Vampire Invited Novels & Stories

He enlightened her. "Breed? There are breeds? Aren't you all the same?" Adrianna was dumbfounded to know that vampires have different breeds. He got up and went to grab a book from his shelves, and hand a heavy book to Adrianna. "This will help you because I am not good at explaining things and facts." Said Alaric. Her palms touched the cover of the book which looked antique and royal. She read the title 'Vamoose', called Vampire in latin. "You didn't tell me you have kids." Alaric asked her.

"Why have me sign that contract and stay here?" Federico couldn't tell Hailey the truth—that he believed he may carry his chosen blood. That's what made her special. Every vampire had their own unique chosen blood—blood that was more flavorful and powerful to that vampire. The odds of finding the exact carrier were incredibly low. That's why as soon as Federico suspected Hailey might contain his chosen blood, he had insisted she stay by his side. But Federico couldn't just keep Hailey as a blood pet—not in this day and age. With social media and how much more advanced police gadgets had gotten, that would almost certainly lead to mortals uncovering the truth about the existence of vampires.

He leaves the room to go fetch the materials and as he comes back he holds up an envelope guarded with a melted wax. “What is that?” my brows standing in unison with my question. “Let's find out together shall we.” He sits beside me, close enough to feel his body warmth. He opens the letter and when I expect to start hearing the content of the letter, silence lingers in the air. So I just stayed put, studying his expression. “Well? What did it say?” my curiosity always gets the best of me. “We are invited to a vampire ball.” his face squeezes like it's not a fun thing.

"Don't worry, Eight years have gone already if we keep hating each other nothing will be done. In fact, it's your welcome party. No need to worry, I talk to them already and they realized that they're wrong. Let's start a new life now. Don't worry we are living just like a human too with the help of the medicine Waylan is giving, and I invited Waylan too and I want to talk to you about something after the celebration." "What do you mean, Is Waylan making medicines just to fix the mess she has done eight year's ago? I couldn't believe that until now she keeps blaming herself." "I think so, so why don't you come and see her?" "Okay, okay I'll go." They all go to Ranz bakeshop and as they reach

I groaned in my every attempt to pull him inside, and when Yzmael noticed me tearing up before of the pain coming from my ankle, he lifted his hand as if telling me it was enough. "That'll do, Jem. Now go get something for his wounds. I'll be here, don't worry," he assured. My brows furrowed. "But it's raining. Can't I invite you instead?" I asked while catching my breath. "No. Only the host of the house can invite a vampire. Don't worry about me. Just get me a bottle of whisky and I'll be good for the rest of the night." He pulled the stainless seat and sat, totally not minding the heavy rain.

Finn unwrapped it completely to reveal the same two punctured holes. “It’s time to go.” Finn said as he quickly left the area, the other two in tow. “Wait!” Dakota ran after them. “You’re kidding right? We have a serious problem on our hands. As the alphas of the west region, we have to do something!” He pleaded. The men ignored him. “If there are vampires this close to our borders, coming into our territory then they’ve broken the treaty and we must defend ourselves and our people. Aren’t you listening?” He huffed.

Third Person The invitation wasn’t only sent to Alphas and Lunas of other packs but also to prominent figures like the White Witches of Panoma, the Warlocks of the Grassland, the Crown Prince of Oman (Vampire Clan), and the ever-wicked and pristine Black Witches of Cave Blood. Aside from them, nobles, high-ranking elders, and ministers were also invited, and, as expected, one of them arrived at the prime minister's mansion. Yella was now feeling much better. The herbs Helene had prescribed were doing a great deal in numbing the constant aching of her bones and weakness, but it wasn’t just that. She had warned her mother as she had years back.

But boy, when she did come over I could never stop staring. "You know," Miss Aza started as she gazed out into the lit night, "Vampires can't come into a residence without being invited in. So, you ain't got nothing to worry about. Let's just hope she hadn't hosted a dinner for one of them in the past." I didn't know what to say. Had I known that our conversation was going to be about bloodsuckers, I would have been more prepared. "I didn't know that," I said. "But I guess taking precautions never hurt."

"The manor? It’s a fortress right now. Ironclaw has it locked down." "Exactly," I say. "Because whatever is happening in forty-eight hours, it’s happening there." I pace the small room, the adrenaline from the attack shifting into a cold, hard resolve. "We still don’t know what the Invitation Clause is. We can’t fight what we don’t understand. But think about it, Kaleb. An invitation requires authority. You can't invite a vampire into a house unless you own it." "You still think it involves your father," Kaleb says slowly.

The man looked at Sharmaine, and she had become a true vampire. Sharmaine coldly said nothing. "Why did you show up?" "The vampire world wants to meet the vampire super-soldier family, the judge will also appear." "You will not be denied." The man left the invitation on the table, this meeting the family Augustus must attend. Sharmaine looked at the card in her hand Augustus. "They have to show up."