Vampire Fallen Novels & Stories

More would be spilled before the break of dawn. Anywhere he turned, wolves were decapitating heads. Chaos everywhere. Fallen angels were feasting on demon corpses. Not for long. They dispersed in fear as soon as they saw Lucifer descending on them. Knowing his friend had them under control, the vampire leader advanced near the barrier. White witches flanking him. Xavier's icy-blue eyes narrowed at a familiar face leading rogues. That motherfucking traitor was his next target. Swinging his deadly sword, in his vampire form, he traced with a speed one could only dream of.

Ken picked Volleyball and looked at Kovit, who stood broad in the court. With Ken teaming up with Kovit, the T team finally realised that Amaryllis had a boundless demon attacker too. Kovit didn't miss or refuse any of Ken's sets. All brutally landed on the T team's court area, sparking points one by one continuously. The T team, who were proud of their power immediately sported pale faces and baffled expression. What's that power? That demon energy that froze the limbs of the T team blockers? Kovit didn't smile after scoring eight points in a row. His expression was chilly, like that of a creature that will not stop, nor let them go.

Fallen is a race of celestial beings who were sent down to earth either as punishment or as a request made by them, they lose their wings in the process. Aryiks are a race of beings who are half werewolf half angels, they are granted angel lifespans and werewolf powers, including a wolf. They also allowed the fallen angels' powers to be passed unto them, however, can only be accessed until their 20th year. Most of the Aryiks born have their werewolf side more prominent than their angel side, therefore, losing their powers. My hair was originally the same as you're, but I cut mine, killing its magic and changing it to black.

My skin was practically translucent now, my veins branching out like black spiderwebs. Images began to surface in the mirror. The mirror showed a battle on the clan borders, two years past. As the clan's top assassin, Cassian had infiltrated the Fallen's lair alone. But it was an ambush. In the vision, he was covered in blood. A Fallen’s claws had torn open his throat, severing the carotid artery. Black venom was creeping into his veins. It was Fallen necro-venom. Left untreated, the victim would devolve into a mindless Ghoul within three days.

It was the most disconcerting thing and yet it felt as normal and in place as a puzzle piece. He hesistated for a few seconds but then after probably a great internal battle, his hands slowly found their way to my lower back and that was when I truly, fully broke. My father was dead. My rock. The one person who had always been there for me was dead. He smelt of travel and a light hint of some exquisite perfume. His vampire scent was sophisticated. Like expensive leather in a forest that rain had just fallen in. Definitely noble. Pure blooded vampires always had a sophisticated scent to them. Turned had a less sophisticated scent and children of turned had an even diluted scent. Similar to th

As a result, both he and she fell to the floor. The bowl of white flour followed the momentum of his hand and flew up and then fell, dyeing both their hair, clothes, and skirts, making them both look like snowmen. The handsome vampire coughed continuously because flour flew into his nose, and Lucasta could no longer see after the fall, even though she was lying on top of him. She had to admit that Samson's body was very stiff. It was as if he had no flesh but only bones that made up him.

Thanking Kesha, the brunette grabbed the Night Raven from its sheath and stepped into the resulting passage. The corridor was dark and cold. William stumbled, smelling the stagnant smell of blood that crowded out any other smells. Swallowing hard, the adviser frowned and walked forward, trying to get his bearings in the string of unfamiliar corridors. Sensing someone else's presence, William clenched the hilt of his sword, preparing to attack. A young vampire jumped out to meet him. Her thick brown hair was matted and turned into a solid lump. William's hand trembled for a moment - the girl looked very young. So innocent and fragile. The stranger’s pretty face twisted at the sight of the win

Not have one chosen for me. I made it to the door just as the vampires were closing in around me, swinging it open as I looked back, shooting my body forward. As I propelled myself I hit something firm, organic but firm that sent me off balance and I fell backwards, landing hard on my behind, as I gazed up the figure I realised that I had bumped into was Silas, who was now lunging towards me, grabbing my shoulders.

I ran and called for help. Suddenly a sharp pain hit me in the back, sending my entire body flying. It fell heavily to the ground again. My whole body felt like a broken bone, and the pain was so bad that I couldn't stand up. Turning my head, I saw the vampire. He is a blood bat. When he saw my horrified look, he stuck out his tongue and licked the blood from his paws. "There is no mistake, it is you, and your power will put our race at the top of the heap."

“Oh, you used to call me Pelly, Aunt Ros—Lucy. Aunt Lucy.” Lucianne couldn’t believe that she felt the warmth of a girl from a woman that was more than a millennium old. Nonetheless, she began, “Pelly, your email sounded urgent. What happened? And how can we help?” Pellethia’s smile fell in an instant, as did Octavia’s. The warm and welcoming atmosphere from before turned heavy and serious as Pellethia cleared her throat and began, “Aunt Lucy, last night, one of our villages, Falling Vines, was invaded. Every living vampire had been abducted. The scents left in most homes confirmed that lycans and werewolves had been there.”