Vampire Gojo Novels & Stories

His command echoed in the empty space as he took a handful of gulps of the blood given to him. Reid motioned one of his men and the vampire hiding his disgust ripped a part of his shirt before licking on it and wrapping it around her wound. Middle ranked vampires like Reid saliva had healing power while lowest ones like most servants couldn't heal anyone except themselves, and even their bodies would heal after many days and even months.

Alessia will not casually spill Federico's secret of being an immortal vampire to anyone—let alone the dumb mortal girl who dares to force herself into Federico's home. But Federico does not nod or even look grateful at Alessia. In fact, his brow is beginning to droop low—almost as if he is displeased. "Hailey is my possession. You are not break what is mine," Federico replies. Alessia laughs without any joy. "You can find another servant to replace her. She isn't worth keeping when she's already so defective." Then Federico does the unimaginable. He walks up to Hailey and grabs her by the wrist. The poor, idiot girl startles, but Federico has supernatural strength—one of the perks of being

“You... YOU HAVEN’T HAD SEX YET?” “NO!” Akiro yelled in a shrill voice, blushing harder. “What makes you think we’re fucking!?” “Well, for starters, you’re mates,” Shiro responded in a matter-of-fact tone. “And second, he drinks your blood, doesn’t he? So of course, I thought you had sex!” “W-we didn’t! Oh my gosh, we didn’t! We haven’t even kissed each other, Shiro!” The vampire froze, absolutely stunned by the revelation. His jaw was dropped and his eyes were wide as he looked at Akiro’s extremely reddened face.

It was as though his veins were rejecting the red in them. When he opened his eyes, they were nothing but a void, black, almost resembling holes punched into a face. At my side eye, I caught a sight of Higan nodding his head in a manner that suggested he was acknowledging the entity. It looked so appalling. “Vorare,” Higan spoke like a priest, half hoping his god would look his way. “I feed you now, A lupomancer. She's stronger than the sorceresses who sealed you. She’s yours. In exchange—”

“Are you more willing to tell me what kind of creatures you are?” He looks up at me. The fight is no longer in his eyes. “The god calls us vampires.” “God?” “The villagers succeeded to call on the God of Blood.” “And?” “It just so happens that we are around.” “Stop lying, filthy creature,” comes Klevon’s voice. He is wiping his face as he stares down at the creature. “You fooled these villagers into calling the gods so their sickness can be healed!” “The filthy creature’s name is Gezer, mage hunter. And no, that ain’t correct. If it is, then their ritual won’t succeed. We could have all died.”

Suddenly, Gore's head snapped up at the sound of distress. It was a female screaming in pain at the top of her lungs. The noise died down, but came again, much louder this time. A look flashed across his diamond-shaped face, as he found it odd for anyone to be screaming out like that in the dead of night, but he knew that it only meant that vampires were on the hunt. They are the only beings that killed without a reason, always disturbing the peace and order of things. The scream came again. "Forest now!" Gore mindlinked to his pack soldiers before jumping out of the window from the fifth floor, and shifting into his massive brown wolf form.

He already knows what is wrong but he still needs to confirm. He studied the young woman's wounds. There are scratches around her arms and legs. Probably from the dragging by her predators. Jones is a vampire but after years of practicing self-control, he managed to make his senses devoid of any scent. If his guess was true, then this woman's blood wouldn't affect him no matter how addictive her blood is.

He almost squeezed himself in the tiniest way possible. The ruby coloured eyes were fading, exposing his hazel-green eyes still filled with tears. He got up slowly but with great difficulty. The significant weight loss was visible, he appeared lifeless with almost zero energy. [No!! It's not going to work. I can't approach Nabi in this state.] Panting briskly, he hastened in the direction of the deer. The poor animal whose speed wasn't a match to that of a vampire turned spiritless in a blood pool.

He shut his eyes, not wishing to see the monster I was. "Look at me!" I growled, morphing back to human. He needed to trust me first. When he opened his eyes I put him down, maintained social distance and wiped the blood from my mouth with the back of my hand, flashed a warm friendly smile, "am a newly turned vampire, I don't want to kill anyone, so I choose to drink blood without harming innocent people like you doctor. So, here is what we are going to do!" I moved toward him in a blink of an eye. Compulsion was the best way out, "you are going to get me twenty bags of blood in the trash can outside the exit. Forget I was here!" He shut his eyes for a minute, and when he opened them, I had