Vampire Hours Novels & Stories

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

They were surrounded by almost fifty vampires, but she didn’t care. “Come on!” She beckoned to Bella, and they charged at the vampires. The vampires closed in like a wave of darkness, and the two friends charged at them. Hazel flexed her fingers, her sharpened nails glinting under the pale moonlight. She grinned as adrenaline flooded her veins. The first vampire lunged at Hazel with their fangs bared, but she moved faster than she thought possible. With a single leap, she was on him, grabbing his head and twisting it with a sickening crack. The vampire crumpled to the ground, and Hazel didn’t even blink. Bella ducked under a female vampire’s swipe, slashing her claws across their chest. The

'One would think after a war of four hundred years he would have moved on, having better things to do than to pine over a lost love that was never his in the first place,' Hannah thought. Hannah hated it when her husband, Lord Dario, left her alone at the castle, putting her as nothing more than a vulnerable human in danger. Hannah knew that the only thing that was keeping her safe and out of the mouths of the other vampires was the fact that she drank her husband's blood every two to three days. A vampire drank from a human every two to three days to stay sane, and in return, a human drank from the vampire to stay young. While the blood of a vampire was in a human, another vampire couldn’t

It was their trail of breadcrumbs so to say. Victor branched to the left at the end of the hall and I, to the right. My watch indicated that it was almost midday which meant the sun would be at the highest peak in the sky leaving no shadows for the vampires to lurk in. They usually used the day hours to rest, sleep if they could get any. From what I knew about Vampires, they hardly slept, nomads that were continuously moving because if they stayed in one place too long, it would draw attention to themselves. Attention they didn't need or want.

You must be kidding,"In faux horror, she shouted, clapping a hand to her breast. She could feel her heartbeat double beneath her palm. He disregarded her irony. Before we enter, there is something you should be aware of. He took her hand in his, the broad pad of his thumb caressing her sensitive palm as if to soothe the severity of his words, "Vampires pleasure in sticking to a highly tight hierarchy when among their own kind, despite their enjoyment of wreaking chaos on mortals. "I won't just be your lover tonight if we're going to make them think you gave your soul to me voluntarily. You'll report to me.

Clementine POV Lit told me everything she knew about the Vaughn Siblings, as we walked into our room. She also explained to me the rules here at Vampire High. There is a curfew here. About 9 PM, we can't go out of our rooms, that's what she said. "Oh Tine, the start of your studies here at Vampire high is tomorrow, where is your schedule?" She asked if we could enter our room .. "It's in my room." I answer.

So he nodded. “I will wait until your return,” he said. “I have a gift for you,” she said softly, just as hell broke loose in the entrance of his mansion. The yell of one of his vampires was heard as a woosh of brightness entered the pool room, three of his people turning to ash in seconds as a silver stake streaked through the air. “Mavery, you lied!!” came the yell of a woman in all black as she rushed forward, as another of his vampires trying to stop her entrance went down.

Which is the last thing I want to be. When I blink, I see her in the car again. Broken and bleeding. Then I blink again, and I see the arc of the crowbar coming down on Jack’s knee. Again, Violet is up against a tree. Again, and she’s in my car, blood welling up on her thigh. I shake my head to dislodge those images. The violence I crave versus the woman dancing before me. “I see you,” she says. Her head whips around with each spin, up on her toe. She turns breathtakingly fast, but she doesn’t lose balance.

“Lots of food, music, and pretty lights. But there are mainly two parts to it.” He holds up two fingers. “The Moon Dance and the Blood Hour.” The what hour? I echo out my curiosity. And Noel’s eyes darken, just a little. “The Blood Hour is basically a Hunt. For the Omegas in the pack. The higher-ranked wolves play hide-and-seek with us for an hour, and they are allowed anything except for murder.” My mouth drops open. You’ve got to be kidding me. “Anything?” His lips purse solemnly. Then he nods, and I can’t help but see a bit of memory flicker through his eyes. I can tell it isn’t anything that’d bring a smile.

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.