Vampire Slice Of Life 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.

The vampire loosened the grip on his blue sleeveless vest, trying to force some air into his burning lungs. “It seems I drank too much blood,” he thought, desperately struggling with his strange condition. The heart had difficulty pumping fresh blood. Onyx irritably tugged at the collar with his fingers, as if he hoped he could rip it off. But the cold metal was adamant. The brunette heard a rustling sound. Turning sharply, he in an instant snatched a black blade from its sheath and slashed it across the throat of the young vampire who appeared in his field of vision. The sharp blade easily entered the pliable flesh, crumbling the delicate cartilage. Blood splashed into his face. The winner

Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies. A pair of red eyes and two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth as though they were always meant to be there. Except there was no blood dripping from his mouth as always described in books. Yet, she was still scared senseless at the sight of a living, vampire right in front of her eyes. He moved closer to her again but this time, she was prepared and understood what he was. She lunged on her feet in fright and prepared to flee. But she had barely moved two steps when that figure appeared in front of her again.

He staggered back and loosened his grip, which allowed her to break free. Knowing that she didn't stand a chance at repossessing her sword, she pulled one of the smaller daggers out of her belt and launched it at the vampire, who had now regained his focus and was heading for her. The dagger struck him in the heart and a loud shriek escaped him as he burst into flames, ending up as nothing more than a pile of ash within seconds.

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

Vampires' forte is from behind and straight at humans, using claws and fangs to squeeze their prey and suck blood. If they are hungry, they will drink human blood when they catch it and then kill it, but if it is not because of hunger, they will use sharp knife-like claws to stab the throat of their prey. Many people tell them to do it because they like to watch fresh blood gush from the neck of their prey, a kind of crazy and perverted hobby. Phoebe was half vampire when she heard that, she involuntarily raised her trembling hand to cover her neck, her heart pounding so hard she could hear it herself.

In unison. I have noticed when different Vampires make deals that they require various forms of agreement. A blood oath is only natural for the meanest vampire in the kingdom. Most people will shy away from slitting their hands open and mixing blood with Leon. What those people don’t know is that Leon’s blood will heal your wound almost instantly. His word will also gain you access to a version of him that can be terrifying and wonderful to have at your side.

The vampire let out an agonized scream, piercing the air with his torment. "AAAHHHHHHHH!" In a macabre twist, Damian wielded the dismembered vampire's arm as a makeshift sword, decapitating him with his own severed limb. The sight was a gruesome testament to Damian's brutality and resourcefulness. The vampire whom Damian had previously thrown rose to his feet, a relentless determination etched on his face as he charged at Damian. Yet, his fate was sealed. In a swift, lethal motion, Damian plunged his dagger-like arm into the vampire's chest, forcefully extracting his beating heart.

"Do you know them?" Dante asked Dae in an emotionless tone reading papers of business. "No, I don't. " Dae answered. "The big man came to get the little one and they wanted to give me some...companion." "Fine. Do you like it, the companion?" "..." Without having an answer, Dante didn't ask more and continued to mind his own business. The little Dae looked out the window counting the raindrops. It seemed that he was enjoying more the silence.

Those wings were instantly shattered, making Vampyre roar in pain the next second. The white ape rushed up to hug Vampyre, while Luka stabbed Vampyre in the heart with a weird curved blade. Vampyre’s eyes widened as he watched Luka dragging his curved blade from his chest down to his abdomen. Blood was splattered all over the ground as a result. When Luka pulled the blade out of Vampyre, his disembowled body fell to the ground. The surroundings were deathly quiet at that time. Moloch’s group, as well as Tyr and Dillon, couldn’t help but look at each other. Deep down, they were shocked by what happened.