto the counter. The wood splintered with a sickening crack, the vampire’s skull caving a hole through the surface. The blondes screamed, their heels clattering as they fled, their shrieks piercing the muffled bass. The whole section turned to us, eager to see what was going to happen next. It was a club. Nobody could interrupt us. “Where is my wife?!” Dayton barked at him. The vampire trembled in shock.

I don't mind at all. “ Ahhh! A scream of a woman can be heard. It was a vampire that is sucking and drinking the blood of a fairy. His eyes are bloody red. It was so sudden that I was aware of it's existence. The Vampire looks at me and it just stares at me intently! He let go of the neck and is just sucking for blood. and started running towards at me!

he spat the name like a curse, "He took everything from me. He took the most valuable person in my life. And that is my wife. "He raped my wife," he continued, his voice thick with emotion. "Before he killed her in cold blood." A wave of revulsion washed over me at the sheer cruelty of Ralph's actions, the realization of the depths of his depravity turning my stomach. The vampire's eyes bore into mine, his gaze burning with a fierce intensity. "That's why I came for you," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "To make him pay for what he's done. And you, his mate, will have to taste it too."

It seemed like he didn't drink as much as the previous nights. "What do his eyes look like?" she asked. "They were red. Almost black. They were hollow." He shivered at the memory before turning to her. "It is no surprise. He has no soul." He said. "Is he the one killing the women?" "Yes. He is a monster. A demon. He feeds on these women. That is why I have to kill him or he will grow stronger with every soul he takes." Angelica frowned. All this sounded so unreal, yet she knew there was something behind what her father said. He couldn't just be making up everything. Maybe exaggerating, but something was going on in their town.

"The warehouse was the first. He grabbed my throat, squeezed hard enough to choke me but not enough to leave marks. Then he checked a pocket watch and said he had to go see his wife." Roland's arms dropped to his sides. "His wife." "That's what he said. No report in ten years of tracking has ever mentioned a spouse. No intercept, no informant, nothing." His wife. The words still felt wrong in my mouth. Like a fact that didn't belong in the same sentence as fourteen confirmed kills. I watched the word rearrange something behind his eyes. A decade of building a profile on the most dangerous vampire in the world, and a single detail was pulling it apart.