Vampire Swansong Novels & Stories

The man fell back in shock but the queen wasn't satisfied. She waved her men to execute him. Since vampires were impossible to kill with weapons made of steel, The executioner decapitated him in front of the crowd and the Queen rose from the throne and watched the man counting his last breath. Although her face was covered and hardly anything could be seen except those ice blue eyes, she was grinning in satisfaction to see blood. "Now, begin the ceremony." The woman among the six Nightcrawlers stepped forward and responded after a bow, "my queen, the ceremony preparations are done."

she whispered and Blake grinned at her as he hunched down her neck to give her a kiss. "You are the only woman who made me feel this way! I love you too!" he responded and the night becomes warm they made love and they were happy that they finally accepted their fate. ***** A loud thunder was ringing in the angels' empire. While in the humans land, everyone was screaming as the skies became dark and a pack of vampires began to violate humans. A man with red eyes stared at a woman and a man who was staring at him. "Please my son, we don't hurt humans," a familiar voice said and when Abu stared at the woman face, he realized it was, Evangeline. Who was crying, her hands were dripping blood and

she urged in a hushed tone. “I need to clean up,” I started to explain. “There is not time, I fear. You have enough vampire blood in you from Duncan and the babe to prevent the scent of mortal blood being detected. We shall have to risk no one inquiring what vampire is injured. We must leave now,” she said adamantly. Pulling my bloody chemise over my head, I grabbed my robe and wrapped it around my naked body, tying the rope at the waste while I followed her to the balcony. She clicked her tongue several times and a large flapping reptilian with wings appeared.

I am really supposed to die, I guess. That’s it. I should end this. Now that I know my purpose, then suddenly this happened. Ugh. Did we really sprung out of evil? Is that the reason why we, vampires, can’t be happy? Is this karma? "There, it ended," Cassy stated. She remained staring at the screen as she sang the song A thousand years used as the song in the last chapter of Twilight. “Cassy,” I held her hand. "Hmm?" She looked at me. She’s so pure and I hate myself because I am the reason why she can’t go back to how she used to be. She cannot go back home.

Everyone did. I hadn’t heard anyone say anything, yet all the vampires had instinctively known to freeze. I didn’t know why… until I heard the sound of steady footsteps approaching. They were coming from the direction of the stage. I turned my head, watching blearily as a figure dressed in all black approached. The vampires around me faced the stranger and lowered their heads in reverence. Nearby, Sophia pushed Lucy forward. “Vampire Duke Damien,” Sophia said. “This is the tribute you asked for.”

I can’t help the gasp that escapes me; her eyes, which Aurora described as the ‘most beautiful blue she’d ever seen’, are intensely black, and not just like Adelaide’s where her irises are black; Gwendolyn’s eyes are completely taken over by the void, as if it’s seeped from her iris’s into the whites of her eyes, making her look more like a demon from the underworld. “Don’t pay any attention to him, Gwennie, take the girl and let’s go!” Cassandra orders her. I actually laugh, the sound getting lost in the roaring fire behind us. I crouch over Aurora, my wings shielding her from view, and bare my fangs at her mother. “You think you can just take my queen from me? You’re out of your damn mind

Esper whispered. "Ready." Senna nodded. The door swung silently open, Esper being the first to enter. She tiptoed over to the stereo and scrolled through the playlists until Esper found Ride of the Valkyrie. Barely containing her excitement, Esper looked back at Senna. She gave her companion a small nod and then hit play. Both girls waited patiently as the music began to build. As the song's powerful crescendo began blasting through the speakers, the vampires rushed to their unsuspecting victim. They landed on the bed, jumping up and down as hard as they could.

“It's way more than that. We have: Moonfeast: Once a month, the village gathers beneath the Bloodwell. Goblets overflow with mortal blood, and the air fills with haunting music played on bone flutes and silver strings and the blood is shared one by one. The Claiming: A ritual where vampires mark chosen humans as theirs, lovers, thralls, or prey. Possession is both power and devotion. The most terrifying of them all. The Eternal Silence: A law forbidding loud laughter, music, or mortal-like festivity. Joy, if it exists here, is quiet, dangerous, and always tinged with hunger. Where are we, in prison?” “Okayyyy… That's wayyyy worse than I imagined. I won't even survive one week here. How do yo

Marquise should have told Javier about it…’ She faced the floor and looked at the mantle of that witch sagging over and sweeping off to the floor. ‘What such an old witch…’ Sonya put her tidied up hands on the floor. She drew a deep breath and sniffed the scent of anger from the air…the scent of blood…some vampires were in their peak thirst to suck her blood for Luka’s wound. “What do you want from me?” Sonya hissed at the old witch and her eyes looked at the old witch with her hidden anger. Marquise took a deep stare at Sonya, then she put a cringe on her lips.

An uneasiness settled over Tyler, Gerald, Victoria, and Eric as they stood in the dimly lit chamber, their eyes locked on the ominous figure of the vampire queen, Sofia. She had trapped them in her lair, her grip tightening around Katherine, whose life hung in the balance. Sofia had made her intentions clear: she desired Tyler as her mate, and she would stop at nothing to make it happen.