Vampire Fallen Novels & Stories

“If he’s taken out, I can’t be anywhere near him. Cara would never forgive me if she thought I’d killed him.” Dane sprung into action, lifting himself off the couch and heading straight for the safe in his study. He hunted around inside, pausing when he caught a glimpse of the photo of Melody he kept in there. He turned the photo over and kept searching. He pulled out the underwhelming handwritten business card the vampire he’d met on the way to the Moonlight Ball had given him. He breathed out and dialled the number. “Ivan,” answered the vampire in his thick accent. “Ivan, this is Dane. The werewolf. Do you remember me from the bar?”

Asher POV ​My name is Asher Steele. I am 29 years old; I am the Alpha of Crimson Blood Pack. I have the largest pack in the country. I don’t tolerate mistakes or half-ass shit. I run a tight ship and everyone in this pack knows it. ​“Alpha?” My Bata and best friend say as he knocks and pocks his head in with a scared look on his face. “Yes?” I say while looking up at him. “You know that mission you posted 4 days ago? Well let me say that whoever did it completed it and is already home and here’s your report and the victims are back and said that the girl was a badass and something along the lines of wanting you to go to her pack and thank her for saving them..” he says while trying to hide h

He tried to run, but managed only one step in the direction of the stairs before falling to his knees, clutching his head, screaming. Aster cocked her head at him, a cold expression on her face, an almost serene smile on her lips. Whimpering softly, the vampire fell over, crumbling into a pathetic little ball. “It’s a shame you won’t live to tell the tale, because I would have send you away with a message--”Aster knelt next to him, “--this is what happens when you touch the ones I love.” She blinked. He didn’t so much explode as disintegrate, and a red mist of blood that was once Armand rained down on them.

The once elegant figure is now twisted into a demonic entity, an incarnation of vampiric power at its zenith. The battlefield, bathed in the eerie glow of moonlight, became a theater for the convergence of primal forces. Dylan, now an unholy specter, exuded an aura of menace that sent ripples of fear through those who dared to witness his transformation. Chastity, standing resolute against this grotesque incarnation, faced a formidable adversary whose essence resonated with the darkest corners of vampiric lore.

1st September 1335 Gwendolyn was returning home, she trudged past the lonely path that led back to the mansion. The night was dark, but the moon accompanied her, shedding its light on the earth and brightening its surface. Embracing herself, Gwendolyn gulped as she cited the mansion from afar, she was almost there and she was going to make it home. Seeing a faint silhouette behind her, she took to her heels, tripping and falling over. She could feel its presence as it approached closer. The town was well aware of the 12 vampires who roamed Arcadia Falls with the witch even though they had been striving to keep themselves away from humans. “Please don't hurt me!”

I whispered pointing the gun at his head. " Drop your weapons now." I ordered. He dropped them and violently turned around and punched my lips. I fell to the ground and touched my face. The gun I was holding was already far from me. He kicked my stomach and I groaned. " You bastard." I said, spitting out blood. " I need you to keep you alive , if not I would have killed you." He yelled and I saw his canines. It was long like fangs. " You're a vampire." I uttered and he smirked.

Razor-sharp nails extended from his fingers, ready to rend and tear with lethal precision. Driven by an uncontrollable rage, he became a whirlwind of destruction, his fury unleashed upon his enemies. Men fell before him like leaves in a storm, their cries lost in the din of battle. But as the dust settles and the last foe crumpled to the ground, Alex finds himself in the midst of carnage, the adrenaline faded, leaving only exhaustion in its wake. With a final, trembling breath, Alex's form shifted, reverting to his human guise. He collapsed amidst the carnage, closing his eyes against the horror of the scene before him, surrounded by the silent testament of his unleashed fury.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

He fell down to the floor, groaning in pain. The Vampire girl has been hiding behind the door and waiting for the right time to attack him. So that when she gets him to crash on the ground, she would then run for her life. But then, her jaw dropped the moment that she recognized that he was one of the Grand Elders of the Volturi. She hastily lowered herself to the floor in fear to help him get back to his feet before what she least expected happened. Rufus grabbed her so that her full body was close to his reach. He wrapped his hand around her back and his sharp claws elongated, piercing deeply into her skin. She moaned in pain as she felt a sharp pain in her neck region.

Now, a mere werewolf had taken her place in his heart. As Vanessa paced her room, her thoughts raced. She gazed at an ornate mirror, where her reflection, a stunning vampire with long ebony hair and piercing red eyes, stared back at her. She whispered to her own image, her voice seething with bitterness, "Mara, you will not take what's rightfully mine. I will ensure that you meet your doom."