Vampire Mafia Novels & Stories

As I grew older and overheard conversations between papa and his 'colleagues', I soon figured out what the fuck was going on. I was fourteen when I found out. My papa killed his brother and his family to take over the Spanish mafia himself. He did all of this for money. Our family wasn't poor before this, so papa had no reason to be this greedy. He got caught up in all of this avarice that he ended up killing his own family. It wasn't like uncle Pedro didn't send us money either, he would always help us when we asked. Yet, papa didn't appreciate his brother's efforts enough...

Could it be that they wanted to kill them off, after making sure that they have been weakened by the collars? Could it be the other mafia clans? But they didn’t know he was a Lycan. It was only a few that knew of their true nature. As a matter of fact, the other mafian clans do not know of their true nature, except Ambosia, and that was because his uncle was part of the council. Could it be Ambosia? He didn’t think so. His spies whom he had sent to check on the arrogant dealer weren’t back, but he was sure that the man was innocent of this particular crime.

Her eyes were watering as well. She held him as close as she could. She planted kisses on his forehead. He was on his knees, and she was in his lap. They stayed there until the sun was replaced by the moon, and the sun won the battle again and replaced the moon. As the rays of sunshine dried up the previously wet floor, and lightly warmed up Amber’s toes, her swollen eyes opened. Amber’s pov: The man whose arms are wrapped tightly around my waist is my man…I’m sure of the fact that he’s the one for me. He is my mafia man. He chose me, not because I didn’t give him a choice, but rather because his heart told him to do so.

**Vanessa’s POV** "Woah!" I exclaimed as I fell into the arms of a strong man. Luckily, he was quick to catch me and steadied me. I turned around to face the man, who had a well-chiseled face, piercing blue eyes, and a strand of hair falling over his forehead. How did I know he was part of the mafia? Maybe it was the distinct tattoos and the rings he wore that gave it away. "Hi..." I stammered.

They were discreet and careful not to draw too much attention to themselves. Other mafia families, though, ran their mafia in the werewolf world. And the werewolf world was governed by different rules. These mafia tended to be fiercer, more dangerous, and way, way more ruthless. I needed to know what mafia we were dealing with. Found it! A blue moon with a black arrow through it. Shit. That was the insignia of the Santonio Mafia. It was a VERY powerful mafia with roots in Greece. They did NOT do business with the human world. They were werewolf only.

I hear the sharp intake of breath through the phone “Also I followed the scent to this massive-looking compound, heavily guarded do you know who is in there? My father’s tone of voice changes and his voice is booming through the phone. “You do well to stay away Lucien, You don’t want to mess with that pack they are ruthless and will slaughter the whole pack we are no match for them” “Who are they then?” I demand “They are the Rabidfang Nightstalkers and all Alpha run back and Mafia as well” Holy shit I think to myself they do really exist, “I am warning you Lucien don’t start trouble with them” “Don’t worry Father, I’ll leave it” I smirk to myself they have Carina and I want her back, there

With a roar of the engine, I sped off recklessly into the night, consumed by anger and thoughts of revenge for what they had just done to me. My mind raced, consumed by a whirlwind of terrifying possibilities. The ease with which everything fell into place was a clear sign of Aamon's manipulative hand. A chill slithered down my spine as I realized that the mafia was now directly intertwined with Rei Draven. Sooner than expected, our paths had merged and the stakes were higher than I could have ever imagined. But I couldn't run from this twisted game - no, it was time to play along and show them what I was truly made of. With claws bared and a savage hunger in my eyes, Xavier Woods would soon

She’d been at camp for years and knew everyone. She told me about Mario and how he’d won his first classic car in a poker game with a goblin. He’d been a chef in a major city and while she didn’t know exactly why he’d gone feral, she was pretty sure the goblin mafia was involved. “I didn’t even know there was a goblin mafia,” I admitted. “There’s a seedy underworld for every species,” she said. “But out of all of them, the vampires are by far the worst. Nobody crosses them.”

I pushed myself off the door frame and took a step toward him. "So, is this what you do to your victims?” I pressed. “You put them under your control and then kill them? Well, Darick, you can shove that stupid blood oath up your ass and go to hell! You are barbaric.” This clearly made him angry. Good. He deserved to feel half of what I was. "You don't know what you're talking about. You know nothing about me," he growled. "I know you are the leader of the Blood Brother's mafia, a gang of vampires, and I now understand why you're called Darick the Bloodthirsty," I replied, pointing to the bite mark on my neck.

- You are a hypocrite that frankenstein, it was not David Del Valle, you disrespected me first, and I always knew that the damned one is still alive, and I am not sure where you have him, but I do know he is alive. Maria De La Cruz, and her people had undoubtedly gone overboard with their actions again, as they would have bought one more great enemy, but what is a mafia without enemies? They put the Colombian totally naked, they totally changed him, they checked his ears, hair, nails, so that he would not have any secrets, they left him in the Brazilian border to survive as he could, and that was undoubtedly the beginning of the great mafia war, that would have been detonated, thanks to him,