Vampire Paladin Novels & Stories

Allowing vampires to surge and break through the shield lines. “What is that?” One of them asked. “A Wiccan,” Laurel said and felt the shudder of horror and fear go through the troops. Her heart lurched as Eden seemed to focus on where Adolph was pushing through the vampires with a shield and sword. Light gathered in his hand and Laurel’s heart lurched as it shot towards him. “Adolph

She is like a beautiful little deer in the fairy forest. Pandora saw Galvin immediately leaving Sharmaine behind him, this man named Galvin is the most dangerous member of the Mohini vampire clan, he is always pursuing supreme power, he doesn't care about anything. nothing but how to reach the greatest power. “Pandora, why are you acting so rude, I have not done any harm to you and Sharmaine.” Pandora smiled faintly: "Galvin, don't act like a good person, it's disgusting." Everything Galvin did she knew, he wasn't the type to talk.

Nonetheless, one must not forget their undead nature. The vampires that were running after Zephyr were Blizzard Vampires, and they possessed great, icy powers. In other words, ice was their main element. Zephyr quickly unsheathed Draken, engaging his Focus. The sword glowed and shimmered in his palm, “Taste lightning!” Zephyr screamed as the wind kicked up beneath his feet, accompanied by a streak of electricity. Zephyr was preparing his attack stance. With Zephyr at the center, his flurry attack rushed to them like a blossoming flower, striking outwards at everything.

Jayden said while intentionally buying the time for Engram’s spell to wear off, “I heard those whose born from non-soulmates parents will end up as a paladin. They would be stronger physically than average omega but cannot cast powerful spells as pure breed omega should.” The alpha King was slowly approaching the omega prince, while Engram was chanting a spell. “Also, I heard that paladins are born mateless because they harbored the sin of their parents,” Jayden said the most uncomfortable truth that Engram wished he would never hear again. “Is it why you want to claim our mate? Because you don't deserve to have one, correct?”

“No, but....” “Clean?” a Paladin with olive skin, black hair, and hazel eyes, seated at the other end of the table, asked. “No.” “Make clothes? Knit? Stitch? Take care of animals? Hunt? Fight? Anything?” another one asked in a playful tone. He had soft blue eyes, red hair, and freckles all over his face. Ayla’s shoulders slumped forward. “No.” “Then you are useless,” the Paladin from her left said. “Better feed her to the wolves. A good Myrthanian is a dead one.”

But now it was for someone else. His gaze shifted to her partner with growing unease. The face was familiar, but distantly so, like a half-remembered dream. The vampire was tall and broad-shouldered, his posture military-straight, carrying himself with the disciplined grace of a knight. But this was no gallant knight—the hunger flash of gleaming fangs was unmistakable when he smiled, and his vermilion eyes seemed to glow with an inner light that no valiant solider should ever harbor.

The vampire didn’t even see death coming. Seraphine Vale stood in the shadowed archway of the abandoned cathedral, her breathing steady, her pulse calm too calm for someone about to end a life. Moonlight spilled through the shattered stained-glass windows, painting the floor in fractured colors. Red. Blue. Gold. The vampire lord laughed as he paced the altar, drunk on stolen blood and power. He was ancient, bloated with immortality, arrogant enough to believe no human could touch him.

That was his signature and mode of feeding. With Vader and the other guards behind him, they proceeded into the Prison. Jaha was a cursed hybrid - a vampire and wizard. He was known as the first hybrid as his mother was a witch and his father, a Vampire. They had both died years later. With his special powers, Jaha grew up to be soul-hungry. He was the most dangerous and most dreaded VampLord - always inflicting pain, not just to the wolves, but to the vampires as well. He had been ruling over his father's coven - Rabid Shadow Coven - but that was never enough for him as he wanted to conquer all. He wanted every coven to be ruled by him and the rest of the VampLords out of the way.

He merely exhaled. A breathtaking wave of shimmering, iridescent Eclipse fire—a perfect fusion of white-gold light and rich purple shadow—swept down the steps of the dais. The moment the divine magic touched Lord Vane, the ancient vampire screamed in sheer, unadulterated agony. The Eclipse fire didn't burn his flesh; it violently purified the stolen, corrupted blood-mana within his core. The crimson glow in Vane’s eyes was forcibly extinguished, his dark magic unraveling into harmless, evaporating steam.

Maybe thinking about the right words to say. “ No, he didn’t got a bite though. He’s real vampire which mean he doesn’t a bite from vampire. He turn into the vampire itself when he turn into 18 years old. Real vampire and bite vampire is different. Real vampire has it special abilities, ” Harley explain everything carefully. Hope it doesn’t drive Adryan crazy. “ So you’re saying that I will turn into vampire once I turn 18 years old and I will have special abilities? Like what? I can fly? Breath forever underwater? Or sleep underground for the entire life?, ” Adryan clearly seem did not believe it.