Vampire Painter Novels & Stories

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW Deep in the woods of the werewolf realm, the vampire couple lay in their own blood. The male vampire, his chest torn open, reached for his mate whose throat was being crushed beneath a strong foot, suffocating her. “P-please…spare my mate…don’t kill her…” They had tried to escape, but had fallen into the clutches of a beast. Above them, a half-shifted Ryker sharpened a wooden stake with his claws. His entire body was painted red with the blood of all the powerful people he killed but could not satisfy him. Instead it just made him dissatisfied and furious.

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

“Whatever you’re selling human, I’m not buying it. Decker may be fooled but not me.’’ I thought you might say that. I fished out a dagger from my back pocket and stabbed him on the foot. He let out an enraged scream and I saw that as my cue to bolt. I run towards the spiralling staircase, breath heavy and chest tight. It was dark, save for the lanterns that were placed on the four corners of the walls. The black and white paintings alone were enough to make me pass out due to its vivid representation of the men with fangs. One painting in particular made me almost puke in my mouth: a male vampire had a woman, who I assumed was a human limp on his lap as he drank from her. Swallowing the bile

The voice sounded tired, which made a vampire and the wolf angry. - behind that painting - the hunter's voice sounds again - is the entrance to the basement A vampire touches a painting and an arrow pierces his head - Not that one... One of those is the key to the secret entrance... Try not to die to rescue your friend "Damn.... What did Michelle see in that stupid guy?" Atticus asks... Everyone looked at the various paintings, there were more than ten paintings and there were only four people, another complication... Meanwhile outside the fortress... The wolves were gaining, several hunters were already tired and without weapons, so they fought hand to hand. The battle outside was faster th

However, just in the hallway, I saw a series of personal portraits of family members. From the skills of painting, I could tell that this Vampire family was an ancient one. I had learnt something about traditional drawing before, so I could distinguish their value from the oil that were used to keep the fresh colors from fading away. As expected, I found the painter signed in the lower right corner, William Van Der Woosen, who was an indeed one of the most well-known top oil painters. Taylor Blake, the earliest ancestor of our hunter family, was also painted by William. What made him so famous was that his paintings looked just like real photographs.

I begged as my own blood choked me. It’s as if she was possessed by something,as if she didn’t know what she was doing. “Why should I? Your people kept us in bondage, you suck humans as if you created them but it’ll end today, it’ll definitely end” she lamented as thunder stroke the clouds. “With the power invested in me,I make the vampires slaves,impotent before us” she yelled as my eyes began to close down. She watched me take my last breath as everything on Earth became blurry.

She believed sometimes knowledge and curiosity would put someone's life at risk and she didn't want to drag anyone along with her crazy obsession about supernatural beings. With her secret collection, she knew that the prominent kind residing with humans were vampires. They were categorized in three categories. Pureblooded were those who were born as vampires with parents who were both vampires, they were the strongest. Turned vampires, humans who went through transition. And half-vampires, those who were fruits of the union of vampires and humans.

She ignored my question. Without warning, she lunged forward, grabbing my hair and twisting my neck to a side before burying her fangs inside my neck. A blood curdling scream escaped through my lungs and she clutched my mouth roughly. She was a vampire, she was so much more stronger than me and I was aware of that. But I had to fight back, I had to do something, anything. With another muffled scream, I tried to lean away from her as she kept sucking my blood, completely draining me. " I hate you and your presence so much that I had to stop myself from ripping your heart out every fucking time you lay your filthy hands on him." She kept rambling as I broke down on the floor, clutching my neck