Vampire Mafia Novels & Stories

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,

"Dominic Montenegro, the Supreme alpha, led an attack this weekend against an organization of vampires that had enslaved his people for years in the shadows. See the consequences of the act" "Vampire attacks plague the American people. To date, 117 victims have been confirmed" “Relatives of Marcos Smith, the first victim of the vampire infestation in the city after the attack by the Supreme Wolf, are prevented from burying their loved one by the national threat. 'That's what happens when they try to share our world with wild animals, they kill. thinks that a piece of paper serves as a collar for these dogs. They have their own laws' says Agatha, Marcos' mother, blaming the wolves for spreadi

he said and I did do that, he started to push me slowly first, but he hardly pushed me, and for a vampire, I knew that he could push me higher and it would be more fun. "Hunter," I say in a groan. "Yeah?" he says still pushing me very slightly on the swing, my feet were hardly moving off the ground. "Aren't you a big bad vampire?" I remind him. "I am, is something wrong? Do you need me to get someone dealt with?" he asks me and I giggled. "Are you into the mafia or something?" I ask him with a giggle. "I'm the mafia, now tell me who do you dealt with," he says again and I couldn't help but laugh out loud, I laughed from all my heart at him.

I chided, snatching the paper from his hand and skimming over the contents. God, I can't believe this. “The mafia?” My chastising eyes snapped up to him. “The Hiterole Earls in Miami? You robbed a mafia’s treasury. These are bad vampires. They will hunt you down and kill you if they catch you. Not to mention, law enforcement will slap you with conspiracy charges for Aerowyn’s crimes. What the hell, Gustav?”

Lorenzo said. "She is dangerous. They hacked into our systems," Paul said. "What! If they manage to hack into your system and you are one of the best, that means they can hack any mafia system," Lorenzo said. "She has. I know she has," I told them. "How?" James asked. "If their system knows which tattoo belongs to which mafia, which cars, the leaders, their wives, and children, you think that they haven't?" I asked, and they all kept quiet. "We need them on our side as soon as possible. Maybe she can help us defeat Elijah," James said.

Kat left, and Tyler took the seat that she had vacated. "Please have a seat," Monica said to the two. They were both vamps. I opened the folder. The two vamps stared at the crucifix around my neck and dropped teeth. I stared at them. One was a tall thin, slick-dressed man. He reminded me of a pimp. His hair was dark and tied behind him in a long ponytail. The other was small and looked like a weasel. What criteria did Masters use when turning vamps? These two looked like two-bit thugs.

Volume/Book 1: The Stylish Mafia Girl & Her Muse Mafia men have been the trend of town for ages; their dominance over the world resembles a ghost ruling the graveyard—driven by that statement when exceptionally beautiful female Simone Thompson—the ruling Mafia of Austria vows to change the belief, then destruction is accompanied by terror, action, and the everlasting love to kill for adventure.

I winked. "Who the hell are you?" He asked. "The silent killer. Wife of Kaal, the most feared mafia Legion in India," I muttered. "What? Shit, sorry, I had no idea who were you, I take my words back. We don't intend to sleep with the wives of mafia bosses," he spoke, apologising to me. Well, one thing I do tend to like about this mafia business. Most of the people, even though sex-hungry, don't dare to lay their eyes on their leader's wives until their husbands are the predators. And as much as I know Kaal, he isn't sex hungry.

superciliousness, and cynicism, all of which exude negative energy. Despite his scintillating and resplendent appearance, his activities are dreary and hideous, and he is regarded as the worst human being people might ever encounter. His profession and character have earned him the hatred of those who have encountered him, as he engages in merciless killings, portraying the worst form of selfishness as a mafia leader who delights in darkening the lives of others. Jacob Kyler is a 29-year-old man who has gained notoriety as one of the most powerful mafia leaders in Washington DC, recognized both locally and internationally for his influence and authority in the underworld. He possesses a str