Vampire Immortal Novels & Stories

He laughed with blood dripping down his mouth, with Damon’s hand still locked around his throat, with the tree bark cracking behind his back, with his face so wild it didn’t even look human anymore, he laughed like one of those villains in the movies who knows the whole world is about to burn and wants to watch it happen just for fun. “You can’t kill me,” Darren choked out between that horrible laughter, his grin splitting wide, his voice shaking with the sound of it like he didn’t even care Damon could crush his windpipe any second. “I’m immortal, brother. Did you hear me? Immortal. We will see who dies first.” Immortal? And then he did it.

Augustus carefully recalls. "Sharmaine is immortal, the daughter of a high-ranking vampire and vampire hunters. Vampires in secret have created countless hybrids with werewolves and humans but have failed. But no one has been able to create immortals yet, when everyone was disappointed, Pandora gave birth to immortals." Sharmaine's apparent immortality is hidden, but high-ranking vampires know Sharmaine's existence. The appearance of Sharmaine, the immortal, will lead to a significant change in the vampire world, which change in the end.

Now in this very room at this very moment the immortals outweighed regular humans. "The twin bimbo's are Dark Elves, Marielle over there is a dragon, Elise is a Spirit. They're the immortals. As for the Christopher and I we both have the blood of a god flowing through our veins." "Sorry I have to call bullshit on that last part there." "Really? What do you think the first Vampire was? She was a god cast out of the heavens. Cursed by her own kind because she wouldn't bow to their will."

Vivian said, looking confused. “True, but I am no ordinary vampire. I am the first of my kind... the original. I am immune to so many things, the sun, silver objects, and other flaws of my kind. I am basically indestructible, immortal,” Damian said, a hint of pride in his voice. “Are you Dracula?” Vivian asked, trying to make sense of everything. Damian chuckled. “Dracula? That was an interesting movie, but Dracula would wish he was half as strong and feared as Eric Damian is,” he said with a wicked grin.

That I was only here to give him heir. "Vampires cannot fall in love with humans." Tears started stinging in my eyes as I walk towards Alex. " It's Forbidden."

The hardening between his legs, the way his fangs elongated just from her scent, alerted him to just how inviting she was to him. She felt it to. The heavy scent of her arousal wafted towards him, pungent yet sweet. Ripples of desire washed over her flesh, cheeks flushing. Yet, she denied it. Of course she would. They had only just met. Being immortal, Malik had learned long ago that life was fleeting. It was best to simply take what you wanted, when you wanted it. But with Annabelle, Malik found himself unable to take what he desired from her. He ached to hear words of acceptance fall from her tongue. Until that moment, he would do nothing to break her.

he said as he pulled me into his arms. I sucked in a breath of pain and he eased me back against the bed. “But, you’re dead?” I asked in confusion. He closed his eyes and frowned. “I should have educated you better on all the ways immortals could be killed.” He opened his eyes and looked at me in shame. “There are only two ways to kill an immortal: decapitation and incineration, and some immortals are even immune to lava.” I looked around the room to see Persephone, Siri, Loki, Ash, Jade, Al, and my birth mother. “You must be Hilda,” I said as I looked at her.

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.

The blade hadn’t even pierced skin. The immortal looked down at the weapon with mild curiosity. “…This is new.” He grabbed the hunter by the throat. Lifted him off the ground. Easily. “Tell your masters something for me.” The hunter struggled violently, power crackling around him. “What” His voice cut off as the immortal’s eyes suddenly changed. Not wolf. Not human. Something older. Something wrong. “I’m not the one they should be hunting.” Then he crushed the hunter’s throat. The body dropped.

Chapter 6: Blood and Silence "There have been recent killings in the barren lands a few days ago. Some vampires who had gone to farm clashed with rogue werewolves, who killed every vampire on the land. Now the lands remain barren with blood and bones, decaying." Carson said, looking at the Primus, who sat on the throne. His eyes were dark, bloody dark. There was no sign of white or colored pupils in them. His jet-black hair accentuated the curve of his face, which remained expressionless. His jaw was sharp, sharp like a knife, as if you could slice an onion with it. His lips, full and red, made every woman in the vampire lands beg for his attention. He was a sin god. The god Kanchelsis must