Vampire Deku Novels & Stories

Feeling a little suspicious, she typed; "Vampire prince, do you think vampires exist?" Isabella's finger froze, realizing her mistake before she chuckled and typed back. "That's the nickname I give to Derek, you know he is as cold as a grim reaper and he also looks a bit pale, thus, I decided to name him the prince of vampires, don't you think that that identity suits him?" When Thelma saw this, she realized that she has thought too much. Isabella definitely didn't know about the existence of the vampires just like her before so this is just a coincidence.

What was he doing here? Vuk turned to her, throwing a wink. "Who are you?" Elizabeth sneered, clearly displeased with the interruption. "Sorry for coming late to the party. I was busy with various tasks, but I wouldn’t miss an event like this," Vuk said, his tone dripping with charm. "I am Vuk Dracula, brother to the Vampire King." Elizabeth’s demeanor shifted instantly. "Oh! Welcome, welcome to the Red Moon Pack." She practically purred, captivated by the vampire’s presence.

As long as I can hold on to her hand for a while, I'll be okay. Still, there is a more pressing issue at hand. The vampire needs to be dealt with. 'Are you on campus?' I ask Kira, my gamma, through the pack link. She's the only person stubborn enough to treat me like a wayward pup instead of an alpha. She worries too much, but she's the one I trust to handle things when I can't. 'Yeah, why?' She replies. 'Locate Sundew Cafe. The owner's a vampire. He seems to be a very old one. Brown hair, hazel eyes, and a vine tattoo around his wrist. Can you handle him?' I ask.

Whilst it was not meant for me, why, I couldn’t help but wonder the delinquency I may have taken part in with all this. After all… I, Niklaus Deveruax, is the eldest of the Deveraux cousins. Not only am I the first ever vampire to exist, but also the first vampire that had the power of three powerful supernatural forces combined - a vampire, a witch, and a werewolf.

Damn wolf hunters! "Well, well, well, well. Look who's here?" The sound of clap and a voice, which was quite familiar came from their right side. Rieka rolled her eyes when she identified the owner of the voice as Derek, the stupid vampire. "You really think I'm so dumb not to know the exact moment you stepped into this world."

It had to be. Words would never be enough to describe how relieved I felt that Ferrara wasn't the killer responsible for the death of my pack, which shouldn't be. If he wasn't the one who took them out, who did? How could there be another vampire as powerful as the vampire king? It wasn't making any sense. “She described him as a high-profiled figure from the Vampire Academy. He's got pitch black, soulless eyes and a deadly smirk.” The dizziness intensified. “What?” I snapped, gripping the phone so hard, it almost broke. “Pitch black eyes? You're sure?”

Isabella whispered, her voice a jagged rasp. "The heavens do not care for 'supposed to,' my lady." Isabella spun around, her crystalline claws—remnants of her vampire transition—extending instinctively. Standing in the darkness of the archway was a figure that seemed to absorb the violet light. He was gaunt, his skin the color of damp parchment, and his eyes were two flat, milky orbs. He was a Dealer of the Black-Sun Sect, a group of mercenaries who specialized in the "Unmaking" of supernatural icons.

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

Duke jumped at one and snapped his head off. "Good boy," After centuries of peace, they finally want war? Vampires were never peaceful to begin with. Well, let them come! Keondra fought with a few as she mercilessly killed any one that got in her way. She finally spotted Czar. He did not shift into a wolf. "Czar!" She called out and he turned to her. "Keondra! What are you doing here!? Go back in!" He shouted as he ran towards her, swiftly killing any vampire that got in his way.

Real love shines behind the vampire’s eyes as she takes his hand, and he leads her through the front door into the storm. Lowe is lucky. Alma’s love for him radiates from her like it’s her aura, her reason for living. He found his mate in the form of a vampire and is… okay with it. Accepting of it, and everything that comes with it… like his own mortality. I tear my attention back to the fireplace, a glass of whiskey untouched in my right hand. Deacon’s familiar footsteps echo in my direction. He leans against the doorframe into the front sitting room, sighing heavily–waiting for me to acknowledge him, I assume.