Vampire Kitten Novels & Stories

she almost spat, looking me up and down, "are just little Kim Russell from Cincinnati, Ohio." "More than that." I narrowed my eyes at her in that same chilly way that I'd seen Tony do so well. "I am bad enough to kill a Neratomay who could trace his lineage back to Caesar, who had ruled thirteen hundred Neratomay and who helped found your Council. And I've been a Vampire less than forty-eight hours." I swore that I would never refer to them as Neratomay again. They were fucking vamps—we were fucking vamps! "So you believe yourself more skilled than Johan?" Her voice sounded like a growl.

“W-What? H-How …” Stumbling over my words, I couldn’t get a chance to complete my query. The Bastard Prince’s high-pitched squeal interrupted me. “How dare you, Shyla? Have you lost your mind? How can you order a vampire to bite me? We love each other!” “Oh, really?” Ignoring the list of that bastard’s queries, Kitten responded to him with a query of her own. “Do you think lovers should lie with each other, such as acting innocently after murdering her dad?”

him his eyes were filled with lust and appreciation,his mouth agape and his eyes half hooded. His hand brushing my hair, and I could barely look at him. The intensity in his eyes were breathtaking, his groans of approval were like the most beautiful music. I have never felt so empowered knowing I had this effect on him. So I turned down and took his hard shaft into my mouth as far as I could. And started with a easy slow rythm as he slightly cursed from pure bliss. My mouth couldn't take him in all the way. So I had to use my hand in the same pace. His curses became more urgent and his groans started to sound like pleading as I grabbed him to pull him closer. I could feel him starting to sh

Why do they make my heart ache so much when she says I am not what she thought I was? "Look at me," I ask her. She first hesitates to respond but later turns and looks me in the eyes. I can now see the beautiful delicate outline of her face. She has brown eyes and jet-black silky hair which Cascades down her shoulders in waves. "I am a vampire. I mean werewolves can't get vampire mates," I tell her. She doesn't seem affected by my identity. "Who said that?" she asks me with a slight shrug of her shoulder.

I nodded as she took another huge bite, “Well, I’m pretty sure the baby is a vampire.” She smiled a bit, “Perhaps, but who knows, could be a werewolf or even a hybrid.” I didn’t argue with her there. We continued eating as Amy and Mandy came in, “Hello you two, how is your day going?” Mandy asked, I looked to Aiday who just stayed silent as she continued eating her food, but this piqued Mandy’s curiosity. “What’s going on?” She asked, Aiday continued eating, then Amy chimed in,

I tried to shove him away as he was too far close for my comfort zone but he didn't even flinch. But what did I expect, he stood like a wall. "And what made you think I'll give in to you?" I ask, mostly in a whisper. He let's out a smirk and moves away. Finally. "Now I see you have a dirty mind as well, cute and sexy" he says and laughs. Huh! What does he mean?. "But that's not what I meant my little kitten" he adds. And how dare he call me little kitten. "I want you to babysit my child" he utters.

She looks at the scene in front of her. “Wow, what an interesting meeting you're having.” She looks back at Markus. I’m still buried inside of Amber. The vixen holds a bag up in the air. “This belongs to you now, seeing as how you are the new Alpha. I’m Katya, I kill your forbidden like every other vampire in this town. I however choose to deliver the heads to you as a reminder to not repeat past mistakes.” She looks me dead in the eyes. “Welcome to the neighborhood.” She says tossing the bag on the desk next to Amber, and walking out the door with Markus quickly behind her.

The two Vampires saw Jax and Phoebe, the female Vampire smiled scornfully at them and said: “Hunters? It's been a long time since I've seen a hunter, you guys are hounds, why do you always want to chase us?" The male Vampire heard the "Hunter" and his eyes lit up, the blood-red human glowed in the dark, he was excited and laughing hysterically: "You guys are hunters, honestly I am. I've never seen a hunter before, I've only seen you in the books. What can you do, dance, act like cats, hahaha… if that's the case then I'll kill you today and hang your heads so all hounds like you will be terrified.”

Later, when he went into the room to sleep, he whispered a word: "Goodnight, Kitten." Not a question. Not an invitation. Just a fact. She'd frozen. "What did you call me?" He didn't open his eyes. "You heard me." She'd stared at him in the dark. His expression hadn't changed. But his ears—she'd noticed—were slightly pink. The great Vincent, who could kill a man without flinching, was blushing over a nickname. Now, sitting beside him in the near-dark, she didn't mention it. Neither did he. But when he shifted—just slightly—and leaned his shoulder against hers, his hand found hers in the space between them.

“So…you’re a werewolf, what else? Mochi isn't an ordinary cat too?” Dante’s eyes darkened with seriousness. “Mochi is not just a cat.” She stared at the black kitten lounging lazily nearby. Then, with a sudden shimmer and ripple in the air, Mochi’s small form began to change. In moments, the kitten morphed into a graceful young girl—slender and poised, with hair as black as the cat’s fur and sharp green eyes full of warmth and quiet power. Emilia gasped, stepping back in disbelief. “You’re joking.”