Vampiress Novels & Stories

And for that reason alone, I could not have dreamed that vampirism is based on truth. Let's face it. I don't meet the profile of the typical girl turned vampire or girl turned vampire killer. Bella is too tragic, Buffy is a cheerleader, and I'm a black girl from the 'hood. I work nine to five at a local cable company. Drop-dead gorgeous men are not stalking me, and my rounded body does not fit neatly into a size two.

"Bloodletting when the vampire is dying." ###

She gulped, as Scar stood up and critically assessed her. She had the most beautiful burnt sienna skin, but Faith could tell where she got her nickname from. Long piercing white gashes spread like a disease from the top of her forehead, down through where her left eye should have been, over the bridge of her nose and ended by her opposite jaw. Faith gasped, wondering what on earth could have done something so monstrous to her. "Vampires." The girl ground out in her gravelly voice. "What?" "Vampires did this to me. But do you know what I hate more then vampires? Humans who sympathise with them." She bit out, taking a step closer to Faith with each word as Faith tried to sink into the door.

Remlend had an odd feeling about the woman, but he ignored it and resumed the game he had stopped. Samantha? Although she has a lovely name and appears to be an angel to humans, she is not bad. "Okay, let's play murder wink," he suggested. All of the students agreed. "Has anyone played this game? Do you all know the gameplay?" he asked. Few students nod, but many more are unaware of the game. "I'll explain it."

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

Atia was barely breathing, for she feared to do so and be the target of the fury emanating from Velaska who continued to read: - Raína, also Soraia's aunt is a spokesperson for the Elder Vampires, an elite guard of 3 Elder Vampires, who few know,but are said to be, extremely, powerful. Velaska stopped reading, she needed to breathe, as she felt her heart swimming in flames burning with rage inside her chest, and when she felt it calm down, she began:

I watched her face as I said that, her brows scrunching in concentration while she processed my words. “That explains why you aren’t pasty like me” she said, wrinkling her nose and looking at her arms. “I mean according to pop culture vampires are pale, hate the sun or die from it, have an aversion to garlic and can be killed by driving a stake through their heart.” Her gray eyes flicked to mine, and she gave me a wry grin. “Don’t worry Cade, I don’t plan on turning into Buffy anytime soon.” I laughed at that and so did she.

He remembered how good her blood had tasted; something about hunters having a different kind of blood that could get a vampire high or experience euphoria. Distracted, he hadn't noticed the door to his room creaking open a voluptuous blonde haired vampiress strutted in. pushing the door shut she leaned against it. “You seem distant.” Jolting him out of his train of thoughts he hurriedly pushed the ring back into the trinket, clicking it shut before his gaze lingered on the female in his room. She batted her lashes at him, her tongue darting out to wet her plum lips. The see through dress she had on did nothing to hide her fully round bosom.

Omega Violetta used her telekinesis to protect the pack from incoming vampire attacks, creating an invisible barrier around them. Sarah moved through the chaos of the battlefield with deadly precision, her daggers dancing in her hands. She expertly targeted the vampires, striking each of them with lethal accuracy. Her swift and agile movements allowed her to evade their attacks effortlessly. With each strike of her daggers, she struck fear into the hearts of the vampires, leaving them no chance to retaliate.

He scrambled to get away from the cage. “You bitch!” He growled. “You villains are going to hell!” The girl screamed. “Shut up, you blood-drinking disgusting bitch!” The other one yelled while pulling his scratched friend away from the cage. I looked closer at her. She was a vampire with her black hair in a bob and dressed in a red halter neck rockabilly dress with black polka dots that flared out around her legs. She was seething, there was no doubt about that. The third guy smirked.