Vampire Fledgling Novels & Stories

- Raven shook his head in confusion, waited a couple of seconds and made a quiet gurgling sound, absolutely ugly, but deep and varied. - It's clear. So it's not that easy, you say. All right, fly and tell the others where that vampire is. I'm a werewolf. - Raven nodded understandingly, and heavily flapping his wings, rushed somewhere away from the construction site. The man stood up, straightened his shoulders and looking to the side with an empty look, from where the bird had flown, said: “Let the hunt begin for our damned souls.”

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten

The echoes and cries I heard all over, they are concentrated inside this cavern and flowing out in all directions. The battle below is vicious and loud, and the flying fury of fur and pale creatures makes for an almost stormy sea like movement across the depths. I can’t see who is who, but my attention is drawn up as something flies past me and crashes into the overhanging rocky ceiling above before plummeting back down in speed. It’s scares the shit out of me, my heart lurching to my throat and the three of us jump back against those behind us and inhale swiftly in perfect sync. Freezing as we stare at whatever that was and eyeing it warily. “What the hell?” I recoil in horror as another ma

31 | M E E T I N G T H E F A L L E N A N G E L , L U C I F E R ( P A R T 1 ) *** Three of the nineteen top-tier vampires who were a few meters ahead of Damien tried to attack. Most of them held a sword with one hand, apart from using their bare hands. The three vampires charged towards Damien simultaneously. However, there were still a few steps from where Damien was, their bodies had been cut into pieces and turned into ashes.

“Luna is here, a sunlight witch of only fifteen.” I gasped slightly, sucking in a long breath; so, they did know who and what I was. Great. Death would surely be following soon. “Step forward child.” Said the first male vampire, his amber eyes locked onto me. I stumbled to my feet, unsure what else I could possibly do as I walked forward, my heart racing in reckless motions within my chest and my breath harsh and fast. I reached the table in a few short moments, dropping back into a bow; I did not want to anger these creatures, not if I could help it.

Taking her free hand, I watch Fulton take Sydney off to the other side, where the fire will be to lay their burning sticks down. “Wanna explain?” Merrick asks as we lean down with our fire. “Dude, apparently a vampire thing just happened to me. It only happens to vampires. What are the chances that Mom or Dad or even both aren’t actually my parents?” I blurt out. I trust Merrick with my life; I know for a fact he will help me no matter what life throws our way.

My dragon had wanted this for so long, to be a part of something bigger and here it was our own tribe. “You are just adorable,” my mother cupped her face. “Everything I would have wanted in a mate for Creed! I bet he hasn’t even fought in front of you yet, has he? To keep your little eyes clean of all that savageness?” Odessa shyly shook her head. My Fawn had seen enough blood come from her body, the bodies of other humans in Vamparia. She needed to see nothing else.

His neck breaks and there was only the cold darkness that welcomed him. Remus threw Saxe’s body on the ground, and as if on cue, another menacing aura surrounded the room. He braces himself as a female Vampire appears before him, with eyes a glowing red, seething with rage that will equal a wild Vargulf. Outside, Lyall and the other Betas dropped from the choppers that carried them, making it look like the sky is birthing out Werewolves. The moon had risen and the Vampires had woken. They were many, but they were weak. The lesser kinds– nothing but Newborns and Fledglings. Vampires who were made not more than fifty years ago. They were easy kills and not much of a challenge for the Betas of

A vampire asserting his claims on her like she was some little plaything to be owned was the last thing Nyx ever thought possible to excite her but when the words left his lips she had realized that she'd wanted nothing more than to be owned by them, shared between both brothers, used for their pleasure. Deep down inside, she somehow enjoyed the degradation, the humiliation Draven provided and it scared her.

I had to pour some chunk at his face before I could flee. **** The next day... It was time we carry out the funeral of another dead druid. Cedeno wanted us to leave but...mother wouldn't listen. We were holding the funeral before the fuse started. I couldn't believe he penetrated our impediment and got inside the building. He was going to fight because everyone was in bad mood. I knew it was him I met the previous day so I stood to ponder...a vampire never crossed it. I realized myself being the only one standing when other witches joined their hands with my mother to strangle his neck in the atmosphere. I found my hand raised to contend with the force they were employing. All eyes turned ba