Vampire Prosecutor Novels & Stories

His face was severe, his eyes hard as flint, his mouth a line that promised no mercy. Elias Vaughn. Evangeline knew the name before he spoke it, for his reputation preceded him. The prosecutor who had broken more packs than war ever had. The man who saw the supernatural as disease, his courtroom victories bought not with justice but with blood. He stopped before Xander, hands clasped neatly behind his back, his voice echoing through the chamber like a blade dragged across stone. “The trial begins at dawn.”

More like… a lingering detail that hadn’t left my nerves yet. I didn’t look at it again. I lifted my eyes back to the screens. “The prosecutor assigned is Silvia Smith.” Rourke’s expression tightened. “Smith?” “Correct,” I said. “She’s not here to play nice.” Pike’s gaze sharpened. “So you thought the answer was bringing in a human?” “The answer was bringing in competent counsel,” I replied. Whitlock’s voice went colder. “We have wolves who handle our legal matters.” “You have wolves who handle contracts and property disputes,” I said. “This is homicide, obstruction exposure, and enterprise theory if she decides she wants it. Your wolves aren’t trained for that.”

Adrian mumbled asking Alexis to stay calm. Alexis slowly nodded her head. “I promise to stay calm, Adrian. Just tell me.... it won't be a problem for me tho...” Alexis mumbled promisingly there. Adrian slowly drew closer to Alexis. Then stretched out his right palm to hold Alexis's palm there. “Alexandra was the first woman in my past, Alexis… her full name is Alexandra H. Wilson, the first woman to become a vampire hunter in 1840. I met Alexandra in 1838. She was a brave, friendly woman, and also beautiful. When we first met, she even knew that I was actually a vampire. But she didn't kill me, she protected me. At that time, I was still a vampire who was angry with the world. You could say,

Sadie Davis has outlived her luck, and it's time to show her what happens when you cross the Camorra. Pulling into the garage, I parked my bike beside the others. My collection gleamed in the dim light—pristine, untouchable. B always begged me for one, but I’m not in the habit of handing out what’s mine. These bikes are the fruits of my victories, my labor, my relentless drive. I am the Camorra's gem for a reason. I might falter, but I never stay down for long. I claw back everything, and then some. Double or triple. And beyond the victories, there's another reason I'm the gem—because I am the only legitimate heir. The only child born into my father's legacy. That’s why I, and only I, am a v

Men and women were astounded by the sheer brutality of my killing. The clip stopped where I and my man and woman rained down bullets on the remaining people. The thin man in a suit got up from his seat and walked to the middle of the gathering. The trial had commenced. I was sure the council was not aware of the pathetic attempt at killing Frank. There was more to what was going on. "Ladies and gentlemen of the Council, My name is Prosecutor Cadmus. I am here to prosecute, Baron Delmundo of The Sisyphus Mafia for moving against the laws of the council," Prosecutor Cadmus proclaimed.

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

Nor her long, perfectly white fangs, gleaming under the electric lights. “Y-you . . .” Pierce looks between us for several seconds, muttering something incoherent. And that’s when Vania decides to ruin my life and snap her teeth at him. I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. Pierce spins on his heels and sprints past my cubicle, running over a potted benjamin fig. “Vampyre! Vampyre—there’s a— A Vampyre is attacking us, someone call the Bureau, someone call the—”

But holding it in wasn't going to make her situation any better. "Damn it Khloe I'm not going to punish you for crying." I finally said. I guess that's all she needed to hear because the next thing I knew, she was burying her face in my chest, finally letting her feelings show. I just laid there, holding her there as she cried. Most Vampires don't understand the mentality of humans. They don't allow their pets to show emotions and then get bored of their pets because they act like emotionless zombies. They don't understand that forcing a human to suppress how their feeling is just setting them up for failure.

Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curiosity getting the best of him. Melia arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to tell you that," she replied firmly, her voice as cool as a winter breeze.

David Winston was the first Vampire king who won ten kingdoms after defeating the Dragon king Marcus III and the werewolf king Pyrus, the blood hunter. Elsa read a lot about their journey when she came across a picture that had written about a night creature's consummation. It was such an awful picture. Elsa averted her eyes and slid her fingers to the other page because she didn't want to read it, and the little knowledge her maids gave was enough to understand what was on this page. “Don't,” a cold voice whispered and made Elsa jerk up in the seat with a scream, “O My god! “Shh! Your husband,” Gabriel laugh near her ears and held her in place.