Vampire Fanart Novels & Stories

Above all reasons that Raverine could give, a poisonous vampire fang would be the least believable. Ember couldn’t breathe out a word. Ember wanted to scream at Raverine’s face. Ember has killed him in different and most brutal ways as possible inside her mind. Slowly and mentally chopping him bit by bit.

Chapter 6: Blood and Silence "There have been recent killings in the barren lands a few days ago. Some vampires who had gone to farm clashed with rogue werewolves, who killed every vampire on the land. Now the lands remain barren with blood and bones, decaying." Carson said, looking at the Primus, who sat on the throne. His eyes were dark, bloody dark. There was no sign of white or colored pupils in them. His jet-black hair accentuated the curve of his face, which remained expressionless. His jaw was sharp, sharp like a knife, as if you could slice an onion with it. His lips, full and red, made every woman in the vampire lands beg for his attention. He was a sin god. The god Kanchelsis must

vamp (plural vamps) Noun A flirtatious, seductive woman, especially one who uses sexual desire to exploit men. [ca. 1915] ~ A certain group of strippers are forced to reunite under tragic circumstances. When one of them is found murdered in her home, the five of them come together to form an ally, their aim, to bring the killer to justice. But somewhere along the line, they find their lives entangled each in a bigger mess.

Vampires. Hundreds of them. Karin stepped forward slowly, his face tightening as he studied the nearest wall. “What the hell is this place…” he whispered. I moved closer. The first carving showed wolves standing beside witches beneath a crescent moon. The next showed vampires kneeling before something buried beneath the earth. Then war. Bodies. Fire. Blood. The deeper the carvings went, the uglier the story became. “They fought together once,” Zero muttered behind me. “No,” I said quietly.

“You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.” I scoffed. “You sound like a conspiracy theorist. Vampires don’t exist, and you’ve got to stop reading all those fantasy books.” Before she could say anything else, I grabbed another slice of toast and breezed out of the apartment. My condolences to the victims, but vampire attacks were just so stupidly unrealistic. Like creatures of the night actually existed. Right, sure. “Mr. Vale’s not in right now.” Celine said at the reception, looking me up and down.

I lifted my chin and tried not to fall apart. I crouched here and there to caress the faces of people I knew and cared about. Their bodies were limp, and their eyes were without the spark of life. There were blades frozen in the air, ready to deal a fatal blow—eyes black with a blood rage that scorched men’s souls. Werewolves gripped, ready to be crushed and discarded like trash. Vampires were in the midst of being torn apart by powerful jaws. It was troubling to look at the destruction on the battlefield.

He looked composed and calm, narrowing his eyes at her, he didn't say a word. Her eyes. They were too captivating. Too rare, and for the first time Vampire king did want someone to keep staring in his eyes. _____________________________________ I'll be pasting the warnings in the coming chapter related to the story's genre and the contents inside. This is about Vampires, supernatural away from humans, so I'll be making them way more brutal and animalistic then my normal dark romance books, so be ware and better read my warnings first. Till the next adios

"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)

>The Morrakai: pale as drowned corpses drifted barefoot through the crowd, their black-veined throat's humming hymns that made lesser vampires sway as if drunk >The Nosferati: gaunt and skeletal, prowled in silence at the festival’s edges, honored only for the terror their presence commanded. And weaving through them all came > The Veythar, silver-eyed predators who prided themselves on elegance, sipping on chalices. Other breeds filled in: >The Morvath breed: broad-shouldered and iron-eyed, wrestled one another in displays of strength, tearing stone pillars from the ground and hurling them like spears.

Marco added before he dropped the call. I guess it was time to unbury the hatchet. Even if it has rotten in the ground, we don't have a choice. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Dear Readers, Vampire and the Siren is now available on A****n, you can get a copy for an affordable price. Same book title and book cover by Musa Anastasia. Thank you.