Vampire With Woman Novels & Stories

She chuckled. “Yes, we do that too. But we are here to serve them a greater purpose. We fill them with their supply of blood. Also, vampires don’t share blood with other vampires. So, the humans you’ve seen so far, belong to someone here. Usually, the ones they are closer to or walking with…” I thought about the girl I saw the other day on our way to the vamp house for breakfast. She looked like she had just come back from swimming, and she was walking behind a vampire. Both of them were looking at me but then they disappeared into the woods.

The woman coughed up blood into her face, the look on that face priceless to her “now you and yours are ours” she said into that womans face The woman stared as a moan of pain made it passed the mouth full of blood “say it” she demanded “yours...” the woman said coughing up blood She took out the stake and used the tip to cut a line on her wrist offering it to the woman who had fallen on her knees. The woman spit out whatever was in her mouth then took her hand taking her wrist to her mouth and pulling her blood and her eyes closed at the ecstasy of the vampire feeding, which shouldn’t have happened , the woman hadn’t bit her. Either way she pulled that hair, the woman complied and her lips

That night had not been an accident. And then another image surfaced, crashing into this one. Elena growing weaker as the pregnancy progressed. Her grey complexion. The way her breathing had grown labored. The trembling at the tips of her fingers as she stood in the sunlight, holding an umbrella, waiting for me. A natural half-blood child, exposed to vampire blood, would awaken. Would take. And her body had been emptied. Truly emptied. The full truth assembled itself in my mind. I stood there, and felt my chest being torn open.

And then — the shift. A new enemy appeared at the ridge. Not a rogue. Not a wolf. A vampire. Tall, cloaked, his eyes red as coals and fangs gleaming in the firelight. He smiled — a slow, cruel twist of his mouth — and raised his hand. The air shimmered. Dozens more appeared, forming a crescent around the woman and the wolf. She spun, sword raised. “We end this here,” she growled. The wolf snarled in agreement, pressing close to her.

A stirring sensation in her stomach heightened as she drew closer, and it became clearer that one of these two was undead. The Vampire sensed them, too. Only it wasn’t the man, as Eliza had suspected. Instead, the woman, whose fangs were bared as she leaned toward his neck, spun her ugly head around and roared at them, pushing her would-be lover aside and dodging at Sergio. He fired as the man on the ground screamed in surprise. His bullet went wide, ricocheting off of the brick as the Vampire leapt up into the air and grabbed the bottom rung of the fire escape, pulling herself up to the steps with little effort.

Instead it just made him dissatisfied and furious. He murmured, “Then you should not have crossed my path, you see. Let alone daring to look in my eyes,” before aiming the wood at the woman’s head. “She’s not even pretty enough for me to leave her for a while. I just hate ugly women. So now, time to finish this eye sore,” “NO! NO… WAIT!!” The vampire man screamed at the top of his lungs. “Y-you want a beautiful woman, right? I KNOW a woman! Beautiful like the moon. Like a goddess herself!”

The female voice cackled. Sphinx bared his fangs and listened. Like before, more footsteps approached from all sides. But out of all the footsteps, one was heavier. Sphinx ignored the rest and focused on the heavy footstep as it drew closer. Just as Sphinx was about to be hit, he stretched his claws and circled around the soft flesh of a human, piercing deep into it. Lumps of shadow began to take full shape around Sphinx’s claws as the figure of a woman slowly formed in his grip. From the dirty fingers holding Sphinx’s hand, I figured this was not a wolf but—a vampire.

said Hugo as he looked at the team. “You’re right,” Damon said. “Guys, the vampire has another victim,” said Raven. Raven showed the video to her friends, and only one woman was the victim. It lives in a condominium and looks like it works for a big company. According to the news, no blood was left on the woman’s body. It was like the eight victims outside and inside the bar. It was as if it had sucked in until it completely drained. It nearly removed its head from its neck.

The door opened immediately. A woman stood there, maybe sixty years old with silver hair and eyes that looked like they could see straight through you. Her gaze flicked from Maya to Jonathan and her expression soured. “You brought a vampire into my home,” she said. “I brought an ally,” Maya corrected. “This is Jonathan. Leader of the vampires now, actually. His father died tonight.” The woman’s eyebrows rose slightly. “Condolences.” “Don’t bother,” Jonathan said. “I’m not mourning.”

the woman growled. The man walked over to Danallae placing a hand on her head. Nash let out a growl, but the man ignored him. Nash growled at him again which the man returned. That is when I caught his scent. He was a fucking vampire, sort of. I could also smell that he was a wolf, kind of. I looked back over at the woman. Mykynzye and Kaelayni were now unconscious as the woman and Chris worked on them. Kaleb still had Kaelayni in his lap and was refusing to let her go. It did not seem to be bothering the woman who was smiling at him. I hear a hiccup only to see Mykayla fling herself into the man’s arms.