Vampiress Novels & Stories

she said “you are not crazy little tank, there is no doubt that the vampires you have met are and were evil but the reason i seem to be making you question everything is because you have lumped us all into the same category which i find surprising. I mean, how exactly is it you think we get half breeds like yourself? If we raped and pilaged all the time we would have been extinct by now, in this day and age where even fankensteins monster can find someone to love in the movies why cant we? It was you who made us realize even vampires are romantic now after all” he said

Van must have been very confident in the abilities of the individuals she placed on this team as their task would not be easy. As Ward had explained it, Dracula had a lair beneath the castle where he held three temptress Vampires. They were extremely dangerous assassins who had the ability to manipulate their opponents, particularly those of the male variety. Van offered no explanation for why she had chosen this particular group, but Ward assured them it was purposeful. Perhaps she knew they were the least likely to be distracted by the sirens’ beauty.

Kristen quickly started the ignite and rushed to her. Tessa opened the door and she jumped in. "Move! Move!" Tessa screamed. Kristen got back to the road again. "What is it, Tess?" Kristen asked. "You are behaving like you saw a ghost or something," Doris said. "I...I saw a..vamp... a vampire!" Tessa panted. "What? How do you know that?" Doris asked. "Wait? You sure?!" Kristen asked. "Yes! He referred to me as sweet blood and his eyes...his...eyes. He-

I replied and we began to walk. “So, I kept on reading these novels, and I found out there’s someone missing about wolves in all of them.” She suddenly said and I looked at her. “What’s that?” I asked. “They didn’t write that they drink blood once a week—the blood of young girls.” She said, staring at me straight in the eye. “Those are vampires.” “Vampires drink blood to satisfy their hunger, wolves drink to sustain their powers. If you ever meet a wolf, ask them.” She said and something about the way she said it felt ominous.

Usually, she'd have been cursing at them but today she was grateful that they weren't paying enough attention to notice her. The daylight stung her eyes but she was in too much of a haze to care. She only stopped moving when she reached the cemetery. It wasn't a planned destination, she had no specific place in mind when she had fled the house, somehow she'd just found her way there. All she wanted to do was get as far away as possible before she lost control and did something that she would regret. It was a completely foreign feeling, craving blood but she knew something was up the second she inhaled Mason's scent and found herself thinking about his blood. Vampires didn't crave the blood o

I noticed a small couch in a corner and took a seat on it. "Do you always watch me every night?" She suddenly asked me breaking the silence. "Since you got attacked," I confirmed and she nodded. "You're quite calm for someone who just learned that completely fictional characters actually exist," I pointed out. I've noticed ever since I told her that I was a vampire she kept a calm expression as if she's been told the exact same thing her whole life. "I really don't know either. I just feel this weird sense of belonging." That's probably the effect of the sacred book on her. She's the chosen one so she'd naturally feel attached to our species without even knowing.

“You wish to know why this unsettles me. Very well.” Valear paused, never taking his hellish eyes off of Lucas' face. “The girl can create a weakness in you Lucas. She threatens your power. If you wish to take her as a bride…” Lucas' silence was an affirmation, “…She would make a deadly enemy. Some things you don't know Lucas. A Vampiress can be a worse enemy than a vampire because they have an unusual seductive power. That is why love is not a common emotion among us undead. It could

Now, a mere werewolf had taken her place in his heart. As Vanessa paced her room, her thoughts raced. She gazed at an ornate mirror, where her reflection, a stunning vampire with long ebony hair and piercing red eyes, stared back at her. She whispered to her own image, her voice seething with bitterness, "Mara, you will not take what's rightfully mine. I will ensure that you meet your doom."

The flickering candlelight danced across her face, casting elongated shadows that seemed to mirror the thoughts swirling in her mind. Her thoughts drifted to Zoe, the young woman whose presence had ignited a spark of recognition within her. Esmaralda had sensed the powerful aura that emanated from Zoe the moment she had set foot in her presence. It was a familiar energy, one that resonated with her own ancient bloodline of vampires.

The once elegant figure is now twisted into a demonic entity, an incarnation of vampiric power at its zenith. The battlefield, bathed in the eerie glow of moonlight, became a theater for the convergence of primal forces. Dylan, now an unholy specter, exuded an aura of menace that sent ripples of fear through those who dared to witness his transformation. Chastity, standing resolute against this grotesque incarnation, faced a formidable adversary whose essence resonated with the darkest corners of vampiric lore.