Vampire Beast Novels & Stories

I sprang up, launching myself onto his back. I heard a loud crack. Looking up I saw Seb sticking a long sliver stake into the vamps body. Everyone froze just watching the scene. The vampire beneath Seb began to shake and black smoke filtered from his mouth before he burst into a million pieces of ash. Wow totally was expecting that. Now it’s three against two . . . Also wasn’t expecting the vampire whose back I was on to grab my head and flip me off of him. He slammed my back to the ground. He brought his massive fist down but luckily I rolled out of the way in time.

Great, he was drunk! He stumbled out of the darkness, into the pale moonlight. He was, from what I could discern between the shadows covering his appearance, beautiful. He had thick, dark black hair which hung messily in his face and eyes the colour of gold which peered through his silky strands of hair. His sharp white fangs shone brilliantly in the light. He looked about eighteen, though, he could have been one hundred. Vampires aged up to a certain point and then they ceased to age entirely, preserving their youthful appearances for an eternity. There was, however, something familiar about this vampire. I knew I’d seen him before. I just... Could not quite place him. The dim forest wasn’t

In only seconds she would lunge at Tessa; though, I could tell she was trying to keep herself from doing that. “Bernard! Get Fae out of here!” I ordered. Bernard jumped toward Fae and grabbed her by the arms. She screamed out in agony of being deprived of Tessa’s addictively sweet blood. She struggled to get free, but Bernard was much stronger than her. I knew once they were outside, he would use his abilities to calm her, but he needed to get out fresh air first, so she wasn’t being consumed by this hunger. I turned back to the new vampire who was cackling through his swollen face. I clenched my jaw and began to beat the living shit out of him. Blood spilled from his face, and I heard the c

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

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.

He shut his eyes, not wishing to see the monster I was. "Look at me!" I growled, morphing back to human. He needed to trust me first. When he opened his eyes I put him down, maintained social distance and wiped the blood from my mouth with the back of my hand, flashed a warm friendly smile, "am a newly turned vampire, I don't want to kill anyone, so I choose to drink blood without harming innocent people like you doctor. So, here is what we are going to do!" I moved toward him in a blink of an eye. Compulsion was the best way out, "you are going to get me twenty bags of blood in the trash can outside the exit. Forget I was here!" He shut his eyes for a minute, and when he opened them, I had

“Please don't take offense to this, but how are you a vampire hunter? You're not as, um, robust as the other wolves I've seen,” Bella said carefully. He laughed. “Don't take offense to this, but vampires aren't that hard to kill. It's the feral wolves that give me a run for my money. I might be small, but I'm fast, good with weapons and I don't do reckless shit. Plus, my beastform is pretty badass. They reflect our spirits, y'know, not just our bodies.”

And it had grown new limbs—massive, fungal stalks sprouting from its back, weeping white fluid. It roared. The sound shattered the glass in the remaining windows of the Castle. "It molted," Vance said, backing away. "It leveled up." The Beast turned its white, blind eyes toward us. It sniffed. It smelled me. The infection in my blood acted like a beacon. ...dinner... "It wants the rest of the meal," I said, leaning against a pillar. I tried to summon a flare. I tried to pull heat from the air. But the infection in my arms dampened it. The gold light sputtered and died.

It's impossible that he's a vampire because I know he doesn't believe in vampires. “Fourth, the Bervels. Bervels can control the weather. They are the fourth strongest in the vampire clan. They can change the weather easily. You can tell if a vampire is a Bervel if they have attractive blue eyes. And don't make them angry, you might just be hit by a lightning bolt." Weather? Hmm... sounds interesting. I want to meet someone.

With James’ help, the beast sorted out friend from foe and charged into the heart of the battle. The beast grabbed and twisted a starter werewolf’s neck, killing him before he could even cry out. The thrill of the kill flooded the beast, and he roared in satisfaction as he moved on to his next victim. While the others attempted to open the locked doors of the building, the beast was content to tearing apart any of Xavier’s men that dared to show their faces around them.