Vampire Prosecutor Novels & Stories

His eyes narrowed, and for a moment the storm of faces Xander had glimpsed above returned in his vision, flickering at the edges of his sight. “I am truth.” The name cut through him with almost physical force. He had heard it before. Elias Vaughn - the man whispered of in warnings and dossiers. The prosecutor who had hounded werewolves across courts, prisons, and gallows for decades. A man who had never once lost a trial against their kind. A man who did not merely prosecute, but hunted. “You’ve hunted us,” Xander rasped. Vaughn inclined his head slightly, neither in pride nor shame.

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,

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

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.

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.

“Astrid Wynter, Arbiter of Balance, you stand accused of violating the sacred laws of non-interference. The charges against you are severe. How do you plead?” Astrid stepped forward, her chains clinking softly. “I plead not guilty, Your Radiance. I acted to prevent greater chaos and suffering. The arbiter has overstepped his bounds and conspired with the vampires to enslave humanity.” The arbiter, a figure draped in shadow and twilight, his form indistinct and ever-shifting, stepped forward next. “I deny these accusations. My actions were within the bounds of my authority. The vampires offered a means to maintain order and stability, something Astrid seeks to disrupt with her defiance.”

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.”

"That's the best offer you'll get." Konstantin agreed. Within twenty-four hours, they'd organized a trial unlike any in supernatural history: broadcast live, human and supernatural witnesses, evidence presented by both sides. The Council presided, with Anya serving as prosecutor and Konstantin providing defense. The proceedings were tense but fair. Evidence showed edited human footage versus unedited vampire surveillance. Witnesses testified to hunter group's history of supernatural stalking. Mikhael's own testimony—raw, honest, admitting to loss of control—proved compelling.