Vampire Painter Novels & Stories

There was only two kind of people who knew about our existence, the vampires and witches, but we never got across to one another, we all just stayed within our boundaries , we don't meet them, they don't meet us. I got into my black Toyota corolla sport car, I needed to go simple, the last thing I needed was some nosey human sticking in my business and asking stupid ass questions. I sped down the highway, sped was an over statement, the car kept stopping along the road, I was only minutes away from the office, the car backfired again. This was the little consequence I had to suffer for my actions and dad was basically punishing me for refusing to join the family business, and most importantl

Alaric was upset with the deal Adna proposed to him. Not that his blood wasn't weak to perform necromancing but he had no one to teach him. Alaric was sitting in his office, with his head in his hands. Behind the wall hangs a portrait of a woman. She was no other than the famous Zara Knight, Alaric's mother. Below the portrait, there was a wooden decor where all the trophies were placed. It was from her mother, she was a vampire hunter. She hunted more than hundred of rogue vampires who were supposedly a threat to the entire community.

the vampire says sadly Alud smiled slyly, realizing what Brook-ta-man was talking about. - Come on, vampire, suck the rotten blood. Not all the same you drink the blood of young virgins. Brook-ta-man grinned, grimacing a little, sharply dug into the neck of the white-faced. Flesh crackled. The hunter screamed helplessly. A dark, viscous sludge poured into the belly of Bruk-ta-man. He closed his eyes, concentrated. The memory of blood poured into his brain. Silent movie flashes, sharp slowdowns and freeze-frames, his head throbbed with concentration, blood was asking for return, the vampire kept it in himself through force. Suddenly the flickering stopped and he saw a clear picture. All the s

This was my first time venturing beyond the confines of my quarters since being brought to this imposing mansion as a captive from my pack. The sprawling mansion was a labyrinth, and I could easily get lost in its vast corridors and for the first time I was grateful for the vampire guards who guided me, providing directions whenever I needed them. As I walked, a stunning painting on the wall caught my attention, and I paused to admire it. The artwork depicted three individuals: Damian, Tristan, and a beautiful woman with fiery red hair that matched mine. I didn't recognize her, but a sense of curiosity piqued my interest.

For months, a shaky truce had held between the vampires and werewolves, forged in blood after centuries of war. Viktor, a tall vampire with sharp features and eyes like polished obsidian, stood guard outside the princess's chambers. His job was simple: protect Lira, the werewolf princess, at all costs. One slip, one breach of the peace, and the fragile agreement would shatter, dragging both races back into slaughter.

"I don't know… I just think that as hunters we are so set in our ways based on a history that we can't even be sure of, that we forget to take note of how the times have changed and perhaps… mmph… maybe not all vampires are the evil monsters that we have painted them to be." "So, you're saying that you think vampires have changed over the course of time?" "Not all of them, I mean there are definitely some of the most despicable monsters I have ever seen right here in the city, but yeah. That's exactly what I am trying to say." Zander rose to his feet so that he was standing opposite Harley, and cleared his throat. He let out a hefty breath of air, clearly unhappy with the point she was tryin

The walls, painted with fine layers of glittering paint, reflected the glow of the chandeliers, making the entire room seem like it was draped in stars. All around, high-ranking vampires conversed in hushed tones, sipping from crystal glasses filled with dark red liquid. These were not just any vampires—they were the elite, the powerhouses of the Vampire Kingdom. Each one either controlled vast business empires or held dominance over vampire packs, making them some of the most influential figures in their world.

~ Nox After all the leaders had approached and brought their gifts, Zora excused herself and went with Hailey and Sydney to freshen up. I took the time to stretch my legs, saying hi to a few people. Walking further, I took notes of the walls of the hall were lined with rare art painitings my mother took joy in collecting. One of the paintings caught my eye. An illustration of Ryker, the first lycan to fall for werewolf woman and mark her as his own. Because of this, they were both banished by their own kind and made to live in a thick forest as rogues.

Ava murmured"That dog just blinked at me,she pointed to the drawing. "Such a baby," Vador laughed. The next thing made Ava scream causing every vampire in the gallery to look at her. Someone had tapped her ,on turning back to reply the person she saw that hands from a painting of a drawing had tapped her. She screamed. "Ava," Vador called out slightly offended. "My lord," A man in faded clothings greeted"Is she with you" He asked looking at Ava strangely. "Any problem?" "She's acting quite abnormal for a pure blooded vampire," the man replied"Her skin is so pale yet she looks so ugly even for a human vampire."

“They said the corpse looked like it was ravaged by dogs. The article went into gore detail about the claw and bite marks, and how he was sucked dry.” We turned to another hallway and was immediately greeted by the huge framed portraits of all the captains the guild had over the years since it was established. It adorned both walls so walking through this particular hallway had always been my least favorite part in wrapping up a mission. It didn’t help either that each captain in the portraits held a frightening scowl on their faces. Why was it a requirement to scowl in photographs? I wish somebody smiled in pictures for a change. “Sucked dry?” Kyle inched closer. Our cheeks were touching, m