Vampire Prosecutor Novels & Stories

She couldn't shake off the feeling that there were pieces of her past that she was missing, and Luna's presence only intensified her desire to uncover the truth. Emily decided to confide in her close friend, Isabella, a vampire with a talent for unraveling secrets. Isabella, sympathetic to Emily's plight, promised to help her discover the truth about her lineage. Together, they embarked on a clandestine investigation, digging into ancient vampire archives and seeking out hidden knowledge within the vampire community.

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

“Yes, you get to ask the witnesses questions. That is your right. But it won’t do you any good. She had no reason to kill her family.” “And I did? What reason do you propose I had to kill?” “You’re an admitted vampire, what do vampires do?” “I’m not the only vampire around here, when I came into town, there were three vampires being burned at the stake. Anyone of them could have killed her family.” “But you’re the one she saw do it!” “She’s wrong! She made a mistake!” “I call Anne Rockwell to the stand,” the prosecutor said. There was no actual stand, just a patch of dirt between Bohdan and the judge.

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

He was too lenient in tormenting me, unlike what he did to Danrious. Perhaps he's so furious with Kaelyn because she's Tita Rose's daughter from his first marriage. I walked down the hallway, carrying the books I borrowed from the library. The final exams are approaching, and even though I might be a vampire, I still need to study to interact with people. I looked at my arm, which was growing pale, with my green and violet veins prominently visible. Glancing at the clock as I passed by, I realized it was already morning, and I needed to hurry home.

I replied truthfully,not hiding or leaving any stone unturned. “Did you consummate your…..” I didn’t let him finish as I hit the table. “Yes I did but am not the first and I won’t be the last,I know it” I yelled. “As the council head and the oldest vampire in zikia,I there by sentence the pet of Lord Damien to a brutal death by blood draw” he stated as I looked into his eyes. It held nothing, just determination,anger…….. blood drawn is too much, she’ll die in pain and I can’t let that.

I'm finished before the trial even starts. "Please be seated," Harborough says. His voice carries through the courtroom without effort. "We're here for the trial of Callum Brennan, charged with murder of a human and embezzlement of pack funds. Both are serious violations of supernatural law." I force myself to breathe normally. To not panic. I'm innocent. The truth has to matter. Except it doesn't. Not in a rigged system. "Prosecution, you may begin," Harborough says. The lead prosecutor stands. She's a vampire named Victoria Cross. Mid-thirties appearance, probably two hundred years actual age. She's known for her conviction rate. Ninety-seven percent. She doesn't lose cases.

“Wha' wrog?” “They found another body,” She said, “Under the bridge. Same place as the last one. They said the body had all its blood drained out.” “Just like the last ones.” I shivered. She turned to me, eyebrows raised. “Apparently there are no obvious wounds. Do you still think they’re animal attacks?” “Of course.” I rolled my eyes. “What else would they be? Vampires?” “You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

"Okay, park it is. Paperwork can wait." They spend the afternoon playing. Normal family time. No threats. No attacks. No crisis. It's peaceful. Almost boring. Jamie loves it. That night, the first attack happens. A vampire who testified against the Council is found dead. Drained completely. Not typical vampire death. Something worse. "His essence was extracted," the medical examiner reports. "Same technique the Council used. But more efficient. More brutal." "Council operatives are all imprisoned or dead," Briton says. "Who did this?"