Vampire Cleaner Novels & Stories

“ Get inside. “ I was awake by my imaginations when he spoke up. I did not take a glimpse of him, instead, I just get inside his car and put my seatbelt on. I noticed that his car is really expensive. It’s the latest black Lamborghini Veneno, and I know it cost millions. I'am familiar with cars that’s why I can identify it easily. While he’s driving, the whole place is silent as if there's no one but myself inside. I glanced at him and admire how perfect his looks are, even with his side view face. Then I questioned myself, why is he so cold to me right now? After owning me and my innocence, why do I feel that he changed again with his serious side? Can a cold vampire be tamed? If that’s the

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had surv

"Bloodletting when the vampire is dying." ###

Said Leana. "The various groups of our opponents are also here." Leona added. I looked to the front and saw four hundred standing Vampire High students. In the first passage there are the Wolf Vampires, in the second passage there is the Pure Vampire. On the third hundred there are Witch vampires and on the fourth hundred there are Vampire monsters. In front of us and around the Finish Spot are the non -ordinary Gorbloys because they are all big. Mother gorbloyds. "If those four join forces, we will probably lose." Said Creed.

"Congratulations, Ms. Vance. You’ve successfully opened the Source Code. Which means you are no longer a 'Tenant' of the Holding. You are now a **Competitor**. And in the business of existence... there is no room for competition." From the white square, a fleet of ships emerged. They weren't Reapers. They weren't Architects. They were **The Cleaners**. And they weren't coming to harvest us. They were coming to **Sanitize** the sector.

"I don't care about them. All I care about is finding that mature clean-blooded human and regain my ability." There are different types of clean blood — infant, mature, and stale. Infant clean blood is from a human whose age ranges from months to one year old. While mature is from a teen to adult. And lastly, stale is from an old human being. Infant clean blood will not increase a vampire's ability but it will stop a vampire from aging. The mature clean blood has a delicious taste that will make a vampire stronger, younger and dominant among the rest. Stale clean blood is bitter and does not give you anything other than its disgusting taste. "That's impossible," Diego said, "We are all going

They both went down in a tangle of limbs. Three more hunters appeared. These were better trained. They moved as a unit, two with silver nets, one with a flamethrower. The one with the flamethrower fired, and I barely dodged as a jet of fire scorched the air where I'd been standing. Fire. Vampires hated fire almost as much as UV light. One of Jaxon's wolves, a smaller brown one, leaped over me and slammed into the hunter with the flamethrower. The weapon went flying, spraying fire across the ceiling. Sprinklers activated immediately, drenching the room in water.

he whispered to them, “You’re safe now, I promise.” I saw the flat cap that Elias had taken to wearing recently on the floor and bent to pick it up. I sighed and looked around the carnage in the room. There must have been eight, maybe ten vampires in here. All dead now, of course. This was the part I didn’t like, the cleanup. It was okay when I worked for the Council, a governing organisation for the supernatural community. They had a cleanup department for this kind of shit. Unfortunately, since I hadn’t set foot in any of the Council places in the last six months, I was pretty sure they would tell me to fuck off if I asked for assistance. Plus add that this was technically an unsanctioned

Walking over to me, she handed me a cloth and said, "We have to clean the table and each chair." As I began to wash the chair that Alpha Cole had been sitting in, I noticed that we weren't using any cleaning products, just hot water. I didn't say anything about it though, not wanting to be laughed at again. As if picking up on my thoughts, Heidi said, "We don't use cleaning products here. The werewolves don't like scented soaps. So to clean we just use hot water and good old fashioned elbow grease. We clean the dining room the moment they leave the room so that the blood doesn't stain and the scent of the blood doesn't linger."