Vampires Groups Novels & Stories

I answered for Julian and myself because I was his queen, "we are leaders. We protect and we try our best to do what is right even when those decisions are the hardest ones to make. We don't need to flaunt it. We don't need to act like royalty to be the leaders we are." "Okay, so what are we again?" Phillip's eyebrows furrowed and, again, he glanced between his nonchalant brother laying on the bed and me who sat in front of him on a lazy boy. "We are family," Julian gritted as if his brother's question offended him, "just like before." I rolled my eyes and reached out for Phillip's hand. Giving it a light squeeze, I murmured, "But when more than one vampire group together for an extended per

The room buzzed with whispered conversations, the collective energy resonating with a shared purpose. "Thank you all for choosing this path with me," Silas began, his voice carrying the weight of responsibility and resolve. "We stand united against the archaic ideologies of the vampire council. Our mission is clear: to protect the Red Moon Pack and its leaders, Chastity and Xander, from any threat that may arise." He scanned the faces of the assembled vampires, finding a mix of determination and trust mirrored in their eyes. Each member had chosen to break away from the traditional constraints of vampire society, seeking a more meaningful purpose under Silas's leadership.

Pack leaders from the allied forces gathered in our main hall as dawn light filtered through broken windows. The emergency was over, but the work of understanding what had happened was just beginning. Derek Nightwind had silver streaking his dark hair and scars marking his weathered face. He carried himself like someone who'd lost everything and decided to make it count. "The vampire experiments were more extensive than any of us realized," he said, his voice heavy with grief. "My pack wasn't the first. We found evidence of at least thirty different groups targeted across five states."

Perhaps it was because I sensed reservoirs of hidden strength inside her. My musings were interrupted when Professor Clerval began reading from a book he had opened upon his wooden lectern. “They say when trouble comes, close ranks, and that’s what the vampires did. Once solitary creatures, they began collecting into covens, for protection and to maintain some kind of order, to put limits on the indiscriminate killing that was calling too much attention their way.”

My hair has turned all white as it grew longer than 23 cm which has passed through my shoulders already. Aside from being an outcast at my University this is the biggest issue I am carrying right now. I also do not know why this thing suddenly happened to me but as soon as my 18th birthday came, my hair would always turn white whenever it grows longer than 23 cm. My parents immediately advised me to hide this from the coven as they hate weird things especially that their eyes are hot on me because I am a half-ling. A vampiress who never showed any power since she turned one. I never fear sunlight nor had the speed like the lightning. I can not hear human minds neither control them. I am just

Memories flooded back to her as she read about her father's struggles with being a vampire, his innermost thoughts and feelings about their kind and their place in the world. she began to realize that there was more to the journal than just her father's personal musings. There were mentions of a group of vampires who believed that their kind should rule over humans, and who were willing to do whatever it took to achieve their goals. Celess felt a sinking feeling in her stomach as she read on. She had heard whispers of this group before - they called themselves the "Purebloods," and they were notorious for their extreme views and violent tactics. She turned to The Shadow, her voice trembling.

They were different in that the one had blue eyes and dark brown hair and the other had dark brown eyes and lighter brown hair, but their facial features were exactly the same, freakishly so. All of Haydon's friends were quite friendly and not what I expected, and they also didn't really care that I was a Hunter. They actually contrasted a lot to Haydon who I had discovered was the mysterious, brooding leader of the group. In fact, I found myself taking a strange liking to them. Maybe it was because I hadn't really been exposed to enough. I mean the only vampires I knew were our school vegetarians who looked too dead and drained most of the time for me to actually even acknowledge that they

It bore the unmistakable mark of the Anti-Lycan Terrorist Group known as the Blood Moon, notorious for their attacks on lycans within werewolf territories. The video was a gruesome montage of violence, their actions narrated by a sinister voice promising more bloodshed and terror. My hands clenched into fists, and I felt a surge of anger and despair. The Blood Moon's message was clear: they had no intention of letting a single lycan live in peace within the Werewolf States.

I said with a smile. I ordered Dante to get all their plans out of them while I looked threw the house for anything else “interesting” that I might find. It wasn’t long before Dante came to find me and told me their whole plan and how many of them were in this group and any other information he got out of them. The plan was pretty much what Dominique had told us earlier, but to learn that there were over 200 vampires in this group was just…well I wasn’t sure if I should be impressed or pissed. Dante also learned that Bau had some group members inside other groups to spy more or less.

But deep in its mountains resides the covens of vampires. Vampires are solitary beings mostly. They do not live in packs like wolves. They prefer to live in groups of two or three, usually one of them is the creator of the others. There are some truly born vampires as well. But they are rare. A vampire birth is like once a century phenomenon. Rhiannon along with Vasilios had travelled to the Walencia border in their wolf forms because that was faster. They carried their change of clothes in a bag tied to their backs.