Vampire Waluigi Novels & Stories

A werewolf was sitting in a chair by the window, holding an open book in his hands while his gaze was fixed on me. I'd never seen him anywhere before. He was tall and burly with a head of dark hair, calm, quiet eyes, and an inexplicably oppressive presence. I instinctively tried to identify his scent, but to no avail. I could only sense his extraordinary power reverberating in the room. "Who are you?" "Caelum Vilkas." He closed his book and stood up, walking over to me on the bed. He set a glass of water next to my hand. "You lost too much blood last night. Your wounds are going to tear open again if you keep trying to move."

After I acquired the power of Vuitton, it took me centuries to find Varga who apparently is the last Galvan in existence. According to what the vampyres and witches refer to as ‘The Chronicles’, Galvans became the most rare creatures to ever walk the surface of this earth before finally dying off leaving Varga as the last. They were gifted with different abilities and took the shape and form of different beasts and were so unique compared to all other supernatural creatures. Varga took the shape and form of what humans on earth know to be a sabre-toothed tiger.

After I acquired the power of Vuitton, it took me centuries to find Varga who apparently is the last Galvan in existence. According to what the vampyres and witches refer to as ‘The Chronicles’, Galvans became the most rare creatures to ever walk the surface of this earth before finally dying off leaving Varga as the last. They were gifted with different abilities and took the shape and form of different beasts and were so unique compared to all other supernatural creatures. Varga took the shape and form of what humans on earth know to be a sabre-toothed tiger.

He stands up and howls in front of wolf Soga’s dead body. In the epic clash between Gale and the Betas against the werewolves and ogres, it was clear that victory was within reach for the combined allied forces. With a stroke of strategic brilliance, the witches unleashed their formidable powers, tipping the scales even further in favor of Gale and his allies. Sensing defeat, the vampires wisely retreated from the battle, recognizing that they stood no chance against this overwhelming force.

I stood in the thick of it, alongside Castor, Pollux, and Alvise, each of us facing wave after wave of relentless vampire attacks. I had nearly cornered Kruglov, the right-hand man of the cruel Death Sanguines leader. My final strike drove him to the edge of a towering cliff overlooking the sea. I could feel the tide of victory nearing. Without hesitation, I planted my hind legs firmly, preparing to pounce.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

But the strange thing was that the wound quickly returned to normal as if it had never happened. "Who are you?" Selina couldn't help but ask. Wolfgang did not answer Selina's question but asked in return. "So, who are you?" He wiped the blood on the knife and folded it neatly into his pocket. “When you tell me your identity, I will tell you who I am.” Selina knew that if she didn't answer Wolfgang's question today, he would not let her leave. “Yes, I am not human. I'm Wolf." Wolfgang wasn't too surprised by Selina's answer. Because from the moment she saw him cut into the flesh, he knew his thoughts were not wrong. If it were an average human, the response would be to scream or run away, rat

Holding him by the arm, I asked gritting with so much concern. “I’m fine.” He muttered casually removing my hand from his arm. “Don’t mind me, we still have to take care of that creature, whatever that is.” “What is that?” Soraya looked disgusted by the presence of such devil. “Diwata said it’s a winged-ghoul, some sort of a flying vampire than can sever its upper torso from its legs.” I replied basically telling her what Diwata just explained earlier. “What happened?” Idris groaned talking to Soraya.

Walt said and walked out of the classroom -------- Zia is sleeping soundly "What happened?" will spoke opening the door of the room. "sir?" "I saw you walking her to the infirmary" "when she used a magic circle she summoned a creature .. something.....called garina. Mr.Walt said it's an infant presently but----" "it sucks its owner's blood" he interrupted "yes ..and that's why she fainted" "you go to the classroom I will be with her," he said sitting down next to her bed ..

“Alright, it looks like the vampire strategy might work.” “It will work. And by the way, I am Vlad, fourth Prince of the vampire bloodline, learn to use my name.” I go out, followed by Chameleon, who, with a nod of his head, immediately leaves to warn all the fighters, then an explosion breaks the silence of this night. I run to see and notice that the hut's wall of the wounded hut literally pierced from side to side. The explosions continue going towards the forest, and I immediately start to put the pieces together.