Vampire Gojo Novels & Stories

Jai immediately stood up and hurried his way back, not noticing the pair of blooshot eyes followed him out the partitions. Jai turned to the left from the back of the wall and saw the violet haired guy from one of the previous battle. The guy turned around when he noticed the steps behind him, his long hair swishing back and forth. “Hey! You must be Jai. Nice to meet you, I’m Mugen. If you watch my battle, you’ll know I’m a fire elemer.” “Oh yes, I saw it. You were astounding. Your hot flick was cool.” Jai shook his hand.

I clenched my fist as they gripped the steering wheel; hearing about this was beginning to piss me off. “Did you know he actually turned a human into a vampire so he could use him as his little minion?” Without thinking, I slammed on the brakes and the car squealed to a stop. “What the hell did you say?” I asked, glaring at her. Her eyes were wide and alarmed; she visibly swallowed a lump in her throat. “He turned a human into a vampire so he could use him as his minion,” she said, her tone much softer. “He didn’t trust another rogue, so he made himself a follower.”

Her back felt bare - probably her clothes were torn because of the impact and her back was full of injury and bleeding. “I am okay.” She dismissed it, walked away. “But My Lord!” The ginger-haired vampire tried to catch her wrist. Fortunately, her sharp instinct snaked away from the hand rather seamingly. “Don’t worry. Elijah will patch me up. Tomorrow, you will not see this injury anymore. Good night. Take good care of my people, Lilo.” Lilo the ginger-haired vampire was startled by the sudden name call. He hadn't had a chance to introduce himself to the lord just yet. The fact she knew his name was both creepy and honored.

“Feeder? What the hell is that supposed to mean?” “That’s what vampires call humans they drink from directly. Most of the time, they rely on blood packs for meals. But sometimes, they need fresh blood — especially during Diako.” I frowned. “Diako?” “It’s a phase,” she explained, her tone calm, steady, “a cycle of heightened hunger. It comes every so often, and during it, they need blood from the vein. Some vampires keep a human just for that. Some feed only when necessary, others…” she hesitated, “…keep them close. A few even form bonds with them.”

Usopp declared, his expression one of confidence. Joey, renowned for his charisma and allure, then spoke up. "My lord, I took a different approach in South Shore. Quality over quantity, as they say. I have turned 50 individuals, carefully chosen for their exceptional beauty and charm. These vampires will serve as a weapon of seduction against our werewolf adversaries," Joey explained, his tone measured. Vic and Usopp couldn't help but scoff at Joey's seemingly modest numbers. "Only 50, Joey? You're truly a weak link in our triumvirate," Vic teased, a taunting grin on his face.

If you kill a Vampire in a fair fight, all of his or her property reverts to you. I owned Johan's house, his blood donors, and his seat on the Vampire Council. I'd gone from a lowly Third Generation illegally turned by a Rogue and set to be put to death to become a Master Vampire and a Council member because of a broken piece of wood. But we don't talk about that …

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

She made a subtle head gesture. It all happened at a speed my human mind could not comprehend. One of the rogue vampires came out of nowhere, speeding past me and stopping in front of Vuyo and Karabo. Vuyo was frozen at the sight of the monster, his eyes bulging out, and he instantly lost his composure, his hold on Karabo loosening as he staggered back. The vampire was aroused by Vuyo's fear, it boosted his confidence a bit, maybe a little too much. He stalked towards him in slow predatory steps, causing Vuyo to stumble and trip on a rock behind him.

Hanzo's POV “What the hell did he mean by a lot?” She cries out when Jackson hits a bump in the road. “It’s a vampire thing, the more you feed on fresh blood the stronger you are and the faster you heal. If you feed enough, you’d be stronger than I am,” I admit staring at the blood on my hand trying to control my own urges.

It was Riven, the young heir of the oldest family in the northern lands. He was the first vampire to reach a partnership with me. He walked steadily to my side, naturally forming a barrier. His gaze flicked over Kael’s frozen expression before turning to me. “Elena, I’ve secured the goods you mentioned earlier. We can finalize the details once you decide.” Kael’s gaze snapped onto Riven. His crimson pupils contracted slightly. The fragile certainty he had clung to moments ago was replaced by shock and a sharp, piercing pain. He looked at Riven, then back at me in disbelief, as if unable to comprehend how another vampire could step so naturally between us.