Vampire Mafia Novels & Stories

So he nodded. “I will wait until your return,” he said. “I have a gift for you,” she said softly, just as hell broke loose in the entrance of his mansion. The yell of one of his vampires was heard as a woosh of brightness entered the pool room, three of his people turning to ash in seconds as a silver stake streaked through the air. “Mavery, you lied!!” came the yell of a woman in all black as she rushed forward, as another of his vampires trying to stop her entrance went down.

Our love had conquered the demons of our past, and together, we faced the future with open arms. The whispers grew into a shout, a declaration heard by all. The city watched as we worked tirelessly to rebuild our empire, not on the backs of the broken, but on the foundation of our love. The twins grew strong, their hearts filled with the hope of a better world. They were the promise of a future where the mafia was not feared, but respected for the protection it offered. ---

And so the cold wind of the night rushed into the car. “M-miss! It is dangerous!” “Please! I don’t want to do this either! but if you still won’t drive me there, I’ll bite my tongue and bleed here!” Akira shouted with tears streaming down her cheeks. The driver got spooked. Everyone knows that the blood of Clemente, as well as those from the two clans, is sweeter than anything else in this world and it is most sought by vampires. And so if Akira were to do that, for sure those vampires would run to where they are now and would be killed by them.

He remembered that year Peter said Maris was a non-pure vampire, she was a human but was marked by another vampire and one of the two guys who came to rescue her was a non-pure vampire. Excluding Vincent, the remaining vampire is Samson. When he set a trap to capture Samson in Lucasta's room, he tried to find that diamond on Samson but couldn't find it. The diamond of the temple of the sun god lost for a thousand years, will have an incredible price. Seeing the car leave, William's group of henchmen slowly came out of the bushes and entered the factory. During the day, they are normal hard workers like any other workers, but at night they kidnap people and bring them here, draining their blo

“So, who do you live with then? Your mum?” “No, my mum's dead too. I live with my older brother.” I added saving him the stress of having to ask. The truth seems to be working, I just have to edit the unnecessary parts, like the fact that my brother is a vampire that is about to be crowned king of the underworld.

Also, Sir Danilo wants Dan to marry a pureblood and have high-ranking pureblood grandchildren in his bloodline. I know that a pureblood can revive someone dead, so does that mean Mama is a pureblood too? Wait, what's the difference between the other vampires anyway? If I become a vampire, will Sir Danilo accept me as his son's wife and let us live in peace here? Being a vampire doesn't sound bad at all, right? "Dan," I called my husband, and he looked at me. "Can you make me a vampire too?" I said to him, and his forehead creased.

"I'm Dante Moretti. I assume you've heard of me." Moretti. The name sent a chill down my spine. Dante Moretti was no stranger to me. In fact, he was one of the most feared men in the city, head of the Moretti mafia, a ruthless, calculating leader. The kind of man who controlled everything from the shadows, his reach extending into every part of the city. I swallowed hard. This can't be good. "I'm not interested in whatever you're doing," I said, trying to sound firm, though my voice betrayed me. It came out shaky, as though my body knew this encounter was about to change everything. I tried to close the door off but he puts his palm against it.

He kept looking at his girl as if she could fix him, as if her eyes could erase the debts he’d buried in darkness, and that made me want to laugh. I felt the muscle in my jaw tighten. My hand curled into a fist without meaning to. I could smell the fear on him; it was the kind that clung to anyone who had spent years taking what they wanted and thinking themselves clever. In that moment, the house felt smaller. It pressed on my lungs like the weight of a promise that must be kept. Damon was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Every apology was like a dirty cloth trying to hide its look. He had walked among decent people and fed on them until there was nothing left but explanations and excuses. “Mafi

She bursted out in tears. She ran out of ammo and she dropped the gun to the floor. Katy was unrecognizable in the state she was in. Rufus cried out in pain. "Give me a quick death, please," He cried but Damon was not having it. He reloaded his gun and he shot at his feet and knee. "I'll give you a break," Damon said before turned to us. "Get me fuel, Vivian will burn their corpse," He ordered Harry with heavy breaths. This was the way of mafia, kill or be killed.

I pull myself to my feet. “Now you’re in shit.” I spit the males blood out of my mouth. “Not only did you attack the assistant of The Vamp Mafia Leader, but” I emphasise with a wicked, twisted grin, “He also attempted to assassinate The Future Queen of The Wolves.” All of the vamps across from me go wide eyed and deathly pale. “Congratulations!” I clap. “You just signed your death certificate.” I throw my arms up and retreat to the van. Milo snaps out of his daze as I slam my door. He scurried into the van, leaving a set of shell shocked vamps in his wake.