Vampire Lamia Novels & Stories

The relevance of time was lost on vampires because time is the one time they had an unlimited amount regardless of how much passes. Liam just stared blankly into space, he was lost in thought, damping his blood-stained lips with a handkerchief to clean the substance from them. “That girl… She is just like her…” Liam thought in his chambers, with the blinds opening, these curtains were expensive and this was no surprise considering how old Liam was. The sunlight that penetrated the room was overwhelming with a casket sitting right in front of him. This casket was not made from ordinary wood but something far more valuable and durable.

The First Vampire spoke and it was the first time I saw him smile as he stared at the empty wall at the other end of the hallway. "Elnea?" Curiosity sparked inside me upon hearing the name of a flower I've never heard of before. My question made The First Vampire chuckle. "Have you seen a sword, a fairy and a flower on the flag of Eleneas? What do you call it?" "Yea? It's a lily? What about it?"

vamp (plural vamps) Noun A flirtatious, seductive woman, especially one who uses sexual desire to exploit men. [ca. 1915] ~ A certain group of strippers are forced to reunite under tragic circumstances. When one of them is found murdered in her home, the five of them come together to form an ally, their aim, to bring the killer to justice. But somewhere along the line, they find their lives entangled each in a bigger mess.

I peered at myself. I floated above the water. My wolf was an ethereal translucent black. My fur shimmered like liquid night, and my eyes glowed like a harvest moon. I phased between mist and matter. I was complete and whole—vampire and wolf. This was rebirth—becoming. Nyssandra bowed, the mirror vanishing. She looked pleased. Pride lifted my chest. I felt a pull in my blood. I bowed back to her. “Now we can truly begin,” she said.

“What else would I be? They don’t exactly let vampires feed on each other, you know.” I stayed standing, arms crossed tightly. “So it’s just the pure-bloods who keep feeders?” “Oh no,” she said quickly, shaking her head. “Most vampires do. Even the sired ones. Master Ramez, for example—he was sired by Master Perth. He’s not a pure-blood, but he has feeders too. That’s why I’m here.” She tapped her chest proudly. “I’m his.” I blinked at her, my mind struggling to keep up. “So basically… almost every vampire has a feeder?”

If those signs didn't scare the shit out of someone, his clenched muscles, which has been ready to pounce on his prey and the devious growls emanated from his throat would have definitely done the job perfectly. So Deya being Deya, a primitive wolf_a lycan_who has been natural enemies with vampires, stand there frozen from fear. For the survival of her dear life, she totally forgot that the pissed off vampire in front of her was her own father as her instincts work their way to escape alive and in one piece, until Neffie wanted to reclaim her body. A relieved Deya instantly retreat back into her usual spot in the back of Neffie's mind as she shifted back into her human figure with the same u

I've felt his presence for a while—he murdered Hayley. "Oh, you don't know?" Beelzebub laughs and exchanges a smirk with the four other demons he brought with him—Asmodeus, Leviathan, Lamia, and Mammon. Lamia, the snake woman, gives me a creepy smile. "Hello, Lucifer." I frown. Lamia has always liked me—the feeling isn't mutual. Lamia has the torso of a woman but the body of a snake. I find her repulsive. "Hi..." I growl back.

Then, Miss Rose and Mila sat in front of Danrious and me. "Uhm, where should I start?" Miss Rose asked as she tapped her chin. I was about to ask her when Danrious spoke before me. "How come you're still alive, Aunt Rose?" Danrious asked, making me nod at Miss Rose as well because I was also curious about that. "Mila revived me," Miss Rose answered frankly and looked at Mila, who immediately explained. "The truth is, I am your biological Aunt, Rious. I was born to your grandfather and another woman. And just like you, I am a pure-blood vampire as well," Mila started explaining, making me tense. Good thing Sir Darenn approached me and played with my hair.

The dress was so ordinary yet the woman carried it so well that it shook her, from one glance it was impossible to tell that she was a lowly omega she wolf. Female vampires had always been the most beautiful among all the supernatural species. But this she wolf had the features and beauty that the woman had never seen in her life before. Usually omegas had the innocent and soft looks but this she wolf had really sharp features, her cat eyes having an unusual shade of green, her slim face and lips that complimented her features perfectly. No wonder the first in command was dying for the king to permit him to have her. "Lets go." Zinnia took a deep breath before she walked behind the woman, sh

Fang's time would be taken up by someone new. One winter, Lamia visited Eder's castle. She was the most known vampire queen of the times. Because in ancient Greece, she's a feared monster. One who devoured children from peasants and was known to be a goddess of the night. Or even a night-haunting spirit. A demon. But, even as despicable as she was depicted. Her beauty was that of a rainbow. Once upon a time she had a taste for children. But, after marrying and devoting herself to Eder... she found a new taste in wolf. Lamia didn't have feelings but she knew what she wanted. What she wanted was for Eder to love her. Which was impossible when his eyes were only for one, Fang. He never made his