Vampire Pets Novelas e Histórias

her wolf answered. There are traces of fatigue on her face. She tried to stand up again, and this time she did it successfully. When Cassandra looked around, she saw that they were only three remained in the ring. Two werewolves and one vampire. Slowly, she walked towards them. The black wolf glanced at her and nodded his head, which Cassandra did the same. They started circling their prey. With the black wolf's signal, they attacked the vampire. Cassandra jumped on his right while the black one jumped on his left. She got punched, but the vampire couldn't dodge the black wolf's bite. It gave him a fatal blow. The vampire tried to stand, but he had no strength left. Slowly the mark disappear

Am I supposed to sit and heel and eat out of his hand? Tony sighed. "Vampires who have caught his attention become his playthings. Sometimes he pleasures them or has them pleasure him. But when a Vampire is so old that he can barely remember being alive, then what gives him pleasure becomes twisted. When he finishes with his pets they are maimed."

Zander growled. "Pets?" "Yes, vampires like to keep pets. They feed on them and have sex with them anytime they want. Most pets are kept in cages like animals." "And others?" "Let's just forget about this for now." Zander kissed the back of my hand. Fuck, pets? That's twisted. I wondered if he had used his powers on me earlier. That would explain why I felt like that.

Just for him. Shane stood a step behind, arms crossed, eyes narrowing. He didn’t like the look on his boss’s face. Not because it was dangerous—but because it wasn’t. That smile? It meant the lust had grown. It wasn’t unheard of for vampires to lust after humans. But what he feared was the emotion likely to follow. Affection. He couldn’t have Damien growing weak. “Vampires have always kept human pets,” Shane said finally, voice low but edged. “Once we pull this off, you can have both. Your wife and your girl.”

As we scream for mercy, they’d laugh at the pain until the screams fade into thin air, leaving in its wake nothing but a body bag. After the death of my family, I, along with some other females who were lucky to be alive, were taken to an establishment known as The Pet Shop. Upper-class vampires don’t kill humans in tents because that’s beneath them. Instead, they come to The Pet Shop to purchase humans who would be used as slaves, pets, or sex toys. When the vampire got tired, he had the power to get rid of the insignificant human. By that I mean they either kill us or re-sell us to another interested vampire.

“No, I have a friend who was tricked into going there and ended up being a pet for a sadist, getting tortured every time. Anyway, let’s not talk about him. So, you found your previous boyfriends there?” “They were what you’d call pets. But unlike your friend, they weren’t forced. I didn’t torture them; they sought it out themselves.” “You must be joking. How could there be such people?” “It’s true. The harder I went, the happier they were. I even mimicked the methods those vampires used on their toys, and they got more excited.” So not every pet was forced; some were genuinely willing. “Over time, I thought that to make someone happy, you had to do this, as long as there wasn’t too much bloo

With a nod of acknowledgment, Victor clarified, "While Yadiel's provision may seem beneficial to many, his exorbitant fees and the occasional tainted blood supply are significant drawbacks. More importantly, I detest the concept of 'blood bags'—human beings reduced to mere sustenance. My mother is human; I fled the palace in my youth to prevent her from becoming a blood slave to my father. Vampires often seek human companions, and it’s not uncommon for humans to become vampire mates. To prey on potential mates is profoundly abhorrent to me." Another voice, that of a she-wolf, pierced the discussion, "But you still require nourishment, do you not?" "Indeed, I do feed," Victor acknowledged. "H

Ulric's seniority came into play and Victor's psychic abilities were needed just in case there was trouble with the local pack. They would be gone for a day at least, making her the pack's burden for the time being. The first task while petsitting the resident vampire was to feed it once per day to keep aggression at a minimum. Victor had left a pint of his own blood in Clara's freezer, but it had to be injected to work and human blood was now a requirement for her body. Fortunately, there was no shortage of vampire enthusiasts among the BDSM community in Washington.

Just for him. Shane stood a step behind, arms crossed, eyes narrowing. He didn’t like the look on his boss’s face. Not because it was dangerous—but because it wasn’t. That smile? It meant the lust had grown. It wasn’t unheard of for vampires to lust after humans. But what he feared was the emotion likely to follow. Affection. He couldn’t have Damien growing weak. “Vampires have always kept human pets,” Shane said finally, voice low but edged. “Once we pull this off, you can have both. Your wife and your girl.”

He bows to her. “If you have vampires in your group, why do you need blood from us?” Talvin’s question makes perfect sense. “They are not pure-blooded. We need blood from a pure-blooded vampire.” “So, human turned will not be a good choice?” I question. “They will become full vampires once they change. Their DNA changes when they do; that is not the same for us. Our kind masks any form of vampire DNA within their systems. This causes them to lose blood faster and grow weaker faster. I understand if this is not something you wish to do. Either way, we will make sure the path is cleared for your departure whenever you decide to go. You will not see us or sense us as you take your leave or retu