Vampire Lawyer Novels & Stories

hot, choking, ugly. She screamed. Blade held her tighter, jaw clenched, his own breath uneven. “I’m sorry,” he murmured hoarsely. “I swear to the fucking Moon, we tried.” The attorney cleared his throat softly. “By law… by blood rite… I was the Lycan’s private attorney. Now, Mrs. Lycan...” He paused. “...I serve you.” Scarlet shoved herself free. “Don’t call me that.” Her chest felt like it was caving in.

he finished, crossing his arms. Pet masters weren't allowed to drink from what they had in the shop. It was considered unfair to the rest of their species. That was pretty much the only vampiric law that I agreed with. The man's eyes widened slightly. He bent back down, his gaze meeting mine. It was like those eyes were boring right through my soul, tearing out a vulnerability I didn't realize I had. Still, there was one more crucial ‘issue’ I had that should deter him from wanting me.

Ashley's room? I stooped my head lower in humiliation. That wasn't supposed to be there. "It's fine, Kaelynn, just think of it as a kiss for a cousin because she's my cousin," he said bitterly, and I looked at him again, noticing his sad expression. "Is it forbidden to have feelings for someone in your family?" He sighed and asked. "We purebloods are allowed to marry our sister," he explained. Really? Is that legal for vampires? I also looked around to see if anyone was listening in on our conversation, but it appeared that no one was, so I listened to sir Daryl.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

A vampire as old as Lucas could compel many to become his, and if another vampire laid a fang on them—even unknowingly—he’d have the right by Vampire Law to kill them. “I want to be yours.” “Do you?” he asks, fangs coming back down. “You know what I am. What I’ve done. What I still do.” “I know.” I bend my legs up, pushing my hips against his, and cup his face with my hand. “I know exactly who you are.”

His anger sends him to a standing position to give the allusion that he was bigger than me, which merely entertained me. Standing myself, I place my hands on his desk and lean forward. Still towering over him by a good foot, I look deep into his eyes. “Do you know who I am?” I ask with a smile. “Mr. Brandt and you are a vampire,” his voice still laced with anger and determined answers. “That is the name that I allow you to know. My actual title is Lawler Brandt, King of the Northern Vampires.” As the words leave my lips, I watch Detective Millers' face turn white, and his legs begin to give out. Rushing to his side, I assist him in sitting back in his chair. Mr. Johns is running to get a coo

By the time the sun rises, I’m a quarter of the way through the book, up to the part where the blood god gave Asmodeus the eight, unbreakable vampire laws. Despite my best efforts, I fall asleep before I can read all the laws, but the first on sticks with me. *A vampire can not claim another’s bride as his own.

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

The supernatural legal system runs parallel to human law, handling crimes and disputes the Veil keeps hidden. Sir Rupert's secretary is a thrall. Male, early twenties, beautiful in that empty way thralls get. Addicted to vampire venom, psychologically bonded to whoever owns him. He shows me into Sir Rupert's office without speaking. Sir Rupert Harborough is older than Mordaunt. Seven, maybe eight hundred years. He looks sixty, silver-haired, distinguished. The kind of vampire who'd be a high court judge in human society. In supernatural London, he is one. "Cormac Brennan." Sir Rupert doesn't stand. "Lord Mordaunt said you might visit. New Alpha, recently bereaved, seeking legal counsel. Sit.

She posed in front of the cameraman, her black dress revealing much of her oversized bosom. Implants, indeed. She must have gone to Dr. Slovak in Sweden. He was the only vampire plastic surgeon in existence, and for a large fee, he could help a vampire spend eternity looking young and beautiful. The reporter's implants had probably helped her nab one of the coveted jobs at AVC. The Digital Vampire Network was still fairly new and flooded each week with hundreds of hopeful vampires, each dreaming of being the next big star.