Vampire: The Masquerade Novels Novels & Stories

Pain permeated my entire body. In our desire to leave the castle with as little attention as possible, we’d snuck out on foot. We’d walked for several miles before meeting up with Jason’s warrior party and the horses. Now, we faced the dilemma of whether we should turn back and seek medical assistance from the castle’s physician or seek help from one of the locals who tended to the royal lands. Similar to Desolation, they were humans who were fully aware they served vampires. The primary difference was that Verso was invisible to Desolation, while Vampire Land’s castle hovered, in plain sight, over its subjects with formidable authority.

warning: Chapter contains hard sex, rape, harsh language, male on male sex and vampiric murder. *The vampire* The girls are writhing in lust, pushing down on my fingers. Now the perfect scent is coming from them. “Oh it’s so good”. I grind my teeth”. But we need to move on with our little game”. I pull blondie up to me and she greedily accepts my kiss. “Your turn to try something new, right ?” I grab her hair, holding her at an arm's length.

Oblivion took hold of me, and a chamber of ice encased my swollen heart. ** The story continues in Book 2: The Bloodstone Vampire. Out December 1st 2020. Thank you for reading SRWW – I hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as I have!**

Elusive, complex, poetic and sophisticated. 65. Hotel Transylvania BY CHELSEA QUINN YARBRO This is the first book of a huge series that goes through all kinds of historical periods, following the vampire Comte de Saint-Germain. Haven't read the others, but this one is excellent. 66. The Vampire Tapestry BY SUZY MCKEE CHARNAS Five related stories featuring the mysterious vampire Dr. Edward Weyland. Quite beautifully done. 67. The Delicate Dependency, A Novel Of The Vampire Life

The finale to this night. "The Vampire will die."

"I'll stand watch. Make sure no one interrupts." I sat down cross-legged on his bed, my grandmother's journal heavy in my lap. The leather was worn soft from age, and when I opened it, the pages crackled like dried leaves. The first entry was dated three weeks before the massacre. "The vampire nobles are planning something. I've intercepted their messages, decoded their intentions. They want to enslave humanity entirely—turn us all into blood cattle. The other hunters don't believe me. They think I'm paranoid, seeing threats that don't exist.

He didn’t sound amused anymore. “Legend says a Velari who bonds with a vampire becomes immortal. Ageless. But if he doesn’t want her?” She looked around, slowly. “She breaks.” And then her gaze landed on me. Just for a second. Not long enough for anyone else to notice. But long enough to make me feel like something inside me had just been flipped open. She blinked. Smiled again. “Class dismissed.” The second she turned around, the whispers exploded. People muttered, pushed back their chairs, started packing up like we hadn’t just been handed a psychological bomb.

But was he strong enough to dent two motorcycles with only his hands? I felt like this research was starting to drive me crazy. I could hardly wrap my mind around all the stories I’ve been reading. Most of the pictures were similar to one another with the same wounds on their necks and pale white as the clouds. It was like whoever had done this had drained these people of every last drop of blood. Opening a new document, I began writing a new short story. A story about a charming vampire seducing a young girl. In the end, the girl becomes a vampire and began “hunting” in the city with the male protagonist.

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

House NOCTISHADE Crest: A bat winged crown dripping in black ichor and wrapped in a veil of thorns Quote: “Whispers rule longer than war cries.” Accepts: Vampires, necromancers, shadow wielders, illusionists Traits: Strategy, grace, cold ambition, secrets Vibe: Gothic masterminds and seductive sociopaths Known for: Politicians, assassins, spymasters, cursed nobility Okay, yeah. If hot bloodsuckers were going to throw parties where they poison their wine just for fun, they’d be from Nocti-fucking-Shade.