Vampire Masquerade Novels Novels & Stories

I will give him more than he bargains for. I go to my new home, a plain suburban affair. It is furnished. Quickly, not breaking a sweat, I move most of the furniture into the garage. Then I retire to the master bedroom, draw all the shades, and lie down on the hard wooden floor and close my eyes. The sun has drained my strength, I tell myself. But as I doze off I know it is also the people I have met this day that have cut deep into me, where my iron blood flows like a black river over the cold dust of forgotten ages, dripping onto this green world, onto the present, like the curse of the Lord himself. I hope to dream of Krishna as I fall asleep, but I do not. The devil is there instead. Yak

But then the craziest thing happened instead. I heard her walking before I saw her. There was young maiden who came to answer the door. She had blonde hair just like I always loved. Her skin looked so soft and smooth. She looked like she was glowing. It was angelical. She was... just PERFECT for me. I literally couldn't take my eyes off her. My beloved mate. So quick fact, vampires like myself do not smell their mates, we see them. Legend says that when a vampire sees their mate for the first time, their undead hearts beat in recognition. Well, that is not possible, but I sure was left breathless from seeing her right now.

I noticed a small couch in a corner and took a seat on it. "Do you always watch me every night?" She suddenly asked me breaking the silence. "Since you got attacked," I confirmed and she nodded. "You're quite calm for someone who just learned that completely fictional characters actually exist," I pointed out. I've noticed ever since I told her that I was a vampire she kept a calm expression as if she's been told the exact same thing her whole life. "I really don't know either. I just feel this weird sense of belonging." That's probably the effect of the sacred book on her. She's the chosen one so she'd naturally feel attached to our species without even knowing.

she cursed. "I'm sorry, you're not answering so I thought you were back asleep or something bad happened," she shouted. Blake sighed in relief as he stared at his coffin. His room has no window, it was all dark and a black with red lining coffee was placed in the middle of the room, together with two more coffins. He didn't want anyone to see his room, although Veronica knew about him being a vampire, he didn't still want to let anyone see his strange room. After a few minutes, Blake went out of the door and Veronica was blushing real hard.

he asked with a sigh of resignation. “Ben and Lila and… the vampires,” Jasper admitted. “The vampires know that you have zombie in you? How?” he asked. “I attacked one of them and killed them,” he offered. “That could have been the wolf venom,” Marcus mused. Guilt was clearly in his voice as Jasper admitted, “It could have been, accept I’d already created a formula to make them resistant to wolf venom. They get sick but don’t die.” Seeing the pack master’s eyes go wide with surprise and disbelief, he quickly added, “In fairness, I was their prisoner and had to do as they asked.”

Caitlin dove into the book, scanning through, turning the pages as fast as she could, looking for any mention of vampires, of how to heal or cure one, how to bring one back to normal life. As she began to read, she suddenly slowed down. She went back and read it again. Then again. Her heart started beating with hope. She could tell right away that this book was very different than the others. This, of all the books, felt the most real to her, the most scholarly, the most impartial. It wasn’t filled with hyperbole and myth and wild stories told by grandmothers. This one was written, paradoxically, by a bishop, in the 16th century. Also a doctor, he had seen dozens of inexplicable cases of cor

Alistair sent a servant to take a message to Theodore's house. "something is strange though", Alistair noted after the servant had left. "What is strange?", Fife asked. "I shouldn't have been able to wake up that easily. The last time this happened, I was in a coma for a month with a steady supply of blood and red crystals", "What are red crystals?", Elena asked. "precious gems that are used to heal vampires, replenish their energies and boost their powers", Alistair answered her. "so why did you wake up by just taking Theodore's blood?",

Padma asked her with slightly furrowed brows when she saw her wet face. Kyra touched her face and was surprised that it was indeed wet. She slowly wiped it away and recollected what had happened in the old house. When the necklace gripped her, her eyes suddenly opened to another kind of world where she saw different factions of vampires. They called them covens and she saw each of them according to their names and their characters. She was surprised that there were more people like her and she never knew. Everything she saw and found herself in were real, but only that she was not there as Kyra, but as the one who owned the necklace, the one whom Bathilda mentioned her name to be Kathryn, he

Ryan bares sharp, extended teeth, his snarl deep enough to make the ground vibrate. Cassidy slams a vampire down, her boot pinning its throat, and snarls through bared teeth, “You want her? You’ll have to rip through us first.” Luna moves closer to me, her presence a beacon in the middle of the storm. Her fingers glow with shimmering light, the barrier spell already dancing at her fingertips. Her chants are soft, rhythmic—ancient. Her body trembles from the sheer force of the energy she’s calling down, but her voice doesn’t waver. She doesn’t falter. Every time a vampire pushes too close, she launches a burst of magic that hits like a hammer, sending them flying back into broken walls or str

The ring on her finger burned with power. Lucien grabbed her arm. “We need to leave. Now.” Cael tilted his head. “She’s not going anywhere.” Because from above them, the stairwell collapsed. Stone. Fire. Darkness. And Alya Roth? She was trapped in a tomb with two vampires. One who swore to protect her. And one who used to rule her. ~~~~~