Vampire Fox Novels & Stories

I soon found myself to begin shaking as well, grip tightening on the pillow. Every pet knows that this time would come for them, but even that can't compare for when it actually happens. Even though I knew that Nico was trying to fight it, he and I both knew that he couldn't fight it forever. Those kinds of predatory instincts run through him like his own blood, only allowing him to fight it for so long until it consumes him. He knew that once it did, he wouldn't have much control over what would happen next. It was the instincts that kept vampires alive no matter what once their species first began to grow.

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.

Samantha is sitting on her bed, wondering when she got pregnant, at the hospital the doctor stated she was halfway through her pregnancy. She thought maybe she could pinpoint who the father might be. A she-wolfs pregnancy was 3-months. She was racking her brain as her babies could be anybody's child. She has had too many sexual encounters. What she did not realize is when a vampire gets someone pregnant, it is only a 2-month pregnancy. Vampires cannot conceive of vampires. They can conceive of any other species. Samantha was ruling Vlad out not knowing that piece of information. But they were indeed Vlad's pups.

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 felt as if the fires of Hell was giving him stroking his cock. You have one more to remove. The Vampire... His eyes widened, "Vampire?" he panted, his head tilting back as he felt himself nearing his climax. The strongest of all Vampires. He has tricked her. "She's not out of harm's way yet." he moaned as he came, drenching his boxers. The warmth released him, letting him collapse to the floor. He panted, but the ache still remained. He wanted Willow. Needed her. He was desperate to claim her.

The only remaining vampire sect was under the rule of the oldest known vamp. I sat in the boy’s nursery, watching Aro fawn over our sons, as I contemplated the latest information Tyler had briefed us on earlier in the day. Everything we had learned about the remaining vamp seemed to indicate that he was the first. It didn’t make sense. Everything we knew about them told us they weren’t immortal. They lived longer lifespans than humans, like wolves and fae, but we had never heard of any of our kind being immortal. It was a mystery that we couldn’t solve. The wolves under Tyler’s command couldn’t track him fast enough, they were always weeks behind and having to search for a trail long one col

He raised his brow. "A wolf strong enough to take down five of the best vampires in the pack?" I nodded. "I also couldn't believe it. His wolf was huge. Bigger than any wolf I've ever seen before. He was of two colours, red and white." I left Alexa with my men to go check out a safe route for us to pass. I did not expect that they would go into blood lust. It was her scream I heard that made me come running. I did not expect that I would behold an amazing sight.

"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