Vampire Gf Novels & Stories

There was a flash of light in her eyes as she finished the glass of blood and turned back towards the kitchen. “I’ll make us tea.” Francia was a vampire. They were all vampires. I was surrounded and alone. My heart started to race. Were they in league with that vampire? How long would it be before he found out I was here?

A sly smile played across her lips as she reveled in my predicament, relishing the power she held over me. Without hesitation, I lunged at Sofia, my fangs bared and my claws ready for battle. But she was no ordinary adversary. Sofia was ancient and cunning, her movements fluid and precise. She effortlessly evaded my strikes, countering with swift and calculated maneuvers. Her vampire abilities gave her an edge, and the fight became an intricate dance of strategy and survival.

He raised his eyebrows playfully, and Magnus growled angrily from beside him. “Back off, Gusev.” Just then, Zefren came in between them and grabbed Gusev’s hands, “Aha! This one is a vampire. Come little one, let me draw some blood!” Gusev looked at us with a confused look, “Wait, who is this lunatic? Magnus, help me. I thought I’m the one who should be drawing blood here but eww oldie, your blood stinks! I’m a vampire with class!” He rambled on and on, struggling as Zefren the mage got his blood.

Zayn heard V mind linking him so he replied "Yes. why do you ask?" "I need to talk. is Gigi awake?" V "Zayn tensed up and seeing him do so Gigi asked what's up. "Yes why?" Zayn asked "Where are you?" V asked "In our room " He replied and after few minutes a knock was heard. Zayn opened the door and V entered along with a person made Zayn's eyes go wide. "Your majesties meet the King of vampires Jeon Jungkook!" V introduced

the Prince continued to ask, Jafa quickly said the address which he knew that Agatha operated at, luring gullible humans and convincing them to be willing blood donors for the club. “I guess I no longer need you,” The Vampire Prince then uttered once Jafa was done giving the details. Jafa`s eyes widened as the Vampire prince opened the curtains, letting the dangerous sunlight rays in. “How, how…”Jafa stuttered watching the vampire Prince stand unharmed and not burning from the sun. “Guess you will never get know,” The Vampire Prince, cruelly responded before lifting Jafa and holding him right directly into those vicious rays. Soon all that filled the room was Jafa`s desperate screams as he p

Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curiosity getting the best of him. Melia arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to tell you that," she replied firmly, her voice as cool as a winter breeze.

She swallowed hard and I could see the fear in her eyes. “You…” she breathed, staring at me like she had seen a ghost. She rose her trembling hand and pointed directly at me. “You’re … you’re a vam…vamp…vampire!!”

I nodded, almost infinitesimally, and then I took a step back. Keeping my right eye closed, I grinned around the broken room at the last remaining vampires. There were three: one tall, dark, and would-be handsome (had he not been a murderous blood-sucker); one was short and stout and round, and I wondered how his pot belly and balding head helped him in acquiring a regular blood supply; the other was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, slim and dark, with a perfectly coifed afro and narrowed green eyes – save for the blood smeared around her sensually curved mouth.

Horror overwhelmed him as the world started to fade. I held Magdalena close as I watched Garth pace the room. She’d confided her identity to me which was something I guessed I already knew in the recesses of my mind. She’d been surprised at how calmly I accepted the information. Of course, she had no way of knowing that I’d already had a love affair with a mutant-vampire, or an almost mutant-vampire. I saw no reason to volunteer the information; especially since Magdalena wasn’t a vampire, but a vympire. I was actually worried the knowledge might somehow repel her from me.

And for that reason alone, I could not have dreamed that vampirism is based on truth. Let's face it. I don't meet the profile of the typical girl turned vampire or girl turned vampire killer. Bella is too tragic, Buffy is a cheerleader, and I'm a black girl from the 'hood. I work nine to five at a local cable company. Drop-dead gorgeous men are not stalking me, and my rounded body does not fit neatly into a size two.