Vampire Swansong Novels & Stories

†—†—†—† She'd let them bathe her when they insisted they would, she'd let them defile her face with heavy makeup but this, she wasn't going to do. "I'm not going to fucking wear that! No way!" She pointed at the skimpy one piece white chiffon skirt complimented with an equally despicable crop top that said 'bunny', that could barely cover her breast if she wore them. Not to even talk of the pink g–stringed pant that covered just her front. Was he planning on pimping her? This vampire dude was surely out of his mind. "His majesty wouldn't like that. He's given his orders, which was to wear you this."

Then a scream of pain. “Son of a bitch!!!” the little one screamed as the euphoria of the bite left her, and the pain of stopping it and killing the being that had given her the pleasure tripled her pain. He watched as she took off her black long-sleeve shirt, looking around until she found a precious vase. He stared. She wouldn’t... sure enough, she went over and began vomiting black goo into a Ming dynasty vase that had been priceless before that little thing was even born, and now she was vomiting into it. He watched her purge herself of the virus in an almost fascinating mix of horror and anger at her unabashed use of one of his priceless things, then just as quickly, she pulled out a li

A bowl was set on my lap, where Kingston digs in, stuffing his face with a handful of the yellow buttery popcorn. The light around is dimmed and the screen lights up, it was dark but light enough for me tk still see them. The dark shadows make them look even more mysterious. I need to know more about them, about their lives and what it is like to be a vampire. “What are we watching?” I whispered to Kingston, hoping he could hear me. A smirk grew on his face. “No use in whispering, kitten. We can all hear you easily. We are watching a movie where a woman escaped prison to find her son.” I nodded as I popped some of the sour patch kids into my mouth, feeling my face twist at the sour flavor mi

The one and only thing an alpha needs from him mate was strong pups and only an alpha female could grant then such wish. On that very day I was dressed in a long back gown, which was tight at the top and flare from the waist downward reaching my feet, and there was a black net cape, that flowed from my neck to the ground, I had paired it with a silver ankle strap heel, which mom had gifted me that morning, once was done, I headed down stairs, where Cassie, soon and my mom were waiting for me. Oh yeah, it was also Cassie's first mating Ceremony. Sophia on the other hand found the whole ritual dumb and stupid, that's why she chose not go take part in it, which didn't go well with everyone.

He laid her down slowly and licked her neck. "Can I…” Raverine whispered, “…drink your blood?" The woman, who has no control over her mind and body, moaned softly with her eyes closed. She then mumbled her answer without hesitation. "My body is yours, darling... Yours…" Her last lustful sigh tickled Raverine's appetite and a playful grin of his pale red lips suddenly appeared. His pupil shrank as his iris bled into bright red. Raverine blinked and his eyes turned back to its natural dark color. Raverine intensified the enjoyment she felt, it was the least he could give as a farewell gift. Raverine quickly opened his mouth and his two sharp, upper teeth came out. His fang pierced through the

I wanted to see that place. It was just two hours into day break, everyone had gone to sleep. I hurried into the kitchen and drank a whole bottle of a special liquid Edmund and Hillary introduced to us. It was called vamscren and it allowed vampires to walk in the sun for a while without being affected by it. Somehow, vamscren made me feel a bit better about becoming a vampire as I didn’t have to always be limited by the sun. The vamscren was made from dragon tears and Edmund and Hillary, along with Dana, arranged with the manufacturers to always supply it to the castle, so we never ran out. After drinking, I got my cloak and flew out of the castle, to see my former town.

Squeaking swallows chased whirring dragonflies in a dance of life and death. A neon-blue ribbon of the river ran through the center of the meadow. The song of the river was very gentle as it went plinking and tinkling over the gravel bed. "Vasilios, how were vampires formed?" Rhiannon asked. He put aside the tuft of grass he was playing with. "They are cursed just like us. Long ago a sorcerer summoned a demon for whatever purpose he aimed for. However, this demon was a blood-drinking evil spirit who imbibed with the dead and made them into blood-sucking immortals."

“Who is that beautiful fighter?” asked Evandor with admiration, pointing his finger towards Elena. He literally had hearts in his eyes while looking at the ethereal girl fighting a bunch of well trained vampires fearlessly. “Oh, that is Miss. Swan, sir” replied Waiter in a regretful voice, he only replied to save his own neck. “Miss Swan? Miss Swan from Dark Sapphire? You mean the famous ‘Late Blooming Luna?” asked Evandor in astonishment.

I replied. Swan fell quiet as in a state of shock. “What’s going on? Are you okay?” I asked worriedly. “I've been having these visions, it's all death, blood, and guts. I think it signifies a great battle that suffers great loss for both sides," Swan said grabbing my hands but quickly let them go. As quick as Swan sat down, the quicker she stood up. "Swan? What just happened?" I asked confused agin. “Tell Jubilee you love him," she sadly smiled before walking away.

“I know. But I am not afraid, Damon. That woman inside is not only a Vampire-Mage Hunter. She is also my wife and the mother of my little girl. I will face her and bring her back.” I stepped into the barricade and immediately dodged the flying vase which hit the door. And there, I saw her, in the middle of the living room with her sword attacking Jonathan, the latter was not fighting back, he was merely blocking her attacks. I came here expecting the worse, but my jaw still dropped when I saw Swan fighting barefooted with nothing but her black lingerie on. I turned to the doorway and saw the warriors. They were still bleeding and yet, they still had the nerve to goddamn peep. Their eyes were