Vampire Fox Novels & Stories

Then, a powerful voice rang out across the battlefield: “Guys—don’t be shy. Grab yourselves a snack.” Harpies shrieked in horror as hundreds of vampires appeared from nowhere on the batterfiled. Unlike wolves, they could fly—fast, merciless, and hungry. Vampires pounced on harpies, piercing their skin with fangs to drink them dry. Piercing screams of harpies filled the air, and they rushed to leave the fight, trying to escape the death.

A wolf with dark grey fur growled at the vampires who standing before the little girl. He put his front paws on the ground and leapt at him. The wolf managed to knock the vampire to the ground. Not wanting to waste an opportunity the wolf immediately sank its sharp fangs into the vampire's neck to separate him from his body.

It contained everything a wolvire could do, in this case, of course, an ordinary wolvire. Hugo's temper tantrums when a passage in the book explains that Wolvire's wolf-form bite or scratch to a vampire is more deadly than the usual wolf-shifter bite. Vice versa, if Wolvire is in vampire form, then their bite at wolf-shifter will also be more deadly than ordinary vampires. However, that did not apply to the wolvire named Barbara.

What is happening! A huge yellow fox with multiple tails comes jumping over the lower parts of the castle and over all of our heads. It begins running towards the gates, crying and screeching. Most of the vampires run out of it's way and back into the castle suddenly. Turning to face the fox, it begins scratching the door and jumping in place. A small black object rolls off of the back and onto the ground. As I squinted, I noticed bouncy hair and saw it was a shirtless person.

He really felt sorry for the Vampire Queen in front of him, even though the attack was headed towards her yet, she stupidly just stood there. Duar Duar.. There was a huge explosion from Violet's direction, the surrounding forest was scorched and smoke billowed high. Behind the smoke, a very large creature appeared. It turned out that the fox man had taken the form of a fire fox with a size twice the height of the trees in the forest.

After a few minutes more the candle lights came on again while the owls returned. I waited to watch in alert and zero seconds. The new vampires stood up in their immortal forms, all in a separate species from the other. They were all physically different. The first one looked very similar to the joker, only this one had fangs, longer nails, a deadly face that made him look like an angry bat, short, red-skinned, and a very huge head. I quickly recognized that one to be the night prowler. He was of the Yara-ma-yha-who breed. An ancient breed common in Japan.

- Baby, you came back. What do you bring there? - Company for our son. The boy runs and hugs his father. The little vampire looks at the frightened girl and asks: - Is it for me to eat, daddy? The vampire couple laughs and the little fox whimpers. - No son. It's to play with you. - She has weird eyes. Is she sick? - the boy asks, afraid of touching her. - She's a fox, a kitsunes. She is Japanese. I don't know what species she is. When she grows up, she will shift on your order and then you will see how many tails she has.

"I will let them off for now but Firstly ... Where is that bloodsucker at?" My gaze roamed and stretched forth to as far as my vision could go but his scent wasn't far. I could feel him near. Vampires... Unlike wolves, who couldn't climb trees, vampires were blessed with the athletic ability to race, jump, climb, and stealthily hunt their prey unexpectedly using their abilities.

They both went down in a tangle of limbs. Three more hunters appeared. These were better trained. They moved as a unit, two with silver nets, one with a flamethrower. The one with the flamethrower fired, and I barely dodged as a jet of fire scorched the air where I'd been standing. Fire. Vampires hated fire almost as much as UV light. One of Jaxon's wolves, a smaller brown one, leaped over me and slammed into the hunter with the flamethrower. The weapon went flying, spraying fire across the ceiling. Sprinklers activated immediately, drenching the room in water.

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