Vampire Assassins Novels & Stories

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

“It was your father's. Your mum and your dad wore matching bracelets but before your parents died, they gave you hers. And we got this from your dad's dead body.” “Who killed them?” I asked with tears full in my eyes ready to pour down. She hesitated, breathing in. “The vampires. They killed them when the Hunters and vampires had a serious war.” “So Lucian?” “He was the leader of the pack.” I broke into tears. “Crying will not solve the problem. Action will. So help us destroy him or die being his ally.” I looked at them, searching their eyes for answers to who I truly am and all I saw was hunger for vengeance.

And everyone started screaming while the rain started to fall fallowed by lightning's while the surroundings suddenly turns dark. Waylan just stood up and watch what is happening. "What is happening!" everyone asked. And from that burned mountain you can see creatures running going towards humans. They are the vampires who live from the burning mountain. They attack humans out of anger. "No!" Waylan murmured when one vampire attacked her.

But something feels wrong as Lucian approaches, some instinct that operates below conscious awareness sending urgent warnings. The scent hits a moment later. Blood. Vampire blood specifically, which smells different from wolf blood in ways that enhanced senses detect easily. And underneath the blood scent, the distinctive markers that identify the specific vampire currently occupying Lucian's thoughts far too consistently. Lucian runs the remaining distance and finds Lior backed against the pavilion's far wall by three vampire hunters who are clearly not from Thornhaven's regular forces. These are assassins, wearing the dark leathers and carrying the blessed silver weapons that mark them as

Van must have been very confident in the abilities of the individuals she placed on this team as their task would not be easy. As Ward had explained it, Dracula had a lair beneath the castle where he held three temptress Vampires. They were extremely dangerous assassins who had the ability to manipulate their opponents, particularly those of the male variety. Van offered no explanation for why she had chosen this particular group, but Ward assured them it was purposeful. Perhaps she knew they were the least likely to be distracted by the sirens’ beauty.

Xavier said, leading us out of the alley. KEVIN and the other vampire strode ahead of him, guns drawn as they hurried toward our two SUVs. The vampire arrived first and opened the driver’s door. “Wait!” CLAIRE yelled at him. Too late. He’d climbed in and then slammed the door shut. A deafening boom ripped across the parking lot. We ducked for cover, all three bosses using their bodies to shield mine. When I glanced up, both of our SUVs were up in flames. Shit! These motherfucking assassin assholes!

But she hasn’t been drained—her neck’s been snapped. This isn’t a feeding assault on a remote farmhouse—it’s an assassination. From upstairs, Jenny rains throwing stars into the lunging, insectile vampires, but she’s limited by their proximity to Sylvia. Swinging my urumi in rapid circles, I cut into the outer layers of bloodsuckers, but as fast as the thin steel blades flay out pieces of undead flesh leaving dark magic flames to consume them, new vampires are porting in, all of them hellbent on getting to Sylvia.

I didn't lay a hand on her, but I used my towering frame to back her entirely against the vanity. ​"Thirty Shadow-walkers, Zara," I growled, bracing my hands on the table on either side of her hips, trapping her. "Elite vampire assassins. They ambushed General Vesh’s scouting party at the Silver Creek bridge. They nearly slaughtered us all." ​"I... I..." She pressed herself backward against the mirror, tears of genuine, unadulterated terror welling in her eyes. ​"Before I took the last assassin's head," I continued, my voice cold and merciless, "he thanked the 'pretty bird in the gilded cage' for the tactical information."

But vampires have extraordinary healing abilities, the wound healed in a second. " Boss, it seems like NIDO is working with some secret intelligence agency. The assassins of the intelligence team are very skilled and experienced in mass attack and killing. They're using silver bullets and knives to do the brutal harm," Lucifer informs. " But those silver bullets can only kill the lower ranking vampires. The managers and my men are getting killed." Lucifer scratches his forehead and awkwardly replies," It looks like someone discovered the white blood cell's poison obtained from a hybrid. Last month there was a assassin attack on the basement of Grande house where your experiment lab is situat

Lyra whispered urgently. "They aren't just drones," Valerius whispered, his violet eyes glowing with a terrifying clarity. "I can smell them. The Black-Sun Assassins. They’ve bypassed your static. They're already in the basement." At that exact moment, the reinforced doors at the end of the corridor twisted violently then exploded inward. Three figures stepped through the flames. Each assassin held a weapon. Dusk-Blades—weapons designed to sever the connection between a shifter and their primordial form.