Vampiress Novels & Stories

Before Izzie knew it she was flung around, coming face to face with a strange male vamp. His deep red eyes raked hungrily over her, drinking her in as he held her still. He was only a little taller than her, though that didn’t give her any sort of advantage.

They knew they had to act swiftly to rescue Katherine and stop Sophia's nefarious plans from coming to fruition. Victoria, with her newfound witch powers and werewolf genes, concentrated, tapping into the depths of her abilities. She closed her eyes, seeking a connection to Katherine through the intricate web of supernatural energy. As she delved into the ethereal realm, visions began to materialize in her mind—a decrepit castle, its towering spires reaching into the night sky, shrouded in darkness and situated deep within the vampire-infested territory.

I just wanted to meet you. -- Ok, I understood. (I answered) We started talking calmly like two adults and at the end, he made me understand that he was also a werewolf and that his name was PHILIPPE. And instead of hating him like I hated ANTOINE, something was burning inside me. I felt the urge to be closer to him and hug him. I didn't know what was happening but I knew that I had to get away from him as soon as possible or else I would risk making a mistake that I might regret. And he kept smiling at me all the time. A smile that made me dream. I was annoyed and shaking. His bewitching scent obsessed me. He approached me while looking me straight in the eyes. He was about to touch me when

Every polished surface becomes her ally, every reflection a listening ear, and she wields prophecy like a jewelled dagger pressed to the throat of anyone who doubts her claim. Velarissa, Vampire Princess of Duskmoore — Pale as frost at dawn, with eyes the colour of dark wine spilled across snow, Velarissa radiates an unsettling hush. She rarely speaks above a murmur, yet rooms fall silent the instant she enters. Palace rumours insist she once reduced a rival to dust without baring a single fang—only a soft exhale of power, colder than midnight. Where Cassandra thrives on spectacle, Velarissa rules through dread.

The tale of Vampires unfolds as a dark and contentious chapter in supernatural history, a catalyst for the cataclysmic Great War that swept through the mystical realm, leaving a trail of death and despair in its wake. About 130 million years ago, Crown Princess Octavia of the Mages Kingdom, tormented by the loss of her beloved, resorted to a desperate bargain with the devil. She bartered her very soul, becoming a sinister sorceress beneath the baleful glow of a full moon. With a forbidden incantation, she sought to resurrect her lost love, but the result was a wretched transformation—her once cherished partner was reborn as a ravenous fiend, thirsting for the blood of countless innocent soul

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

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.

She rose and went to the door, gesturing to someone outside. To Harry’s surprise, another woman entered. She looked out of place in a gown and hairstyle that dated centuries before. Harry recognized her as one of the ones that lingered around Sigrid’s farmhouse. One of the ones who had decided to stop living amongst humans and had become a recluse in the little cottages hidden amongst the trees on Talen’s safehouse property. “Thank you, Eulalia,” the first vampiress said quietly as the new woman drifted over to stand by Harry and held out her wrist. “I’ll go heat you up some human blood as well. The more you drink, the better.”

Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curiosity getting the best of him. Melia arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to tell you that," she replied firmly, her voice as cool as a winter breeze.

Nor her long, perfectly white fangs, gleaming under the electric lights. “Y-you . . .” Pierce looks between us for several seconds, muttering something incoherent. And that’s when Vania decides to ruin my life and snap her teeth at him. I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. Pierce spins on his heels and sprints past my cubicle, running over a potted benjamin fig. “Vampyre! Vampyre—there’s a— A Vampyre is attacking us, someone call the Bureau, someone call the—”