Vampire Lamia Novels & Stories

I ask, wanting to know who Trent is. “Yep.” K lifts his eyes to me for a moment, but it is enough for me to see they are lifeless. And blue. His eyebrows rise, and he blinks a few times before frowning. ‘A Dacian vampire.’ Queen Lamia despises Dacian vampires, claiming they plot against her and her people. Maybe that’s why she needs the Sword of Nightmares and sent me here to train? As one of her knights, it is my duty to protect her from any threats.

“Cynthia isn´t going to turn into a vampire, is she?” “No, there would have to be vampire blood in her system for her to turn.” Lucas shrugs in frustration. “Initially it was the black wolves; Now we must contend with a vampire over one hundred years old who desires revenge against your mother. Fantastic! Say good-bye to Wolf Springs. And welcome to Vampire Hills, 902-Type-O.” I put a hand on Lucas´ arm. “How long have you known that Liam is half-vampire?”

I was out fighting all day using the sword that my mother gifted me and avoiding using any abilities that I have which I succeeded to do. I've gone to almost every place- even in the human world just to find them all and I've never come back home yet until I finished what my mission is. I never even tried resting because I know I should finish this fast or else my cousin and my aunt will play some dirty tricks on me to stain my name from every vampire in the palace. I know how dirty they play but they are unfortunately because I also am professional when it comes to playing dirty. Beg, cries, and shouting in pain are the only music that I can hear for days and no one had given me a great fig

Long hair is scattered all over the coffin, each strand is jet-black, soft as silk, flowing smoothly under the body. Oralie looked at the girl lying in the coffin, her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes showing a thoughtful expression. Because the coffin had been lying here for so long that it was covered with moss. However, lying inside was not a dry skeleton with white bones, nor a corpse rotting to the bone, but a young girl. A young girl who may be still in her youth but is infected with the ultimate grief of May. Obviously, the one lying here was a vampire, a blood-sucking demon that was at least a few hundred years old.

a grim reaper reported. "What did you say? Did you say, Zanea?" his eyes widened in fear as he looked at the grim reaper. The man bent down his knees and frowned, "Yes, archangel. His name was written in the list," he responded and his heart sank to realized that Zanea was the one who killed the Vampire.

He already knows what is wrong but he still needs to confirm. He studied the young woman's wounds. There are scratches around her arms and legs. Probably from the dragging by her predators. Jones is a vampire but after years of practicing self-control, he managed to make his senses devoid of any scent. If his guess was true, then this woman's blood wouldn't affect him no matter how addictive her blood is.

God Alaric suggested, and goddess Ava looked at Moon goddess for any reaction. "That's where you are mistaken, God Alaric. There is one more part of Victoria that is yet to be shown to the world. Jasmine is Daniel Neptune's mate, Carla is Damien's mate, Victoria loves Alexander, but there is one more essence left within her. Have you forgotten Emerald? The vampire essence of Madeline?" Moon goddess said, making Alaric and Ava widen their eyes. Just how much twisted has she made the life of this simple human girl? If they didn't know about her nature, they would've thought that she was playing games with Victoria.

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had surv

Her fingers guided threads of violet light across the parchment, tugging, weaving, coaxing. Far out in the forest, Amara still ran. Her form was unstable — half-wolf, half-lycan, her body trembling with too much power, her howl raw with grief and rage. Blake and Joseph pursued her, but even they could not close the distance. She was too fast. Too wild. Victoria-Ann remained by the window, her posture regal and unmoving. But her eyes never strayed far from Thalia. She had said little for hours, only watching, calculating, her silence heavier than words.

she stammered, stumbling over her own feet before turning to flee. In the space of a single, agonizing heartbeat, Layla erased the distance. With a blur of feline grace, she leaped, crashing into the maid and slamming her to the cold ground before she could even scream. A choked gasp died in my chest as her teeth ripped through the flesh and skin. There was no hesitation in her action, only a ravenous, savage hunger. My whole world narrowed to a haze of red, as the scent of blood overwhelmed my senses, coating fur and clinging to my form like a sickening, unforgettable perfume.