Vampire Prosecutor Novels & Stories

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.”

Though someone may have complained about the lack of vitality. However, something unexpected hit Dante when one day, a woman came to his door with a child claiming that he was his father. There was no way that Dante would admit it because he didn't believe in women anymore when his mother left, not to mention the pure pleasure from fresh. But the DNA test left him speechless. The woman asked for quite a lot of money and left without any hesitation, she was soon gone again as if she never appeared. If it wasn't because of the child standing lively in front of him, Dante would consider all this as a dream, a nightmare. He tried to figure out how he and the woman had the child but all he got wa

But this means she is gaining her power. Sandra: But I still don’t understand how she can still roam in sunlight without any impact and moreover when she cooks she doesn’t have any garlic effect on her skin. Lahkesis: Maybe she will react to it as time passes by. Atropos: No Lah. Sandra has a point. When vampire starts gaining their powers first thing what happens is they become weaker in sunlight. Sandra: Exactly. Can you check and show me more about this girl? Lahkesis: That’s not possible Sandra. For some reason, we cannot see her fate. But I suggest you keep a keen eye on her activities. She is a game-changer for you witch.

†He snapped his fingers. The stadium lights shifted, converging on the balcony. From the shadows behind the seating tiers, the black-robed figures rose in unison. She saw their faces not the faces of holy men, but of the Vampire Council, their mouths masked by silver filters, their hands holding vials of the violet fluid that had fueled the "repurposed" patient. Dominic Vermont stepped out from behind Rusty, his robes stained with the dust of the collapsed archives. He didn't look at his daughter; he looked at the floor, his posture one of complete, utter submission.

I passed the blood in her mouth and waited for her to wake. I ended up sleeping with her in my arms. In the morning I watched her sleeping form. I am reminded of the day we first met. She starts moving in my arms. I look at her as she opened her eyes. They were of the same brown colour as before. I am glad she remained the same Lara I have got used to only that she is now a vampire and she ages slowly compared to before. "Hey did you do it?" She asks as she looked into my eyes. Do what... What does she mean?

The charge: supreme negligence against cosmic stability. My love for a ghost. My creation of a child from a dream. These are not acts of passion here. They are faulty equations. Glitches in the system. My system. The prosecutor isn’t the Warden. They are the judge, a silent, starlit monolith at the front of this non-space. The prosecutor is… a ghost of a ghost. A shimmering, prismatic echo of the Consensus, its perfect, ruthless logic given form. It has no face. Just a shifting plane of light that speaks in probabilities and certainties.

They would prove us wrong. It was for these specific reasons that I could not possibly believe that such a beautiful face could belong to someone as awful as that. I looked at him again, his curious eyes were studying me, trying to decipher my reaction. And so, I took in a deep breathe and put on my best fake smirk, now adamant that I had to pull myself together. Now adamant that I was Katerina Drackon and he was Haydon Veneziano and that our names would make no difference. The only thing that truly mattered was that he and I were vampire and hunter, totally different. Besides, I hated vampires- especially cocky, self-centred narcissists. This meeting was just one big mistake. It must have b

One morning in October, 20XX Los Angeles, Neil Royce rushed in from outside, tacked under his arm a newspaper, banged on Uri Wayne's desk, and gasped for breath: "Uri, look what we have?" Uri Wayne was revising the document before approving it, glancing at the newspaper headline. "Another person has become a "Victim" of VAMPIRES! They really exist in human life?" Uri looked at the words Vampires highlighted in red, then back at Neil Royce, raising an eyebrow: "That's a good title!"