Vampire Cookie Fanart Novels & Stories

ANBV is a Artificial Nutritional blood for vampires. Gustavo twirled a loose button on his lab coat, his brow furrowed with worry. Obviously, he took the boss's temper much more seriously. "She's the perfect solution for the vampire who is still compelled to bite. And she'll be available in whichever race or gender you prefer." "You're going to make male toys, too?" Malcolm asked. "Yes, eventually." The loose button tumbled onto the floor. Gustavo picked it up and stuffed it in a pocket. "Jacob thought we could advertise her on the Digital Vampire Network. You'd have your choice of ANBV Brown, ANBV Black—"

"Anyone who associates with you is not innocent. But I'm talking about the human girl you abducted two days ago from a nightclub." Confusion ran through me at Francis' words. I leaned forward as the grip on the phone tightened. "I never did anything of the sort." Sol denied it immediately. Francis pulled out a phone to show Sol something, but I couldn't see what it was. "Is that so? Reports say that a woman named Kaya Taylor, aged 25, was seen at your place of residence recently. You are in violation of taking a human into the residency of a well-known pureblooded vampire without the permission of the VHO." (Note: Vampire Hunter Organization=VHO)

Long hair is scattered all over the coffin, each strand is jet-black, soft as silk, flowing smoothly under the body. Oralie looked at the girl lying in the coffin, her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes showing a thoughtful expression. Because the coffin had been lying here for so long that it was covered with moss. However, lying inside was not a dry skeleton with white bones, nor a corpse rotting to the bone, but a young girl. A young girl who may be still in her youth but is infected with the ultimate grief of May. Obviously, the one lying here was a vampire, a blood-sucking demon that was at least a few hundred years old.

They don’t crave power, power craves them. Virelai (VEER-uh-lye) – Artists of death and decadence, Virelai vampires are known for their passion, charm, and sadism. They throw the best parties and the deadliest duels. To love a Virelai is to dance on the edge of a blade. Corvax (KOR-vaks) – Stoic and militaristic, Corvax vampires serve as enforcers of the old blood laws. Loyal to tradition and bound by honor, they breed warriors, executioners, and kingslayers.

CALANTHA “We’re thinking of serving vampire ceviche shots, avocado and pomegranate bruschetta for the vegan-friendly fae and witches, moon macarons, and a few other dishes you can see here on the menu.” Lorita, the head cook, explained to Queen Adeline as she showed her the digital menu on her tablet. “All the food and drinks will be specially prepared to suit every species,” she continued. “We’ll also have color codes to avoid any mix up. Red for werewolves, violet for witches, blue for sirens, black for vampires, and green for fae…”

Seeing him with a sadistic smile as he licked the blood off his lips. But all in all, I am ejoying the meals that the chef is serving and I got to meet new people too. I ate a lot of variety dishes. They were delicious even though I spent it with Mr Vamps whom I am to confirm. I might be wrong after all I have not seen him in the wrong. Only his pale skin nothing else. Those dreams may be wrong or true. I have been avoiding him since the party and when we engage in a conversation, it is him asking and me replying to his questions facing on the floor afraid to meet his eyes.

From those that brought you Flashbacks, comes this on edge murder mystery with a stint of romance, yet a handful of suspense. Vamp doesn't fail to send the most realistic message to the readers, shedding some light on some of the most endangering truths about sex, money and drugs. And murder, nevertheless bringing out some light amidst all the darkness. **** Written by Onyemaobi

Then a photo popped up. A close-up of a study. Dim lighting. A mahogany desk. A glass of dark red liquid. And right in the center, an open ancient parchment book. My fingers froze over the keyboard. My smile died. The blood drained from my face, leaving my limbs freezing cold. Stamped on the cover of that book was a dark gold crest. A snake eating its own tail, with a bleeding ruby for an eye. The Ouroboros crest of the Valerius vampire clan.

Why did someone of his kind just appear out of the blue and seemed like she was craving my death? "Fucking bloodsucker. Have you not known whose territory you are into?" Jaxon asked firmly, I could see the muscles in his forearm flexing and I was afraid that he would just burst out and fight the vampire woman and then end up getting hurt because of me later on. "I know very well. Your pack's territory, am I right?" the woman said, one corner of her lips tugged up sarcastically. "Then you better leave while I can still hold myself or else you would not have the chance to see the moon later this night," Jaxon warned with so much intensity in his velvety voice.

I’ve often been told what the mate bond feels like, but feeling it for myself is WOW. Then, a sinfully delicious Cajun accent spoke, and I felt a need and desire I didn’t know was possible. He said he was first in line. My heart was racing as I turned to face my mate. I was dumbfounded by what I saw under the festival’s brightly colored lights. I recognized him. Auðr. My mate is Auðr, the lead singer of Immortal Eclipse—the vampire who Caleb Cobain turned. My mate is a vampire! “Mate,” Eclipse growled, taking my shock as their chance to speak.