Vampire Swansong Novels & Stories

The music blasted through the living room and everyone enjoyed the music, including me, of course. Every once in a while, I would check up on the boys, making sure that they were having enough drinks. I want them all to get wasted tonight, including Alex, which was the only way for me to sneak inside his office room. "Do vampires even get drunk?" I asked Elena, who laughed before nodding, her dance moves already getting sloppy. "Special wine darling! Vervain or some shit mixed, I don't know!" she giggled before walking up to James and grinding her back against him. She's definitely drunk

“Why do you need to know about the Swan? That’s not a name you throw around lightly, girl. Am sure your mother wouldn’t want you mixed up in that mess.” I leaned in closer, voice dropping. “Everything’s falling apart, Victor. The gala in London turned into a massacre, explosions ripping through the place, shootings everywhere, bodies dropping with those damn black feathers left behind like some sick signature. We chased a lead to Milan and lost more people. Sources turning up dead, clean shots to the head, no traces, no witnesses.” “What do you mean by we?” victor asked. “I’m working with Luciano Volkov just to stay alive and figure out who’s behind it all. The Swan’s cleaning up loose ends

he hissed, his voice dripping with venom. Chassy, resolute in her duty to protect her pack, replied, "The moon goddess guides us, and we will stand against the darkness. Your reign of terror ends here." With those words, Chassy delivered the finishing blow, ensuring that Drake posed no further threat to her pack. The moonlit battlefield bore witness to the fall of a formidable adversary, and Chassy, though weary, remained steadfast in her commitment to defend the Red Moon Pack against the impending vampire onslaught.

He trailed his lips down to her hand and kissed the back of her knuckles. "It's been a pleasure, Miss Willow." he said before releasing her hand and getting in the car. Willow placed her hands over her chest, her heart drumming against the bone as she watched the car drive off. That only confirmed it now. Dante was a Vampire, and somehow their lives are going to become intertwined. ----------

I remained where I was, standing at the edge of the small lake, my attention seemingly fixed on the swans drifting peacefully across the water. “That woman was Miss Angelicca Severia,” the Beta continued. “They believe she died during the last war. But what they don't know is that the human is still alive... here, within our pack.” I slowly lowered my hand and looked at the remaining feed inside the large pouch. There was barely anything left. I took the last handful and scattered it across the surface of the water. The swans immediately gathered around the floating pieces, their wings brushing against one another as they competed for the food.

I stood between them and laid it out. "We split at Hester and Orchard tracking the wendigo. My trail was a setup. Four vampires were waiting. Coordinated, trained, not fledglings." I kept my voice flat. Reporting, not reliving. "I killed one. Smoked the others, went through a window into a building I thought was abandoned." "It wasn't," Dylan said. "Restored theater. Vampires in evening wear. A soprano singing Handel on a lit stage." I let that settle before continuing. "I crawled under a table in a private box. Aurelian walked in thirty seconds later. He knew I was there before he sat down."

Suddenly, Bella's beautiful alluring voice began singing ***The song*** Like a river flows surely to the sea Darling, so it goes some things are meant to be take my hand, take my whole life too for I can't help falling in love with you Like a river flows surely to the sea Darling, so it goes some things are meant to be take my hand, take my whole life too for I can't help falling in love with you for I can't help falling in love with you Song by Elvis Presley. *****End of song**** Her irresistible commanding voice lured all the unmated wolves in the pack in her direction, as they all walked like dead emotionless zombies. "Bella!" They all chanted her name loudly like they were all caught in

Her voice silenced the room and it almost felt like we were breathing in the music. We didn’t even realize the drink were delivered until the waiter leaned down and said, “Camilla will be here after the salad course.” Nodding, he disappeared and I took my drink, taking a sip. It was lovely but I could barely taste it, my mind completely focused on the woman singing. Into her second song is when the appetizer course was served. I did my best to eat but it was a chore to do anything but listen. The salad was delivered a little after that and the woman took a break, receiving a standing ovation. She blushed and bowed, disappearing behind the curtain of the stage. A woman came towards our table

"The song... it is fading. The deep core... it does not answer me anymore." "I have something to fix it," Natalia said, her fingers trembling as she worked the heavy wax seal off the top of Vane's glass vial. Behind them, beyond the shattered timbers of the gate, the high-pitched whine of the swarm was rising to a deafening crescendo. The fire-arrows fired by Marcus's militia had died down into a smoldering orange ring around the defensive ditch, and through the smoke, thousands of faceless, skinless shapes were scrambling over the bodies of their own dead to reach the cobblestones of the lower district.

She cooed, and Viper crawled up to her, wrapping its body around her wrist. "You are a good boy; you listened to your mother; you killed the Sango." She said, rubbing its head with one of her fingers. "We will both rot in hell together, Saprina; I curse you! You will die by fire! The Sango said that and then gave up the ghost. Saprina simply turned around, still petting Viper; she walked away and soon found herself in her chamber. She walked into a steamy bath and cleaned herself up. She walked out and then put on a black gown; her lips were painted with a red lipstick, as red as blood.