Valentine The Vampire Novels & Stories

“Hailey, what’s going on?! Who was that guy?! And how come we don’t know about him?! How come you’ve never told us that you’ve been meeting up with a stranger?!” “He’s not...a stranger, June. I just...He’s just a friend. I came across nothing else.” I tried to walk out of the room, but June held the door shut, preventing me from dodging this conversation. “Hailey, who was he?” I look deep into her eyes and give up. “His name is Valentine. Believe it or not, he and I are childhood friends. We just met up again.” “Is he a werewolf?” “He’s..” Suddenly, my mind goes blank. Because fuck, I didn’t know what he was.

They hunted together as loose partners just as Fero had with the brethren. Max was a force to be reckoned with. He could be very still and then explode into action with blurring speed. Max was a man never to be discounted under any circumstances, no matter how much he liked to fade into the background. Valentine had been in the monastery on several occasions but the call of his lifemate had been strong and he had left several times to hunt for her. He had found her when she was still a human child. She had been taken by a vampire and given to a puppet to use as food. When she was rescued, eventually, the ancients had to convert her in order to save her.

While she was looking for answers to her questions, something caught her eye. "A black cape? Long-sleeved white shirt? And a red bow?” Cyrille's eyes begin to widen. "This is how a vampire dresses in classic Dracula films!" she exclaimed. “Oh my—” She couldn't finish her words and immediately covered her mouth to keep from shouting. She was overjoyed with the mixed emotions she was experiencing at the time, and she couldn't believe that after days of fruitless hunting, she'd have the good fortune to meet a vampire.

Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies. A pair of red eyes and two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth as though they were always meant to be there. Except there was no blood dripping from his mouth as always described in books. Yet, she was still scared senseless at the sight of a living, vampire right in front of her eyes. He moved closer to her again but this time, she was prepared and understood what he was. She lunged on her feet in fright and prepared to flee. But she had barely moved two steps when that figure appeared in front of her again.

She opened one eye slightly as she replied, “Laura,” “Laura, I'm Larry, I'm a vampire and you should probably hold on tight and try not to scream, the speed might feel strange but remember I've got you.” She nodded frantically, closed her eyes again, tightened her grip around his neck and bit her lip to keep from screaming as Larry whooshed them out. In a matter of seconds, they were in front of a beautiful condo surrounded with white picket fence and lilies that were almost completely dead. Their once vibrant colors now looked faded.

He finished it and took another one from Camilla which he drank hungrily as well. After drinking five bags of blood, he sat on the floor tiredly. "Valerie are you okay now?" he asked him. "Yes Dante" Valerie replied. If Dante had any doubts about his brother being a vampire now, it was all cleared up now. His little brother Valerie was a vampire. After Valerie had cleaned up, they sat in his room in silence. Everybody was deep in thoughts. Valerie surprisingly broke the silence first. "So I heard Ferrante died and his wife is in charge now" he said.

His voice was low and rich, making her skin tingle. “I'm sorry about what happened earlier,” Valen said as he drew closer to her, closing the gap between them. “I momentarily lost control,” he continued. Let me introduce myself, he said in his husky voice sending chills down her body. “I'm Valen, Vampire Lord of the Eastern Clan.” He said, extending his hands for a handshake, his crimson eyes watching her intently. Ella hesitated, her gaze flicking between his face and his outstretched hand. Her thoughts wandered, Are all vampire lords this powerful, intimidating, and… domineering? She quickly shoved the thought away, shaking her head mentally.

"If you cannot bring yourself to love me. I think I will settle for the hate you give." My response seemed to jerk her back to reality. One where I was not the knight in shining armor trying his best to save a maiden in distress. I was the villain in this story and Valentine was definitely not a maiden in distress. "I don't hate you," Valentine pushed back. "I just don't want you anywhere around me. You talk like the crow pack is not constantly messing us up. You are the one messing me up. The convergence of packs and a string of murders. If you want hate, pride yourself knowing that almost every supernatural around hates you and your brother."

I pressed my lips together. “What if… I give him some blood? Not all?” Raccoon’s face tightened. “That might not be enough. The damage… it’s too far gone. He’s a vampire hybrid, not just a wolf. That poison was made for him. You give him half, and you die in vain.” Valentina looked down at her wrist. Then her neck. Could she do it? Could she offer her life… for the devil who stole it? She leaned down slowly, placing her forehead to his.

A familiar voice called in my bedroom. "I'm taking a bath" I answered. The door opened and Valentin entered with a smile. "I really love what I'm seeing" she said seductively as she took off her clothes and stepped in the shower in front of me. Valentine was tall with a slim sexy figure, but what I loved mostly about her was how she wasn't clingy to me, we were more like sex lovers. She knelt down in front of me and took my dick in her hand, I smirked when she began stroking it gently.