Vampire Hours Novels & Stories

Keeping her close was the sweetest of punishment. My head throbbed, the pain getting worse with each second. I glanced up at the clock in the corner and realized I hadn’t fed in the last 24 hours. No wonder it felt like my skull was about to crack itself open. I pushed myself away from the window with maximum effort, crossing my office to open the secret compartment behind my bookshelves. The storage vault slid open with a soft hiss and a vapor of cold mist. It was convenient that I couldn’t feel the icy chill as I reached in and pulled out a pouch of blood.

She watched him intently reading her schedule. “Go back to your classes. I'll see you later mate," he said and gave her the schedule back. He disappeared into the thin air leaving Cassandra all by himself. “That fvcker,” she cursed under her breath and stomped her feet. She breathed deeply and looked at the ceiling, realizing something. Her mate is no other than Sebastian Alistair Blood and worst of all he is the vampire prince. Cassandra doesn’t know if it’s possible to be mates with a vampire. Cassandra was lost in her thoughts. She heaved a sigh and left the room. She went back to her classes as the break was finally over.

I forced my eyes to stay open only long enough to see the male vampire smiled broadly at Ryder, clearly pleased with his catch, a full set of white teeth and two fangs showing as he purred, "Hello, pet..." It was a four-hour drive to White

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

The second whirls, fangs bared— I slam my dagger up under its jaw. It gurgles, collapsing. My hands shake. Blood soaks into my sleeves. Ezra looks at me. “You good?” I nod, swallowing hard. “Yeah.” We don’t get a chance to breathe. A dozen shapes drop from the shadows. Vampires pour into the hall—fast, graceful, deadly. Steel flashes. Claws rake stone. One grabs me from behind, nails digging into my shoulder— Ezra spins, decapitating it in a single brutal swing.

“Come to think of it, the only time that they have been attacking is at night or early morning before the sunrise. They probably don’t know about the Sunlight Serum, or don’t have access to it.” “Which means that they will be in their lair until sunset,” Kellen agreed. I looked him straight in the eye. “We have until sunset to find them. After that, they could be anywhere.” I looked up, and the sun was hanging low in the sky, causing the mountain peaks to glow red, reflecting my mood. Suddenly, some of the werewolf scouts came back. “Nothing.” Xander nodded and then turned to me. The vampire scouts that were sent to Fortification Hill came back, sliding to an abrupt stop, not even winded. “N

House Of Night BY P.C. CAST AND KRISTIN CAST Hogwarts for vampires? Yes, Harry Potter had his wizard school, but there are at least two series that give vampire teens their own school. First up: The House of Night series, six books written by P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast, a mother-and-daughter team from Tulsa, Okla. Marked, Betrayed, Chosen, Untamed, Hunted and Tempted. Vampires are chosen almost randomly, and they have to enter special academies, where they go through a program and slowly change — or die. This series is quite well-done, and has a lot of goddess theology and ritual in it.

9:00PM was what his wristwatch read. His breathing was heavy as he silently and stealthily grazed the bushes. Today was definitely Eric’s busiest day. The news of missing people kept spreading rapidly like wildfire and there were also reported cases of escaped criminals. For the past two hours, he had massacred 25 vampires on his rampage and the remaining he had seen had fled into the bushes.

Shadows of Pride and Power The sun had barely crested the horizon when the horns sounded again. Aria stood atop the blood-stained stones of the canyon, watching the scouts rush back toward the keep. Their faces were pale, eyes wide. “The true force is moving,” one breathless warrior reported to Kael. “Thousands. Vampires. Bloodspawn. And worse.” Kael’s jaw clenched. “How long?” “Hours, at most.” A cold wind swept through the canyon, carrying with it the sharp tang of magic and death.

Jane asked, stepping closer and examining me like I was the patient now. “What?” I croaked. “Because you have been out cold,” she continued. “Like deep sleep. No response. No movement.” “Forty eight hours,” Uncle James added from behind her, arms crossed. “Is that a vampire thing? Because if it is, I need that written down somewhere.” I blinked at him. “I slept for forty eight hours?” I repeated slowly. Jayden ran a hand through his hair. “Yes, Victor. Forty eight hours. We tried shaking you. Calling you. Sammy almost slapped you but I stopped him.”