Vampire Legacies Novels & Stories

"You have no place in this conflict. Leave before I add you to the corpses." I smiled, deliberately showing fangs. Let them see what I was. What I'd always been. "I'm not just any vampire. I'm Lucien of the Blood Court, eldest son of King Cassius, commander of the Night Legion. And I knew the First Luna, intimately. I know things about her that even she doesn't remember." That got its attention. Kha'zor's grip on Silas loosened slightly, the burning sword pulling back just an inch. "Speak."

The crystal shattered on the floor, spilling blood across the carpet. Valkiria was also so shocked that her usual mischievous expression changed. "That’s impossible," Adrian murmured, incredulous. She turned her face toward Adrian, a slight smile appearing on her lips. "Lucian is not an ordinary vampire. He is the son of the Lord of Darkness, the Firstborn of Shadows. His blood carries a power that transcends the curse. That is why he was able to create life on the border between death and existence. His blood anchored the child before the transformation could completely consume Larissa. She is... unique."

I almost wasn't able to stop myself but I knew I had to for her own sake. Vampires can see other people's emotions but they cannot feel them. We are naturally emotionless creatures that don't feel things. That's why vampires are one of the most dangerous creatures you could meet because they're completely merciless. The only emotion they're able to feel is lust. I have a few that I can feel specifically because I'm cursed to be the protector but others couldn't. For example the hurt I was able to feel when Maya assumed I was the one who injured her. I was her protector and she should've known that I would never hurt her in any way. Those are the kind of emotions that comes with the curse of

Irina stated. “All right, all right, give me a minute,” she replied. Cyrille, perplexed, checked the XNN news to find out what Irina was up to. “Another man was discovered dead in Piatra Cralului National Park. According to the police, a group of hikers discovered Jordan Lambert’s lifeless body on the forest road leading through Zărneşti Gorges. Like the previous killing reports, Mr. Lambert has also two bite marks on his neck that may be the cause of his death. The authorities are still investigating what is causing these killings in order to find the perpetrator as soon as possible. However, there is speculation that these killings are carried out by an incredible creature...vampires. Howe

Gazing into his molten chocolate eyes, we slowly started to move in sync as the song played in the background at an acceptable volume level, falling into a comfortable and peaceful silence as I let him hold me and guide me, thoroughly enjoying the moment. Letting my gaze fall to his cherry red lips and that fake blood that trailed towards his chin I couldn't help but let my mind picture those sharp canines that hid beneath them, casually thinking about a fun fact. "Hey, isn't that kinda ironic?" I suddenly said, earning myself a confused frown. "You know, the fact that you're actually the opposite and all that-" "Wait, do vampires even exist? I mean, are they actually real, considering the f

Elara looked at the Blood Moon. “I’m tired of being protected by lies.” The wind moved through the valley. The mark on her hand burned brighter. And for a moment, every wolf felt it. Not dominance. Not fear. Authority. The kind that came from something older than packs. Older than war. Older than memory. The Forgotten Moon had returned. But it had not returned as a legend. It had returned as a girl who wanted answers. And that made her more dangerous than anyone realized. Because legends could be controlled.

Though the two words sound the same when spoken, our written records would clearly distinguish between the pure of blood and the lesser of the species. Our entire history, weaknesses, strengths and deeds are painstakingly recorded in great detail in a specially commissioned, leather bound ledger that he has come to call ‘The Vampyre Chronicles.’ The Vampyre being referred to is himself, not the race as a whole. He is beginning to believe in his own legend and that is not good for anyone, myself included.

Sadie Davis has outlived her luck, and it's time to show her what happens when you cross the Camorra. Pulling into the garage, I parked my bike beside the others. My collection gleamed in the dim light—pristine, untouchable. B always begged me for one, but I’m not in the habit of handing out what’s mine. These bikes are the fruits of my victories, my labor, my relentless drive. I am the Camorra's gem for a reason. I might falter, but I never stay down for long. I claw back everything, and then some. Double or triple. And beyond the victories, there's another reason I'm the gem—because I am the only legitimate heir. The only child born into my father's legacy. That’s why I, and only I, am a v

"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."