Vampire Fallen Novels & Stories

Doe seemed to realize this too, judging by how the look on her face seemed to become more distressed. The vampire kept walking towards us. Making me even more nervous. I doubted that even my mark from Nico would spare me from this. I turned my head back, facing the back of the cage before squeezing my eyes shut. I never should have fallen asleep. I should have known that something like this was going to happen. The vampire's malicious purr sounded from a couple feet away. "Found you." His voice sounded. My entire body tensed, trying to reject the fact that this was true, hoping that this was actually the nightmare.

The one or two Council members still present were not hurrying to rescue their Elder. Hillson had stopped his mewling, and the skin on his cheek slid away. Along with the majority of his face, he had lost the mark that Tyler had inflicted on him. His face might even grow back, but he wouldn't pass for human until it did. He was much luckier than the first Vampire who had broken Tyler's wrist. He was nothing more than a streak of ash on the stone floor.

While she was looking for answers to her questions, something caught her eye. "A black cape? Long-sleeved white shirt? And a red bow?” Cyrille's eyes begin to widen. "This is how a vampire dresses in classic Dracula films!" she exclaimed. “Oh my—” She couldn't finish her words and immediately covered her mouth to keep from shouting. She was overjoyed with the mixed emotions she was experiencing at the time, and she couldn't believe that after days of fruitless hunting, she'd have the good fortune to meet a vampire.

Or was something taken from you? The vampire's lips trembled, and with disgust in his eyes, he scoffed. "Leave." He ordered, and at that moment, both the Goddess and the fallen king knew there was no room for conversation.

“I’ll heal you now. I need you to take a—” Amber gasped, making Phaedra turn around, only to get kicked in the face by an ascendant. The ascendant grabbed her hair and pulled her closer to drain her. The ascendant snarled and turned around, effectively dropping Phaedra as bullets came hitting his back. Jenifer shot at the vampire without ceasing. She didn't catch the elder coming from her right until she was thrown to the platform step by a windforce power. Hitting the step hard on her stomach, she coughed up blood.

She then began to explain, “Azael has the ability to stalk and manipulate dreams, just like most vampires. But, as he is a fallen angel he is a hell of a lot stronger. Similar to my moon realm, once you are sucked into his dark realm, anything that happens there also happens in the real world,” she paused and pointed towards Freya's neck.

"A royal won the bid and his guards rushed to drag her, uncaring about the babe. She tried to hold onto you but they pulled her harshly and she dropped you. I seemed to be the only one who noticed so I stood up and picked you up. You were crying because you were hurt. I pulled away the material that was hiding your face and finally, set my eyes upon you." "At the same time, you set your eyes upon me and you quietened down. Your dark brown eyes let me know something I had thought had been a folklore: that vampire's had soulmates. You were mine and I was meant to be with you. At that very moment...I knew what that meant for me as a vampire amongst other vampires- I was a disgrace, I was fallen

One of the other vampires kicked him hard across the ribs, and the pup went to the floor whining. “Hey boss - ” the vampire holding the girl said to Vorenus. “Look what we found…” “Drop it,” Vorenus said. “wha - ” the vampire's words died on his lips as he died before anyone could react, and Vorenus caught the falling girl. The other 4 vampires snarled and hissed. Their eyes darkened, and their skin got even whiter as their fangs extended.

Chapter 13 The Wings of Sin Valenfort’s sky was aflame. A gigantic circle spun slowly among the black clouds, radiating a white light that scorched the air itself. Ash fell like snow; each flake was residue of blood, of soul. From afar, alarms shrieked across the city. Automated defenses had been neutralized. Holy radiation spread, forcing both vampires and humans with mixed bloodlines to collapse. On the roof of a ruined building, Evelyn Cross stood motionless, wind whipping blood and ash around her. In her arms, Lucien Draven lay motionless, his breath a thin thread, the gold in his eyes nearly extinguished.

Now, her hatred had found a purpose, and she wouldn’t rest until it reached every corner of Carmela’s life. With a swift and decisive motion, she reached for the black candle beside her. Her fingers, bony and cold, wrapped around it as she tilted it over the ancient oracle basin that sat before her, its dark waters still and waiting. One by one, drops of melted wax dripped from the candle’s tip, hissing as they made contact with the water. The liquid darkened and began to swirl, forming strange, ominous shapes as if reacting to her presence, to her will. The sight thrilled her; it was a manifestation of her control, a sign that her power was taking root. This was no ordinary act—it was the b