Vampire Slice Of Life Novels & Stories

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.

“Look here are the bottles you smash into the vampires or submerge your weapon in when attacking. I labeled them, and they are Purple V for the vampires. Green Z for Zombies are what I used to help at least subdue them. However, I don't know how effective it may work on them due to their makeup.” “Amber that is terrific. I looked up some information my good friend Marco had provided me about attacking them. He said chopping off their head and burning them has been working so far. However, he told me they are very strong, very resilient, and seem driven by orders.” Alex adds while examining her bottles of mixtures she had put together.

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.”

The blade easily sliced through skin, tendons and flesh, but got stuck halfway through the ancient vampire’s unnaturally hard cervical spine. Cyrus stared at him with big, fearful eyes, gasping for air, blood pouring from his mouth and nose. “Can you see it yet?” he mocked Cyrus. “Can you see hell?” To his surprise, the other vampire responded. “Please,” he wheezed the word out. “Scared.” Leaning in, he whispered, “Now you know how Mary felt.” Twisting the blade, Declan heard the Cyrus’s bones break, and he sliced through, finally separating his head from his body.

The sun is shining. "Isn't she your girl?" Huh? Who? Me? My mind asked that because of confusion. “Yes. He is the one our schoolmates are talking about. They said they couldn't smell her blood so they didn't know if she is vampire blood or not," "Really?!" “Yes. And even if you smell the air, you won't smell anything from her except her perfume," "That's weird," "Bro, I didn't smell anything on her except her perfume," "Me too, I didn't smell her blood,"

She was not dead. When I saw her crimson eyes, I smelled a familiar scent on her. The scent of blood. My blood. “Elena, thank you. For exchanging your blood with mine. Your blood turned me into a vampire.” Sylvia leaned against Kael’s chest, smiling sweetly. I recalled all the years after our marriage. Every time I lay down in my coffin to sleep, my body always felt unbearably heavy. The cold disgust in Kael’s eyes confirmed my suspicion.

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of Lucien's lips. Then… Without the slightest hint of strain… He drove his sword straight through the vampire's chest. Steel tore through flesh, bone, and heart before bursting from its back in an explosive spray of crimson. The vampire's body arched violently. A strangled gasp escaped its lips. Then… Every trace of life vanished from the vampire's eyes. It hung limp upon Lucien's blade… Dead before the last drops of its blood had even reached the forest floor. At that very instant…

She watched him intently reading her schedule. “Go back to your classes. I'll see you later mate," he said and gave her the schedule back. He disappeared into the thin air leaving Cassandra all by himself. “That fvcker,” she cursed under her breath and stomped her feet. She breathed deeply and looked at the ceiling, realizing something. Her mate is no other than Sebastian Alistair Blood and worst of all he is the vampire prince. Cassandra doesn’t know if it’s possible to be mates with a vampire. Cassandra was lost in her thoughts. She heaved a sigh and left the room. She went back to her classes as the break was finally over.