Vampire: The Masquerade Novels Novels & Stories

I apologize. But for those who like it, don't forget to check my other book. I also have a new ongoing one (PULSE: A CONTRACT WITH DAMIEN.) A seven in one book. Let's give you a sneak peek shall we? Vampires -Death. Fae's - Darkness. Demons - Agony. Werewolves - Curse. Humans - Fear. Witches/ Warlocks/ and Beasts - Dark magic. DOOM(HELL) - ALL. ALL THE SPECIES AND THEIR TRIBULATIONS.

Although vampires could conceive, it was not a common occurrence; and certainly not between a vampire and a human. Claus was eagerly waiting for their return. Kira had barely entered the main room and introduced him to Agatha before he ordered her to the bedroom to bond. She and Agatha exchanged looks as she obediently followed him. As much as Agatha would have liked to stop the process, she knew that it was the only way to get Claus to help Edwin. She’d hated Lord Malcolm Jameson for three-hundred years and didn’t think she could hate him even more until she watched her friend’s slumped shouldered figure disappear behind closed doors with her soon to be mate.

“I don’t drink the blood or eat the flesh of humans. Remember, I’m not pure vampire. I’m mutant, but I’ve conquered the desire for human flesh. If I eat meat, brains are my chosen delicacy. As for blood... I never developed a taste for it and since I’m mutant I don’t require it for survival. I’ll partake in some on occasion, but it’s rare.” “Whose brains do you eat and whose blood do you rarely drink?” I asked hesitantly. “I’ve created a serum that makes it so I don’t need to drink blood or eat flesh for survival,” she replied. “But...” I sighed, “I don’t understand.” “Let me explain it to you as clearly as I can,” she said with boldness. “When the war broke out and the bomb was released,

com Bibliography: Spark Series: When Sparks Fly Dorchester No Words Alone Dorchester Solar Flare Anthology for the Mammoth Book of Time Travel Romance: Hemlock & Iron Indie books: Dark Lands Series in order: The Charmer Dark Lands: Homecoming Scent of Danger The Golden Bell Ghost in Her Heart Beast Wars Dark Lovers (G.Bell & Homecoming combo) Dark Warriors (Ghost IH & Beast Wars combo) The Woman Inside The Other Woman Through the Looking Glass Ride The Stars Careful, He Bites Interstellar Lover Under the Bridge

No tale could scare the Texan girl, who had seen more horror movies, than the ones the tales told. She laughed at the myths. Until the myths started watching her. It all began with a dream. The sharp fangs in the dark, the glowing amber eyes in the trees, and hands so cold, that they burned. Then the whispers came. The feeling of being watched, and followed. The shadows that moved in places where no light touched, and her name, whispered in voices that wasn't quite human. Mary Ginger didn't know it yet, but her blood had begun to sing. She didn't know of the two oldest families in the town, but they knew about her.

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Ryan bares sharp, extended teeth, his snarl deep enough to make the ground vibrate. Cassidy slams a vampire down, her boot pinning its throat, and snarls through bared teeth, “You want her? You’ll have to rip through us first.” Luna moves closer to me, her presence a beacon in the middle of the storm. Her fingers glow with shimmering light, the barrier spell already dancing at her fingertips. Her chants are soft, rhythmic—ancient. Her body trembles from the sheer force of the energy she’s calling down, but her voice doesn’t waver. She doesn’t falter. Every time a vampire pushes too close, she launches a burst of magic that hits like a hammer, sending them flying back into broken walls or str

"Your grandmother was a fool to leave you this place. But you, you are the key. The last Roth. The heir to this... legacy." Alya’s mind reeled. She couldn’t breathe. Her grandmother—she remembered the stories, the warnings about her family’s mysterious past. But ghosts? Vampires? None of it had ever seemed real until now. "What do you want from me?" she asked, her grip tightening on the chair leg, the only thing that made her feel like she had some control over this situation. The vampire’s gaze flickered to her hand, and Alya’s pulse skipped when she realized the ring was still on her finger. The runes had changed since she’d put it on, the faint silver glow now pulsing rhythmically, as if

Histories, myths, philosophies—every book was a whisper of the past. Ashara’s gaze stopped on a particular section on the far wall, its books older, darker in design, and faintly ominous. Something about the curling silver script caught her attention. One of the titles read: Nocturnae Vitae: The Legacy of the Blood Born. Her breath hitched. “Vampires?” she murmured, tilting her head.