Vampire Slice Of Life Novels & Stories

“I can smell your blood already; I might have to keep you alive for a while, until we can find a way out. He said, before he opens his mouth, as his fangs came out looking like snake teeth. As soon as he came down to bite my neck, I put my blade right through his fucking jaw. He Screamed in pain distracting the other vampires enough for Blaze to break one of the vamp’s necks and put his blade in the other guy’s neck. He shifted and ran towards me, I hopped on, let me stop lying I climbed on like a 90-year-old who thought she had Megan knees in her twenties and now regret it. He took off into the colorful jungle full of shit that does more the go bump in the night. Let me tell yall what I’m

That will be all it takes for her to be one of us and adjust quicker. I take a few steps and I stand next to her, I remove the knife from her hands and throw it at Aeneas, hitting his stomach. Viorra's eye widens and Aeneas gasps, then he mocks and overacts a scene, with fake pain and gestures. "He is a vampyr, and amongst his race, he is one of the oldest of his kind... what folklore has told you about vampires is not 100% accurate, but it is close. Normal things like knives and bullets can't kill him." As I say this, he stops overacting and removes the knife, throwing it to the sink. Viorra is still speechless so I continue. "If you feel uncomfortable around him, just say so. Stay with me

As she brought the knife back, the other Vampire grabbed her wrist to stop her from trying to kill the woman. "Sorry, obligations and all that." He said as he twisted her wrist hard. Amira let out a small yell as she released the knife, hearing it hit the ground beside her. She felt his tongue run along her wrist and the slight graze of his fangs, "I can hear your blood rushing in those veins. It's like music to my ears." He sang while her other hand reached down and pulled out another knife. She flipped the knife so the tip of the blade was pointing behind her as she thrusted backward into his thigh. He let out a yell, releasing her wrist and stumbled back while the knife stuck out of his l

Other people moved to help her, but I didn’t move. Blood splattered across the ground. She cried out as the vampire cut through her clothes. Then, she grunted and flipped it over, pulling a shining silver blade out of somewhere and driving it between the vampire’s eyebrows with a sharp grunt of exertion. My jaw dropped open as the vampire screeched and shook. The blade of the dagger glowed bright red as the body went still and began to disintegrate. She tucked the blade back into her holster with a grimace before looking over at Cillian.

"You're still half v–" I cut him off as I shook my head. "I prefer the human stuff. It tastes better anyway, and I'm… I'm sort of a vegan vampire." "A vegan vampire?" Sol huffed as he repeated my words. "Is that a real thing?" I could hear the teasing lilt in his voice. I only rolled my eyes, thankful that the atmosphere had changed from the previous tense one to a calmer one. Otherwise, I would have worried that I'd be sucked by him without having a last dinner.

I mumble. Viki lifts her book so I can see the title—The Vampire Prince’s Bride. “I heard that vampires like to bite when they fuck, making the female have a cosmic orgasm. Maybe you need to find your own vampire. And you don’t even have to leave the pack. There is one living here.” I snort. “I think I will stay away from males for a very long time.” All my life, if that is possible. Viki shrugs. “You don’t know what you are missing.”

I lifted my chin and tried not to fall apart. I crouched here and there to caress the faces of people I knew and cared about. Their bodies were limp, and their eyes were without the spark of life. There were blades frozen in the air, ready to deal a fatal blow—eyes black with a blood rage that scorched men’s souls. Werewolves gripped, ready to be crushed and discarded like trash. Vampires were in the midst of being torn apart by powerful jaws. It was troubling to look at the destruction on the battlefield.

I demand, but with a severely unsteady voice. “I told you, Charlie, I’m a vampire. What I am is a big part of your life now.” “My life…my life is normal and boring. Most of my time is spent at Jewish thirteen-year-old boys’ bar mitzvahs. I am an intelligent individual who graduated from a prominent business school and started my career as soon as I had my diploma in hand. My calendar is booked months in advance for my services. I am not meant to be stalked by some crazy freak.” The words desperately roll off my tongue, making me sound naïve as I try to explain my life all while waving the knife around. I’ve always been one to talk with my hands.

He picked grapes and then picked plums for her to eat to soften the spicy taste of the chili, but the more he comforted her, the more she cried and kept shaking her head, making him not know what to do anymore. - Samson, please invite me into your castle. - Maris raised her neck and called out. - Please come in. Samson hurriedly responded to Maris' request and in less than half a second, the female vampire appeared beside the two of them. Maris gasped when she saw the fruit scattered on the grass and Lucasta's red, swollen mouth. She immediately turned to Samson and widened her eyes. - Oh my god, what have you done to Lucasta?

“And want to know another fact?” Elijah pulled out her knife from his wrist. After that, she crouched down on the floor and flipped the assistant at ease. She leaned into his ears and whispered. “The coated knife with the three ingredients can’t save any vampire. Including your lord.” The assistant’s eyes started to quiver, the blood spilled off his mouth. “And another fun fact, you will have a scorching fire death. Why? Because your core is melting as your death draws near. Good night. Sleep tight.” She rose to her feet. “May the horror visit you.”