Vampire Cleaner Novels & Stories

Just as the Vamp steps forward, the air around us wavers. Someone blurs into existence between the Vamp and me just as I hear a loud snap, accompanied by the Vamp’s lifeless body on the floor, a large gaping hole in his chest, and his heart lying on the floor beside him. “Hello mate,” the Vamp’s killer smiles at me, offering me something white that is coated in red sticky liquid. It’s the Vampire's fang. He didn’t just kill him; he pulled out his fang. The most humiliating way to kill a Vampire.

Their howls rippled through the night, coordinated, sharp. I stood still for a moment, staring at the corpse. His body twitched once, reflex, nothing more but I didn’t trust it. I called one of my men forward through the link. Burn him. Nothing else touches the body. “As you command.” Two wolves approached cautiously, dragging chain mesh and containers of special accelerants. The moment the metal touched the vampire’s flesh, smoke hissed from the contact, the stench vile enough to make even my stomach turn. I turned away.

My eyes instinctively fell shut as I braced myself for the blow, but a calm voice interrupted before her manicured fingers could connect with my already stinging cheek. "My lady, there's no need to soil your hands on account of the hunter." The stoic vampire had stepped smoothly forward, gently taking Eliza's raised hand and carefully wiping her blood-tipped fingernails clean with a pristine white cloth. "You need only say the word and we will handle all the dirty work for you."

My house has never been cleaner. Funny, how hard it is to get back to your normal routine after almost sleeping with a sixteen-hundred-year-old vampire and there’s a chance a Gatekeeper of the underworld is walking around the Midwest. Yesterday, after visiting Betty at her parents’ house, I deep cleaned my kitchen. And I mean deep. I took expired food out of my pantry and reorganized my herb cabinet. I even vacuumed under the stove. Then I moved onto my bedroom. Dusted everything, changed the sheets, and changed out all my protective crystals for freshly charged ones. I tackled the bathroom next and then crashed on the couch with a bottle of sweet red wine while watching 80s movies.

Many were killed or seriously injured. Meanwhile, the leaders of the Echelon Vampire Clan were forcibly taken into a dark and cold underground room. The room turned out to be a secret chamber built by humans for the purpose of capturing and killing vampires. The room had walls and floors lined with iron and silver, two metals that could weaken the power of vampires. It also had small windows that could be opened and closed as the humans wished.

's why the vampire race still retains its pure power until now. Unlike the purifiers, because of the power in the human world, they accept to trade the purest blood to marry a foreigner with a human, in return, they gain immense power and status. high in society. The task of the purifier is to destroy the vampires who commit the most cavalier errors, they have the task of killing and purifying those criminals to deter them. But in the coming centuries, the purifiers no longer do that, vampires no longer kill people indiscriminately and no longer live apart from society, they mingle, do business and join the army. , began to marry foreigners but in small numbers. They also began to have feeli

And it made Harris furious because as a witch, she dared to order his vampires with so confidence, but he had been silent for so long thinking of his gain, and now his patience was broken. These words also went to Verada's ego, 'how come vampires who don't know magic have such an attitude?' Just thinking about it, Verada crushed and destroyed her handmade elixir. 'CLINK!' At the sound, everyone around looked at Verada's hand. They saw a small, thin glass of Verada's hand shatter into pieces and something of the purple color that came out of it vanished right instant. And seeing their reaction, a little smile appeared on Verada's face.

If you kill a Vampire in a fair fight, all of his or her property reverts to you. I owned Johan's house, his blood donors, and his seat on the Vampire Council. I'd gone from a lowly Third Generation illegally turned by a Rogue and set to be put to death to become a Master Vampire and a Council member because of a broken piece of wood. But we don't talk about that …

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.

She's the chosen one so she'd naturally feel attached to our species without even knowing. "Uhm, do you want me to set up a bed for you?" She asked me. "I wouldn't be sleeping." "So you're just going to sit there and watch me sleep?" "Basically. Or I could lay on the bed with you if you'd like." I shot her a smirk knowing full well what effect it had on her. Vampires could sense pretty well human emotions. She took a dazed glance at my lips then refocused back on my eyes. "N-no there would be more than fine." With that, she hopped on her bed and grabbed her laptop making me frown while watching her silently.