Vampire Title Novels & Stories

But this means she is gaining her power. Sandra: But I still don’t understand how she can still roam in sunlight without any impact and moreover when she cooks she doesn’t have any garlic effect on her skin. Lahkesis: Maybe she will react to it as time passes by. Atropos: No Lah. Sandra has a point. When vampire starts gaining their powers first thing what happens is they become weaker in sunlight. Sandra: Exactly. Can you check and show me more about this girl? Lahkesis: That’s not possible Sandra. For some reason, we cannot see her fate. But I suggest you keep a keen eye on her activities. She is a game-changer for you witch.

Kathrena had been reading chapter five, but even as I read the embossed V I could see the chapter title beneath: Vampyre and Werewolf Mate Bonds.

They were weak and needed food. "Hello, everyone. I'm Gavin Kyle. The first vampire on the soil of Wisconsin after about twelve centuries ago," I started my first speech after they had eaten. Although some of them looked reluctant, interested, and afraid, their spirit personalities are what compelled them to stay. A force they could not control.

The fiery eyed vampire removed his masked hood, my terror-stricken state spiking dramatically, his raven hair, and high cheek bones something that could not be misunderstood, I knew exactly who the creature was, and so did his foe; the green of his eyes barely holding colour as he also recoiled in fear. The raven-haired creature took a threatening step towards the first vampire, knowing that he had won, the bulky vampire could do nothing to harm him. If he did, it would surely mean his death. Everyone knew his name, his face, it was engraved deep into our memory, it had to be. We had to know who ruled over us, we had to recognise them so that we could act appropriately. Silas, that was his n

Lisanna said and held her Cassandra’s hand, but she just smiled at the poor witch. “This is my last question. Who was First?” Cassandra muttered. Instantly, Lisanna paled. “It was forbidden to mention his name,” Lisanna said. Cassandra couldn’t help but frown at her friend. “Oh, come on! That's ridiculous. Tell me his name, already,” Cassandra insisted. Lisanna nervously looked around her and leaned closer. She looked at Cassandra with her blue eyes and spoke. “Sebastian Alistair Blood. He is the vampire prince, or simply known as First.”

he said in a calm, deep voice, “give us the girl, and no one else need to do die this night.” “I would rather--” Aster put her hand on his upper arm and pushed past him. He hissed her name, but she ignored him. “Who are you?” she asked. “My name is Armand,” he said, inclining his head in her direction. “It is my deepest pleasure to finally make your acquaintance Aster.” “You are here for me?” “Naturally.” The vampire smiled. “To kill me or take me?” “Now why would we kill you? You are so special. There’s no one else like you in the world.”

“So, who do you live with then? Your mum?” “No, my mum's dead too. I live with my older brother.” I added saving him the stress of having to ask. The truth seems to be working, I just have to edit the unnecessary parts, like the fact that my brother is a vampire that is about to be crowned king of the underworld.

“Don’t be too surprised, Drake. You have to be strong and go to the training area where Mom and Dad are.” “Why? Is there something wrong? What happened?” I asked continuously. Spencer is also not the type who became too emotional and the way he talked seemed like something serious came up. I quickly stood up from the swivel chair and immediately took my coat on the rack. Even though I still didn’t know what happened, I believe this is an important matter as to how Spencer spoke. As soon as I already wore my coat, I heard Spencer speak. “It’s about Virginia… She was bitten by a vampire and it’s not just an ordinary vampire. It is a sire…”

he called out, his tone laced with amusement. Nodding, I turned back towards him, ready to engage in a formal introduction. My curiosity was piqued as Prince Damon took a step forward, a confident smile gracing his lips. His hand extended gracefully to his sides, gesturing to himself as if presenting his regal presence. The air seemed to shift as he spoke, his voice carrying a hint of authority and magnetism. "I am the vampire prince, Damon Shadowborne," he declared, his voice filled with a sense of pride that befit his royal status. The weight of his words settled in the air, emphasizing the significance of his lineage and power.

But my silence was answer enough, apparently, because he sighed and dragged a hand through his hair, pushing away from the door to come stand in front of me, towering over me with that one white eye almost seeming to see right through my skin, my bones, into the empty cavity where my heart had been a few minutes ago. “Look.” His voice was low. “I’m not going to pretend I understand everything that’s going on between you and Voss.” He tapped the side of his face, near his scar. “But I’ve been around vampires my whole life, and I’ve learned one thing that’s never led me astray before. They choose themselves. Every time. Even when it makes no sense to people like us.” “Damon’s not like that,” I