Vampire Heart Ch 1 Novels & Stories

I shoved away from him and finally covered myself with my arms, the feeling of being exposed in front of him ripping into me. "I can't," I stammered and took another step back from him. "This isn't what I want. This isn't how my life is supposed to be. I dictate what I am supposed to do." I ranted and flung myself away from him. "Luciana, please. Just think about it. Think about all the good we might achieve!" He argued back. I could hear his feet move towards me, so I flung out my arm towards him. His chest met with my palm and I could feel his heartbeat beneath it. "I have been waiting so long for you. Dreamt of the day where I got to hold you." He whispered, heart still beating beneath my

I said, my hate thick in every word as I remember that horrible day. " He was no good, always sticking his nose where it didn't belong, he got what he deserved, and soon you will t............... The last word wasn't out because, in less than a split second, I was in front of him ripping out his heart. He looked at his heart for a moment in my hand and slid to the ground. DEAD I felt something inside me take over. I looked at his heart and I knew. I unleashed my vampire abilities. His heart was so pretty in my hand, and the blood smelled so good. I bit his heart and tore it to pieces, drinking the blood out of it.

he added, the sweetest smile on his face. But Cyrille was taken aback when the man’s fangs protruded from his mouth, as if in a vampire film, and she became even more terrified. “Now, let me taste you once more, my love...” Cyrille awoke sweating profusely, trying to catch her breath. She can’t believe what she’s been dreaming about. She enjoys everything about vampires, but that was the only time she was scared. “Wait, what was that? Why did I have such a random dream?” She kept asking herself, unable to believe what had happened to her. She felt as if she were in a bureaucratic nightmare that she would never be able to escape, no matter how way too obsessed she is with vampires.

My hand punched through the vampire's back, fingers closing around his cold heart. The sound was wet and final. Blood exploded across Calla's white shirt as I ripped the heart from his chest. The vampire's eyes went wide with shock before the light faded from them. His body crumpled to the ground. I dropped the heart and immediately reached for Calla. "Are you hurt?" She looked up at me, her green eyes wide. But it wasn't fear I saw there. It was hunger. Her pupils were dilated. Her breathing was quick and shallow. I could smell her arousal, sweet and thick in the air.

My heart nearly stopped beating. A vampire. For a moment, I couldn't speak. My body felt numb, like it had shut down completely. I couldn't even open my mouth to speak or cry out. I managed to turn my head to the side, avoiding his gaze, my chest rising and falling in short, shaky breaths. Then he leaned forward, his tongue licking the cut on my chin. I flinched at the feel of his tongue but I remained still, trembling beneath him. "Delicious," he murmured, inhaling deeply like he was savoring the scent of my blood. His fingers dug into my shoulder and I shivered at his icy touch.

He muttered, watching his energy settle deep within her. An action he knew that he would regret, but the sudden giggle that left the baby’s lips, as her red eyes opened and looked right into his red ones made his heart skip. The devil never had a heart, but for her, it had a heartbeat. She’s a vampire. He realized what he had done, but it was too late to reverse his actions. Not that he wanted to anyway. In her red eyes, he saw it. He saw his own heaven. His beloved.

I could feel the panic rising within me, and I pressed my ear to his chest, hoping for even the faintest whisper of a heartbeat. I brushed my fingers against his cheek, willing him to wake, to breathe, to remind me that this was just a nightmare from which I could awaken. But the reality was harsh and unyielding; he lay still, a lifeless shell of the vampire who had captured my heart and soul. “No, no, no,” I chanted, shaking my head in disbelief. My hands trembled as I cradled his face, my heart breaking with every passing second. “You can’t leave me like this. Not again. We fought for this life. We promised.”

I tell the wolves and they start shifting. The first Vampire attacks me, and he isn’t alone but has help from two friends. I was already expecting that they would attack me in groups, so I was prepared for this. Of course, they tried to bite me, but also what I expected, so I kicked one away and hit the second one hard in the head, and the last one, I surprised with right away showing my hand inside his chest and pulling out the heart. And just like that, one is down, but the two others still attack, so I fight them, and after a few minutes they are both dead.

I watch in growing horror as Darius bursts into flames. Behind him Kayla is walking towards us and I recognise what she’s holding. It’s a heart. A heart on fire. The vampire’s heart. It’s only weakness. She’s looking at the burning vampire, a bored look in her eyes. And I know. I know that I'm not looking at Kayla, the little girl, who had begged me to take her with me or had hugged me when crying as she talked about her family.

He follows my gaze, eyes landing on the very one that tried to forcefully take my blood. “So that’s him. Perfect. Close your eyes, please.” Of course, I don’t heed his words. Only a crazy person would listen to that. Doesn’t he know that only entices someone to do the opposite? Without muttering another word, he’s gone in a blur, and before I can blink, suddenly there’s a hole in the vampire’s chest where his heart should be. The missing heart has somehow made its way into Demetrius’ now bloody hand. That’s disgusting. This time I do blink, and now he’s back at my side guarding me as if he never left.