Vampire Bite Shot Novels & Stories

The one-bite per day rule was at least overseen well. Vampires could bite more than once, theoretically, but anything more than three times for long drinks per day would be dangerous. Speaking of which, I reached down into my pocket and pulled out some powder, needing to remind myself to upkeep my health here. Sprinkling it into my water, I waited until the substance dissolved before drinking it. Sweet citrus hit my tongue as I took a few gulps, letting out a sigh of satisfaction. A feeling like electricity rushed through my veins, a different sort of satisfying pleasure from sex

I said while twirling a sword in my hand. “Are you challenging me? It is a joke?” “Häagen Dazs?” “Deal.” William pulled out his silver gun. We’re wearing front-back formations. Trust each other’s backs. Those vampires started attacking both of us at the same time. I pointed my slash and prick at them. In one slash, three vampires split up and turned to black ash. A loud bang of music accompanied our hunt tonight. One vampire threw a medium-sized beer bottle at me. I quickly twisted my body and kicked the bottle until it broke. Fragments of the bottle stuck to the bodies of the vampires right in front of me. They moan in pain.

Up ahead, I spot an abandoned alleyway and I use my vampire speed to sprint there in seconds. I gently place Quinn on the ground. Her eyes are shut, and she moans as I move away from her. Within minutes, her breathing becomes more shallow. If she is going to survive the newborns venom, I need to act fast. I expose my fangs, using them to tear her jeans like a blade. As soon as I see the bite mark on her thigh, I gasp. Dark veins are already snaking their way up her thigh to her stomach. I grit my teeth and take a deep breath to steady my nerves. Placing my fangs into the incision the other vampire made as soon as her blood enters my mouth, I can taste the toxins flooding down my throat. I ju

A dangerous look entered his glowing eyes as he raised the gun, pointing it at them. "This is not just any gun, Alisha," Dante said, his voice smooth and cold. "This gun is coated with very fine sand. And guess where the sand is from. The moon. And I know how you vampires hate light. To imagine what happens when a bullet lands on your heart. Maybe I should try it out." Before anyone could move with vampire speed, Dante turned quickly. He picked up the gun and shot. The gunshot was incredibly loud. The silver bullet tore through the air and hit one of the younger cousins right in the leg.

“How can we trust you to lead us? You’re nothing but a bas-“ BANG! A gunshot echoes through the hall and from the corner of my eye, I see Elena flinch. The second man slumps back onto his chair with a silver bullet stuck to his forehead. A silver bullet through the head is to us what wooden stakes through the heart are to vampires. No one that I know has ever survived being shot with a silver bullet in the head, or heart. Our healing factor just doesn’t work around these little pellets. I lift up my gun and blow away the smoke at the barrel before aiming it at the first man. “Anyone else here has anything to say?” I repeat.

By my mates ! “Yes,” Bella smirked as she saw my eyes turn into pleading ones with amusement. “No touching us too. Otherwise we will spank you and chain you up,” she warned as her eyes took in my writhing figure before crashing her mouth on my perked up nips and biting on them erot*cally while Dominic did not waste time in swallowing my length. “Daddy,” I tried to plead to my vampire mate, thinking that he would relent for his spoilt pup but was soon arching my back when Bella bit on my n*pple harder in warning.

Shadow opened his eyes slightly and smiled up at the Zombie bitch. “Scarlett is it really you?” he asked, wheezing. Yea it’s me, I don’t know what is happening, but I need to help you now.” She said, and he nodded, closing his eyes. The zombie bitch bit into her wrist and placed her wrist in his mouth and he latched on, sucking greedily. All of a sudden, he began to choke, and even more blood was coming out of his mouth than before. ‘What the hell Hawk, what’s happening, why is he not healing?” I asked immediately, putting his head back on my lap, pulling him, so he is on his side. “I don’t know it should have worked. Maybe it’s because she is a vampire as well. Her blood may be poisonous, b

the voice said. Before he could turn around, there was a shot and a bullet pierced his skin. He turned around immediately in surprise. The opening the shot had made on his skin stung badly. Bullets weren't supposed to Hurt vampires. This Hurt because it wasn't just any kind of bullet. The blond screamed again, but George paid no attention to her nor did he try to stop her when she took off, her hand holding the cut on her neck which was still bleeding since he didn't get the chance to heal her.

Alice didn’t hesitate to use her spare gun and shoot him in the heart this time. "That wasn’t so bad." Alice’s eyes widened. She was sure that she hit the vampire’s heart, but the pureblood didn’t even flinch. She was close enough to the vampire to see how his wound was closing up, and the bullet dropped on the ground in a span of a few seconds. His healing rate was so fast that his body literally spewed the bullet after. After so many encounters with Elijah, she didn’t take a chance and brought extra guns, but they seem to be useless.

She yanked him forward and slammed him into the blackened stone tree behind her. The trunk groaned. Bark cracked. Tatiana's eyes blazed now, crimson and fierce. "Who sent you?" she hissed. But he only smiled. "You're already too late." Before she could react, he bit down on something hidden in his mouth. A vial shattered. Smoke poured from his mouth and eyes, curling into the air like screaming mist. He burned from the inside out—ashes falling to the moss like snow. Tatiana stood still for a moment, chest rising and falling, her hand bleeding from the poisoned cut.