Vampires Oblivion Novels & Stories

The Behemoth instantly flash-boiled from the inside out, turning into a cloud of white ash. On the flanks, the Void Seraphs tried to unleash their soul-freezing magic. But the Master Vampires, fueled by the starlight of the First Crown, simply blurred through the attacks. A Vampire moved at the speed of light, appearing behind a Seraph and ripping its anti-light halo clean off its back, kicking the crumbling entity into the abyss below. Killian and I didn't even join the fray. We simply walked forward, hand in hand, a path naturally clearing for us as our army decimated the Architects' front line.

The view was unreal, like it didn’t belong in real life. The Phantom Armada had made it through the cliffs. With no giant red barrier to atomize them, the dozens of pale-grey dreadnoughts ground viciously against the jagged shores of the Crimson Continent. The metal ramps swung down. Commander Vane led the first wave, then came thousands of Lycans and Obsidian wolves, spilling into the Gothic streets of the vampire capital like a living storm. The combined roar of the North shook the whole foundation of the continent, and it felt like the ground was trying to break its own bones.

†He snapped his fingers. The stadium lights shifted, converging on the balcony. From the shadows behind the seating tiers, the black-robed figures rose in unison. She saw their faces not the faces of holy men, but of the Vampire Council, their mouths masked by silver filters, their hands holding vials of the violet fluid that had fueled the "repurposed" patient. Dominic Vermont stepped out from behind Rusty, his robes stained with the dust of the collapsed archives. He didn't look at his daughter; he looked at the floor, his posture one of complete, utter submission.

If they're afraid of light --" "Crap," Henry muttered. "Dark Pools. Nasty monsters. They blend completely in the shadows, and they're basically like big hungry mouths. Shine light directly on them and they dissolve, but people generally can't detect them until it's too late. Someone had to have summoned them, but . . . wait, why can YOU see them?" Shamira shrugged. She looked around and noticed that some things seemed crisper. "Strange. I never noticed it before, but vamps can see stuff better in darkness than in light, can't they?"

Thousands of Blood-Wraiths—the souls of the omegas the East had devoured—erupted from the sea, swarming our starlight-vessels. "Grey Pack! Defend the child!" Silas roared, but as he lunged at a wraith, his own fire-claws turned into obsidian blades that began to drink his own blood. The Vanguard was falling apart. The "Grey Virus" was turning our warriors into cannibals, their hunger overriding the "Mother’s Anchor". "Darlene, the key!" the Oracle’s voice screamed from the deck. She was standing by the mast, her silver-scarred eyes glowing with a reflected, bloody light. "The wooden key is the only thing that isn't made of blood! Use the Dry Fire!".

His dreams were untouched by the impending chaos about to unfold. The night hung heavy with an ominous stillness as the vampires silently infiltrated the Blue Moon Pack's territory. Simon Howell's meticulous plan was set into motion, and the supernatural world trembled at the impending chaos. The vampires, cloaked in shadows, moved with an eerie precision, converging on the heart of the pack—the Alpha's den. As they approached the sleeping quarters, Lucas, leading the assault, signaled for utmost silence. The vampires glided through the moonlit corridors, their predatory instincts heightened by the thrill of the impending capture.

But holding it in wasn't going to make her situation any better. "Damn it Khloe I'm not going to punish you for crying." I finally said. I guess that's all she needed to hear because the next thing I knew, she was burying her face in my chest, finally letting her feelings show. I just laid there, holding her there as she cried. Most Vampires don't understand the mentality of humans. They don't allow their pets to show emotions and then get bored of their pets because they act like emotionless zombies. They don't understand that forcing a human to suppress how their feeling is just setting them up for failure.

From those that brought you Flashbacks, comes this on edge murder mystery with a stint of romance, yet a handful of suspense. Vamp doesn't fail to send the most realistic message to the readers, shedding some light on some of the most endangering truths about sex, money and drugs. And murder, nevertheless bringing out some light amidst all the darkness. **** Written by Onyemaobi

This someone has been forgetten back then, this someone destroyed me before. But today, he will dominate me again, hunt me and become his obsession this time. In Vlaze Kingdom, I am the Vampire's Obsession. NOTE: This story is a work of fiction. Names, Places, Incidents are only imagination of Author. Any resemble real names, places, co-events and locals are just coincidental. Thank you! God bless! Ps: plagiarism is a crime

And Blake observed what was happening from above the tower. "There's fire," he stated. "Let me go down there and see what is happening. Stay here, okay?" Olivia nodded. Even though she was a bit shaken, she managed to calm down and observe the other part of Crescent Hills from the tower. But that was when she saw it was no ordinary fire. "Vampires," she muttered. She saw the cloaked figures of people coming inside the gates of Crescent Hill. One. Two. Three. She tried counting them, but they were just too many of them.