Vampire Prosecutor Novels & Stories

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

Alex said as he patted Liam on the shoulder. "Thanks Alex. I'm counting on you," Liam said with a smile. "So are we, Liam. Take care," Victoria said as she waved goodbye. Liam then left Alex and Victoria. They both went to Alex's car which was parked outside the hospital. They got into the car and Alex started the engine. "So what do you think of the case?" Alex asked Victoria as he drove the car out of the hospital. "I'm sure it's the work of a vampire. But I don't understand why the vampire only took the victim's blood and not her internal organs. Did he have a motive?" Victoria asked back.

She's always been chasing the mafia don and trying to chase the heart-pounding moment of when he deemed her fit to receive the blessing of becoming a vampire. "You—you're different," Federico had whispered in that wonderful, almost raspy voice of his. Federico had been the first to see what Alessia had always known to be true—that she was the most capable, beautiful, and powerful woman to ever exist. And then he brought Hailey here. Hailey, and not Alessia herself. Alessia sits straighter and meets Federico gaze with an innocent smile. "Very well, I can explain, Brother Federico—your new maid has offended me. Since she's no one special, she should be disposed of."

Skyler leered at him then threw her nose up. "You know her?" Roman asked. "Yes, she's my therapist" "Therapist!?" "I have a drinking problem you all fucking know that!" "You know she's a vampire right?" "So?" "A countess" Vincent added. "And your point is!?" Skyler looked at him again, she saw how he defended her. "Did you have these facts about her before or after you entered?" "Before" "You tread into the cave of death over a drinking problem?" Roman asked.

I can sense the storm brewing beneath my skin, the wolf restless inside me. Jonathan Carr—vampire, liar, coward. He thinks I’m just a memory he can toy with. But he’s wrong. I’ve spent years fighting wars men never saw coming. I’ve won cases against monsters in suits and demons in ties. But this—this is personal. I turn back to Vera. “Find out where Lydia Sykes was the night that video dropped. And dig into the councilman’s offshore accounts. If Jonathan’s tied to them, I want to know how deep.”

Hector vomits up blood as he falls to his knees, holding his clenching stomach. “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to,” he cries out. The door opens. Rex walks in and sees the lifeless body. “I see you finally gave in to your natural instincts and killed the girl,” says Rex. “What did you do to me? You made me a monster and a murderer,” shouts Hector. “I made you a vampire. The sooner you accept that, the better it will be for you.” “I will never accept this.” Rex laughs. “I was right. You are going to be a challenge.”

He found it increasingly difficult to advise Vincent, who also turned out to be stubborn. "Vincent, I will report you to the police. This cannot be allowed," said Father Zachary to Vincent, stunned and silent. He looked at the priest with a sharp gaze without a smile. Slowly, Zach seemed to notice something strange about Vincent. The color of his eyes changed; they were no longer brown but red. "Vince, what's wrong with you?" Zach asked, still not afraid. Vincent seemed to wake up and shake his head quickly. "I won't let you report me to the police. I have to prove my innocence in my own way, and that is not by going to prison." Vincent spoke again with sharp eyes. "Vince ..." "I'm a vampire

I don't remember anything, how I get here and how I did it? I think I'm in someone's office. I hid my body behind the thick curtains that covers the glass window. Someone came and I know him. He's our professor, Damon Salvatore. He's the vampire who killed teacher Dan. He's the killer of everyone and I have to kill him. He's holding a book I guess. It's a black book. I think it's a book of spell. He's walking back and forth like he is in big problem. He's biting his finger with his teeth and he casually frowned when needed.

Realizing that Stephen succeeded in sending his half-sisters out of vampire city, without letting anyone know, Vlad was so furious that he made Stephen an outcast. Deeply hurt by Vlad's actions, Stephen left the vampire city along with his mother and Stepfather. His most trusted follower Gregory, a boy he had known and helped since his human days, accompanied him. Together they somehow managed their finances and tried to keep low profile living among humans. Gregory's family was still in the vampire city and giving them updates now and then. Vlad and his army suspected that Prophecy could refer to the Phoenix, a once very powerful vampire with the ability to pass her powers to the next femal

He was angry enough not to care if it killed me. Because I was a vampire. “Replace the bag with a new one,” Andrew ordered the doctor coldly. “She’s a vampire and won't die; losing a little blood doesn't matter.” After years of torment, I didn’t care for him anymore. I was numb to any hope of seeing the person he once was. Caring for others only brought me pain and pulled me deeper into despair because of the life I now lived. Brown leather straps bound me to the operating table. I didn’t resist as the skillful doctor punctured my veins in the same spot as last month. Long-term malnutrition made it impossible for my wounds to heal properly or for me to waste energy.