Vampire Prosecutor Novels & Stories

Stretching her hands toward him as she gestures for him to come to her. She could hear the sound of her tears dropping on the floor as the silence in the abandoned room was inevitable. "You are a vampire, but you somehow found your way into the Midnight Prowlers pack just because of Lenora, that bitch, and probably Ophelia, but I was so unlucky to fall into your trap. You keep on using me the way you want, but today... I stand to tell you that I'm sick and tired of your entire shit, so just have me. My life will end here, and I won't have to see the next sunrise," Candra added, her voice dry and cold.

This projection creates a mental link between the vampire and the victim, allowing the vampire to manipulate the victim's memories. The process of compelling someone to forget is different for every vampire, as each vampire has their own unique way of using their power. Some vampires use their psychic energy to literally erase memories from the victim's mind, while others use their power to influence the victim's thoughts and perceptions, causing them to forget specific events or information. In some cases, the vampire may even create false memories to replace the memories that they have erased, further obscuring the truth.

Vincent took a deep breath, then angrily rubbed both sides of his hair. "How about this? I'll accompany you and Kyron. I will guarantee and testimony that you are completely innocent." All of this is just a misunderstanding, and someone framed you," said Zach again persuadingly. Vincent raised his gaze at the priest, even though he doubted his proposal. "Father, how will I explain that I am a vampire?" No one will believe me!" Vincent said it again. Zach reconsidered his thoughts. If Vincent spoke, there would be a tremendous uproar, which shouldn't happen.

No, Baba, please, Baba, don't do this to me, I am your daughter too, please, Baba. ****** Name of King Elam in Vampire Word ... People trembled with fear because of the headlines in his eyes all the time, which made him even more frightening. His silence was mysterious. Everything was done at his beck and call. People were amazed at his appearance. He was unparalleled in beauty. Girls were just toys for him. She was a very beautiful and delicate girl. She was barely seventeen years old. Her resistance had given him a strange relief. He called the guard inside through the intercom. Who was now waiting for the order with his head bowed?

(JO POV) The courtroom was a freak show, and I was the main damn attraction, my anger making me seethe as I stood by my lawyer. The judge, a relic of a vampire with eyes as cold as the crypt he crawled out of, stared down at me. His ancient, emotionless look didn't faze me. I knew the drill. These bloodsuckers loved to make a spectacle out of handing down sentences to us mere pathetic humans. The whole damn charade of justice unfolded long after the sun went down. It was ticking close to midnight when they finally decided to call my name. Midnight, because apparently, sunlight is too much for our all-powerful mafia vampire overlords to handle.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

I noticed a small couch in a corner and took a seat on it. "Do you always watch me every night?" She suddenly asked me breaking the silence. "Since you got attacked," I confirmed and she nodded. "You're quite calm for someone who just learned that completely fictional characters actually exist," I pointed out. I've noticed ever since I told her that I was a vampire she kept a calm expression as if she's been told the exact same thing her whole life. "I really don't know either. I just feel this weird sense of belonging." That's probably the effect of the sacred book on her. She's the chosen one so she'd naturally feel attached to our species without even knowing.

The devil is there instead. Yaksha, the first of the vampires. As I am the last. TBC.....

He was like a wind when he went near them, you could not even notice him with your bare eyes when he does that, it was one of his abilities as a VAMPIRE. The criminal and the victim were shocked by his sudden appearance, they didn’t notice him. The woman cried, she was glad that someone came to help her, but she was still worried because she could only see a thin yet tall young man, she wondered if she could beat the guy who was thrice bigger than him, especially that he has no weapon. “How dare you disturb me when I’m not even finished and just starting to feel good,.,’’ he glared at him as he let go of the woman’s neck.

Dante put up his hands to show he had nothing. "No, I'm not. I'd be an idiot for showing up to the crime scene if I had done this." He said before walking over to the couch and knelt beside it. "Who are you then and what are you doing here?" She asked him, her hands shaking as she attempted to dial. "I'm a Vampire. I came here to make sure it wasn't my kind that did this." He lied somewhat. It's true that he should look into this in case another Vampire had caused this mess, but he doubted it.