Vamp Kitty Novels & Stories

Vanessa smirked as she saw those four vampires fight amongst each other. Alexander was monitoring Becca and his surroundings carefully when a two-hundred-year-old vampire named Benedict appeared in front of him. “Ugh, not you,” Alexander groaned as Benedict has always managed to piss him off just with his annoying face while the words that spilled out of his mouth were even more annoying.

***** Katerina's pov Tomorrow is my 18th birthday is the day that I may get to meet my mate. Hopefully, he's from a visiting pack and can take me away from here. I get up and get ready for my morning of preparing breakfast for everyone. I take my time getting ready because I always get up before everyone so I know I have time. Its hard to get ready quickly with my ribs broke and the bruises. After I am dressed I walk to the kitchen and start making breakfast. I hear a foot step behind me and before I get the chance to see who walked in Ryder throws me to the ground. He informs me that the alpha and beta of the black wolf back will be here today.

She rolled her neck, cracking every bone. "Finally free. Now I'm hungry, who goes first?." She said with an evil look. She looked at the Balian's clan and how brave they looked and not scared. " You think am joking. You don't seem to be afraid." She said and chuckled. "I will start with you handsome." She said as she moved quickly to one of the Balian's clan and with a blink of an eye, even to vampires she bit his neck and sucked out all the blood in him until he turned white.

Demenicus whistled and from behind the large pillars, sculptures, statues and standing armors, several Skull pack werewolves came out with sharp pickaxes and hatchets. The whole hall panicked at the sight of the scary Skull pack scavengers, with their horrid looking tattoos. Kate quickly attempted to run outside and call for back up, but as she ran out, all the guards were dead. She looked around but there was no one around to help. As she was still looking, one of the skull pack scavengers (as they were often called) named Vulture, dragged her by the hair. She cried out in pain as his sharp claws dug into her soft scalp. She could feel the hot blood oozing out, the sting of his claws in her

And to their surprise, she was indeed the most special one among all. Catherine learned about her powers when she turned Four. She would look at her father and say, "I can feel someone whispering some sort of spell in my ears." When Hector asked her to repeat the whisper, she did. And with her spell, she created a whole large garden of flowers. Despite being a vampire, Catty hated drinking blood when she was still a toddler. Some say that even the kids of the early dark lord's hated blood too. But as they starved their baby for more than four days, the child eventually started craving for blood.

Her cold eyes showed hatred far beyond what her teenage years should. "I've fucked you all, and if you think killing me will give you a sense of pride, you're wrong. You will always be whores." Zenya ignored him and called for Vorlyk. Amy appeared with the other vampire. She held the lock's key. Vorlyk flashed into the cage and held the cat while Amy unlocked and then opened the door. They followed Vorlyk upstairs while his hand covered the cat's mouth, not letting him speak. The rest of Nicolas's clan and the wolves from Marcus's waited silently.

Power he was going to cultivate for six months, he got it within how many minutes. “Y_ You are a vampire! You are a vampire!!” Kate's voice drew his attention. He looked at her, with no other option. He strikes her neck, making her fall down. Dead or alive no one knows.

“I will have to get the outfit first. Little Kitten already picked a color, and I just have to bring the outfits here and pick her up.” “You better not let her run all the way from the pack or that place in a gown.” “I wouldn't, like werewolves have derewolves. We also have vampbats and vamphorses. Father, the vampire clan is more developed than the werewolves.” Bartram scoffed. “Impossible.” Luna was more concerned about the animals that he spoke about. “Does the vampbat fly?” She inquired with curious eyes.

I say. I probably shouldn’t be making suggestions and giving advice on stuff I have absolutely no idea about, but c’mon. It’s obvious. “You’re imagining things,” Kitty says. “Besides, he’s not my type.” “What is your type?” I ask, picturing Damon from The Vampire Diaries or some exquisitely chiseled fashion model in a men’s fragrance advert. “Clean cut,” Kitty says. “Polo shirts. Suits. Country club. Not artsy grunge. And not so… so… annoying.”

It says vampires tend to commit crimes in dark places and out of sight. Thinking that Uri's heart couldn't hold back and beat faster than usual. But for now, curiosity overwhelmed his fear. Uri took a deep breath, intending to walk to that alley to observe, but suddenly from that, a black cat came out, looking at him quietly groaning. "Meowwww...." It turned out to be a cat! Uri breathed a sigh of relief, he was thinking too much. There are no vampires here! Uri busts to laugh because of his thoughts. He sat down and stroked the little cat: "Kitty, go home, don't run around like that."