Vampire Ninja Novels & Stories

After finishing all the chores, Adrianna chose a silent place in the apartment to read the book. The moment she picked the book to read, she felt a sudden rush of adrenaline flowing in her body, as if the book itself wanted to be read. She opened the pages and began reading from the first article about the vampires. Of course, they were actually undead and dependent on human blood for nutritional requirements. They have existed in the world from thousands of years ago but no proof of their existence was ever recorded. The vampires are named by their ranks. The new vampires are called Fledglings, they could be upto twenty years or less. The term Neonate, representing the vampire age of fifty

It gathered around, thickening and bristling so that all who came in contact with it were immediately rebuffed by its scorching heat and rough edges. The vampires waged a bloody war against the Brevians, ripping off flesh and digging out hearts. They fed on the blood of their victims after every kill, thereby getting stronger and fiercer. The Brevians fled for their lives after seeing their comrades drop down in alarming amounts. The vampires chased after them, killing them with shocking speed. By midnight, over five thousand Brevian soldiers lay dead. The vampires fed on their blood until they could drink no longer then they faced the Jaresh empire's central city.

Willow stared at him for awhile as he kept his eyes away. "Is there something I can do? Get you water or...?" Willow paused. She was throwing options out there, but Dante was no ordinary being. He is a Vampire. She had very little knowledge of the creatures, which was her fault for not being as prepared to possibly deal with them, but how would she have known she would be in the same room as one?

My pack fights alongside me, their loyalty unwavering. I dance through the chaos, my vampire abilities allowing me to effortlessly dodge incoming attacks and strike with deadly precision. The sound of bones breaking and screams of pain fill the air as I leave a trail of defeated enemies in my wake. The sheer power and grace of my movements leave even the most seasoned warriors in awe.

She started to scream but the vile vermin quickly covered her mouth with one filthy hand over her mouth and the other cupping the back of her neck. "Shhhhh my sweet pretty. I will not harm you." He cooed, his glowing red eyes staring into her's as he tried to hypnotize her into submission. Kaynon shifted, shredding his shorts, and with a running start leaped from his hiding place. The vampire released her, throwing her to the ground. Yet he was not fast enough to escape. Kaynon barrelled into him, pinning him to the ground quickly before sinking his teeth into the undead's neck and rolling the head from its shoulders. He looked up to find Cilyna wide eyed and frozen in fear. As he started to

Lahni said, coming up shooting burning arrows right next to my head. “Hey man that’s my fucking head.” “Shit you wanted that motha fucka to bite you? Because them motha fuckas mouths look rotten. Like how your damn whole mouth green on the inside. Why the fuck can’t these evil motha fuckas make pretty unicorns that fart deadly glitter. But nnnooooo they want to make Vampmons. They making sure we don’t sleep for the next year or two.” Lahni said, as she shot a fire arrow at a Vampmon’s head. “What the fuck is a Vampmon Lahni?” I asked as I shot a Vampmon in the chest, damnit! Now I’m calling them that. “It’s a vampire/demon duh. “How the hell you got a fire arrows? How yall got upgrades and

The improvised whip crackled through the air as I swung it in wide arcs, creating a barrier that held them at bay. Having successfully disarmed and incapacitated most of the malevolent vampires, I surveyed the wreckage, my senses on high alert. Yet, just as the tide of the battle seemed to turn decisively in my favor, a searing pain erupted in my head. A crippling force immobilized me, rendering my muscles unresponsive. I dropped on my knees. The improvised whip fell from my grasp. A sinister but powerful presence materialized at the edge of my vision. Vincent. He entered the battered foyer with an air of dominance. His eyes glowed red in the darkness like a ghost.

The creature hissed and launched another attack, this time aiming to take Bola from the stomach. The mage swallowed when he jumped backward. It took everything in him to keep his mind from the fact that just a slice from those fingers would live him paralyzed or worst dead. From the red patched growing on the creature's face, he could tell that the man was not any ordinary vampire. Vampiron, they were called. The rarest and the deadliest species of the Vamp community. His body was already heating and he could feel the heat that was beginning to soak his shirt. His heart was pulsing, but he had learned over the years to keep his body from feeling fear, even in an inevitable situation.

He already knows what is wrong but he still needs to confirm. He studied the young woman's wounds. There are scratches around her arms and legs. Probably from the dragging by her predators. Jones is a vampire but after years of practicing self-control, he managed to make his senses devoid of any scent. If his guess was true, then this woman's blood wouldn't affect him no matter how addictive her blood is.

After a long observation, he came to the conclusion that it was a vampire's fang mark because no matter how pointed and sharp human teeth were, they could not cause that wound. - Do vampires have fingerprints? – Michael turned to Peter and asked after ordering his subordinates to collect fingerprints on the victim's body. - Of course, there is, their body structure is not much different from ours. I mean they are just different from us when they show their true form, with fur and fingernails, long toenails, sharp fangs, and red eyes. But... do you think they will hold out their hands for you to collect fingerprints? – The hunter squinted his eyes and looked at Michael.