Vampire System Novels & Stories

Silas growled, “What are you doing interrupting us?” “Sire, the Phantomhives are attacking the city, they are coming from the catacombs.” Said a guard, one I had never seen before. Who was the vampire? Who had sent him to warn us? I tried to enter the vampires mind, but it was clouded with panic, he seemed to be really worried and afraid, though I suspect that could be about the attack. But then, why had the Phantomhives chose now to attack? Why would they break the treaty? What did they have to gain?

Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curiosity getting the best of him. Melia arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to tell you that," she replied firmly, her voice as cool as a winter breeze.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

There was only two kind of people who knew about our existence, the vampires and witches, but we never got across to one another, we all just stayed within our boundaries , we don't meet them, they don't meet us. I got into my black Toyota corolla sport car, I needed to go simple, the last thing I needed was some nosey human sticking in my business and asking stupid ass questions. I sped down the highway, sped was an over statement, the car kept stopping along the road, I was only minutes away from the office, the car backfired again. This was the little consequence I had to suffer for my actions and dad was basically punishing me for refusing to join the family business, and most importantl

Ang replied, "The most important thing you need to know, I think you've known it already. You're a vampire and not just an ordinary vampire, a psychic Vampire. Your powers have stages and levels, but as time goes on, you'll understand it all. There's not much to it as you can just ask the watch directly for details. Just touch your right eyebrow and ask the question." The system of the watch is interactive with the owner. It is also linked with the user's mind. Whosoever created it must be a genius. "Who am I??" Vic said as he touched his right eyebrow and a system tab appeared a few space from his eyes. Not only that but as the machine voice sounded, the wordings were showed to Vic on the t

"You have to recognize greater or less. That vampire through your aspect is only a bloodsucking monster. Hurry and go away her. No count number what preference you are making I will cope with her." "Thanks. Then should you lead me out? I cannot go out alone." "Still giving hassle even on the give up. Fine, let's cross." Following Anna, Raven left the construction and went on his manner domestic. After Raven left, Anna right away summoned Tony and passed the enamel impressions to him. "The mould has arrived. Analyze it immediately." "Understood. Once determined, I'll record to you." "I know. Also, cross down there and put together an anti-vampire fight system and troops. Capture now no longer

“I’m listening. You’re talking about one of mates, you’d better believe that I’m listening to every single word with every ounce of my attention.” “Well,” he straightened. “A person’s immune system is as unique as their fingerprint, and your mate’s immune system is… very unique. Very, very unique in that at the moment, it possesses both werewolf and vampire antibodies, as well as others that I haven’t been able to pin down yet… Vampire antibodies are very effective – they need to be, in order to enable a vampire to turn a person. “I would say…” He said slowly. “That your vampire’s blood is helping your mate to combat the bite.”

Brian Jordan, CEO of New Systems Corrections Inc. sat at the end of a long conference table staring at his laptop screen. On the laptop was a repeating video loop of a group of vampires entering pod one and forcing everyone out and killing them. The picture was clear, in color and horrific. “They’re here,” a voice called out. It was Eric Fox, president of the company. “About fucking time,” Brian replied. From the door at the other end of the room, three people entered. One woman and three men, it was the crew they hired to fix their vampire problem. They were a private security company called, V Control LLC with the V standing for Vampire.

"System Command: Inject Protocol. Override the Sanguine Network. Authorization: First Weaver." She drove the glowing brush directly into the obsidian floor. The impact was entirely silent, but the effect was cataclysmic. The glowing red veins beneath the glass floor violently stuttered. A pulse of blinding, flawless cosmic gold erupted from Scarlett’s brush, racing through the Sanguine Source like a divine virus. All across the ballroom, the aristocratic vampires suddenly gasped, clutching their chests. The stolen life-force that sustained their cybernetic and ancient bodies was abruptly cut off.

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten