Vampire Legacies Novels & Stories

A young boy was holding onto a large silver crucifix on his chest. The dark Qi was being channeled through the silver cross and the energy was being placed into the youth’s body. Blake looked over at Mrs. Hemingway and then to the youth inside the box and back again. The features of the boy were white hair and a pale complexion with ruby lips. He seemed to be sleeping soundly, gathering the energy from the mystic item. Legends said that the crucifix and cross were deadly to their kind, but that was a myth and held no actual bearing. The race of Vampires is not immortal; even though they can live for quite a long time, their life force does wain after a certain time when they are not able to

It's like we're in a teleserye where the most important character in the story will enter with matching wind and the silence of the people here in the hall. I saw a man enter with black hair and red lips, a sharp nose and Sea green eyes. There was a mole on the side of his eye and he was wearing a black leader and black pants, he was wearing rings and they were really shining. "He's Creed Lux ​​Vaughn, the eldest of the Vaughn's. He's known to be hot -headed but he's nice when you two are close. He's a Half Vampire and half wolf. you see his Sea green eyes? That's his best asset, but be careful because those eyes are already hypo hihi. " The story of Lit.

I asked quickly, switching from the question that was dancing on top of my lips to something else. He laughed bitterly, "Do you mean my wife?" Before I could change his mind, he held my face in his hands. "Not anymore, because she's right here with me. I've waited for you for a long time Bella and having you here, means the whole world to me" I removed his hand from my face. "What do you mean?" "Vampires are destined for one Emerthus (a soulmate) all our lives and if our Emerthus die before time, they get reincarnated as long as the other soulmate is still alive. This isn't your first life Bella, it's your second''

"So Vivian Astor set her sights on a new market. Blood. Factories and workhouses sprung up powered by coal and steam. Bloodshed reigned without regulation and she took the same business model to be her own, quite literally emptying her workers into her product. So rose an acceptable way for vampires to feed. A way that hardly differed from buying a chicken for dinner. "We were raised on this as gospel. Bedtime stories of patricide and domination. Followed by the apparent expectation that we would follow in her footsteps. That our hunger would extend as far as hers. The lessons she taught were mostly in that library, sitting beside the fire. When we were still mortal, of course. Is

Even though I'm close to Drake, he doesn't know anything about their past, while Alice has always been upset with me for reasons I can’t seem to comprehend. But the point is that despite being adopted, they were believed to have celebrated their twenty-first birthday lavishly. Even though vampires can't have children like humans, our history book claims that our divinity gave the queen the ability to have a child who would be the heir to the kingdom. And that child is me now, and I’m hoping that as a child given by the white deity, I’ll be able to celebrate mine too. I am not after the grand celebration though because I am not a materialistic person. What I want is for my twenty-first birthd

Though someone may have complained about the lack of vitality. However, something unexpected hit Dante when one day, a woman came to his door with a child claiming that he was his father. There was no way that Dante would admit it because he didn't believe in women anymore when his mother left, not to mention the pure pleasure from fresh. But the DNA test left him speechless. The woman asked for quite a lot of money and left without any hesitation, she was soon gone again as if she never appeared. If it wasn't because of the child standing lively in front of him, Dante would consider all this as a dream, a nightmare. He tried to figure out how he and the woman had the child but all he got wa

He had always believed they were nightmares. Now they felt… different. Real. “No…” Ethan whispered. “That’s not possible.” “It is,” Victor said firmly. “Your parents were part of the Cross family’s core bloodline. They sacrificed everything to ensure your escape.” Ethan pressed a hand to his forehead. His breathing grew uneven. “My parents…” he repeated. “Yes, sir.” The world around him felt unstable. For years, he had believed he came from nothing. No background. No legacy. No identity worth remembering. And now— a stranger was rewriting everything.

They barely coexisted in the same classroom. But one thread pulled me in. A speculative post on a genetics forum. No author listed, no citations, the kind of post that would get laughed out of any real research lab. It listed theoretical symptoms a vampire hybrid might experience without knowing what they were. Blood craving, it said. Triggered by exposure to vampire blood. An instinctive pull toward it. Not hunger exactly, but something the hybrid wouldn't be able to explain. A trance-like state triggered by proximity.

Drăculești is a covenant the blood remembers whether or not the church rewrites the book. I will not march Dennise out as Dracula’s offspring, I will let the rumor learn to walk. I will let enemies say it to make themselves feel brave, then I will make them right enough to choke. I, as the Progenitor, will rule. And I will smile because she is predictable. Elders confuse legacy for love.

"That's even more pathetic than I thought." "You didn't lose to anyone. You destroyed yourself." I stood to leave. "Richard's decisions about his company and his inheritance had nothing to do with you. Your obsession with perceived injustices from twenty years ago cost you everything while Richard's legacy continues." "His legacy built on lies and broken promises!" Victor stood too, shouting now. "Richard Thompson was a monster who destroyed people to build his empire! He deserves to have everything he built torn down!" "Maybe he was a monster in business. Maybe he did hurt people including you." I moved toward the door. "But he's dead and his company is being run by people who are trying to