Vampire Swansong Novels & Stories

I will give him more than he bargains for. I go to my new home, a plain suburban affair. It is furnished. Quickly, not breaking a sweat, I move most of the furniture into the garage. Then I retire to the master bedroom, draw all the shades, and lie down on the hard wooden floor and close my eyes. The sun has drained my strength, I tell myself. But as I doze off I know it is also the people I have met this day that have cut deep into me, where my iron blood flows like a black river over the cold dust of forgotten ages, dripping onto this green world, onto the present, like the curse of the Lord himself. I hope to dream of Krishna as I fall asleep, but I do not. The devil is there instead. Yak

Two already gone. Two left. In the swaying dark, Raven Winterstar—scion of death, girlfriend of a vampire princess—waited for the end she could no longer fight. And somewhere far behind, in a crimson castle, Victoria Rose stared west through a tower window, blood still drying on her cheeks like unshed tears. She had not slept. She would not sleep. Not until Raven was home. Or until the world burned trying to keep her away.

I held my tongue. Suddenly, something flashed past Alyssa’s face. A large white swan, snatching something as it passed. Its large wings beat against the air, sending our hair spilling back behind us. It took a moment for either of us to realize what had happened, then Alyssa reached for her face, gasping at the empty place where her veil had been.

The beast reached out, and though she longed to shut her eyes, she was rendered a statue, a silent witness to the excruciating desiccation process. "Get your hands off of her," Sarah hissed. Though she couldn't see Sarah, the beast disregarded her, his focus fixated on the stake in Bella's chest. Her throat was paralyzed, preventing any scream as he wrenched the stake free. In an instant, he pivoted, driving it down onto Sarah's head with a sickening crunch. A cacophony of screams erupted from the vampire horde, the sound of footsteps on marble floors drowning out everything except the beast's labored panting. The exit doors appeared to be sealed shut, and the vampire prisoners who had been

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had surv

She smirked before they vanished into thin air. The house was dark. The curtains were closed. Doors and windows were shut. The aura was silent. His lips parted and the candles in the living room lit up in yellow flames revealing him and Iago DeAndre. The warlock and the vampire pay their last tribute to Lorene Havel. Edmond was holding a candle so was Iago. They were standing opposite each other. Tears were streaming down Edmond's eyes. He couldn't take in the pain. It was the exact pain he felt when he lost his wife and his daughters. Regret and agony.

His audacity was so crude to the point of being insulting and man was he so sure of himself and everyone around him. He might be a powerful, blood sucking 200 years old vampire but I am Clara Shawn and I have the final say in whatever decision I make and right now I have decided that it was time to go. Just then I recalled how I got here in the first place and that even made me more angry. I didn't even know I was coming here when I took his hand but a small voice in my head reminded me that I chose to go with him, even though I had no idea where we were going to.

And I definitely couldn't handle telling her what was going through my mind as I held her corpse against my body, sobbing incoherent apologies and begging some sort of higher being to give her back to me. And if that doesn't sound bad enough, then it was just like my dream reset. Except this time I refused to do it. I refused to take her life and instead had to watch two faceless vampires forcefully take her from me and drive a blade into her throat all while my body refused to move. I had to hear her beg me for help. I had to see her terrified, helpless and betrayed expression as they ripped her from my arms. The petrified scream she let out as they brought the blade to her neck still echoe

“It helped you realize that you deserve someone better. And your confidence sky-rocketed. I’d love to tell you that this is the last time you’ll feel this. But sweetie, you’ll experience pain and heartache, joy and pure happiness. Just focus on being you and don’t hide your emotions. And remember, it’s ok to not be ok sometimes.” She finally smiled. “Now, tell me more about this musical.” Jack hit the spacebar on his keyboard before walking out of the room with his daughter, who was animatedly talking about the villainous role she was to play. ************************************************************************************************************* Long, icy fingers raced across the keybo

He elbowed another vampire that had crept up behind him in the last half second, and then swung his fist back, striking them in the face. The vampire staggered back and gave Mason a window to attack another that was advancing towards Harley. In a swift and soundless movement, he swiped the sword that had been dropped earlier and sliced their head clean off. Harley kicked one vampire away and used the split second it gave her to plunge a stake into the other's heart. She spun to see Mason standing before her, having killed the last of the horde and let out a breath as she took in the sight of his white shirt, stained with crimson patches of his own blood and his face dirtied with the blood of