Vampire Legacies Novels & Stories

But there was more than that. "You don't understand, Abu. It was fate!" Stephan stated. "Fate?! What do you mean?" Zanea interrupted. Stephan looked at Kram and Kram nodded his head to him, allowing him to send the message. "There is a prophecy," Stephan paused for a while and Abu could see the fear in his eyes. He sharpened his gazes at him and asked, "What is the prophecy about?" Stephan took a deep breath and braced himself, "There once a prophecy that there would be an angel who will soon mate a vampire and will bear a vampire-angel hybrid, who will multiply their lineage and will create a massive war among all creatures and all will fight for life and death."

To further explain the power and strength of the Primordial Alpha the death count of Alphas, betas and omegas over the years weren't included in the aforementioned. However not a single one of them was innocent, they all had blood on their hands before their death all due to ignorance and for the sake of power. What power do they seek for? The Wolf's Legacy. The Primordial Alpha Wolf was the first ever created, Aged over a thousand years. A legend among the history of werewolves. Rumours had it he possessed the Wolf's Legacy, an unspeakable power which could be only be taken by killing the Primordial Alpha. But no one ever confirmed it.

The first time Lyra escaped the phrontistery at Crescent Pack shealmost got lost. A phrontistery was a place where high ranked young werewolves schooled. There was only seven phrontistery in the world. One located in each continent. Lyra’s pack, the Moonstone pack, was situated in West Virginia, United States, North America. The Crescent Pack was the pack in North America that had a phrontistery. It was located in New York, United States, North America.

"Brenda, I need blood, we must go hunt an animal." "An animal? My love we are vampires, we only consume human blood, let's go to where the peasants are, there we will find delicacies." "No Brenda, listen to me, it's been a long time since I drank human blood, my legion decided not to go back to hunting humans, it's not the right thing to do please" "My love, you don't owe anything to any legion, let's just go hunting, you need to satisfy your vampire needs, come on my love"

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

one male said, lifting his goblet to his lips. “Oh?” I glanced at my father. Seraphine had gone a little stiff next to me. “You’ve heard it, of course,” the male said. “Legend has it that a Draven boy fell for a shifter girl. He wouldn’t hear a word of it from anyone, and married her in secret while she was already pregnant with a hybrid.” “That’s just a story,” someone pointed out. “My sources say that it’s real,” another vampire, a female, called out from further down the table. She nodded her head toward Seraphine. “Your grandfather disowned his own son. Your uncle, if the story reads true.”

"But seriously, answer me." "No, I don't sleep. I don't have the privilege to do so," she finally replied. "Why not? Don't go with a lie now." "I won't lie to you." "Yes, and I'm stupid." His sarcastic tone could be worse than anything else. She ignored it and responded, "Vampires don't sleep." The laughter from his forum echoed in his conscience. Hell, what a big lie. Didn't it occur to you to tell him that it's because you like the darkness too? You're so... bad at this, seriously."