Vampiro Novels & Stories

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

Anya asks curiously. “Mate,” Aunt Athena said. “What’s wrong with calling that man that you save her mate?” Anya asked. She was as confused as I was. “Because the man that we had picked up by the invisible border was not a shifter nor human,” Uncle Drake explained, a small smile appeared on his face. “The man that Camila called her Mate. The man who came from the North was a Vampire.”

He took a step back and she landed on the bare floor. "I doubt you know who I am," he spoke without fear. She laughed maniacally, "we, the condemned, have neither fear of the gods nor of man. Tell me, who are you?" He smiled, "I am no man. I am Sebastian Deusdedit, lord of the vampires." She seemed a bit shocked for an instant then her eyes glowed even more. "Even more lovely," she licked blood red lips, "your heart will give us even more power than we have ever had and we will conquer the villages and rip their heart to shreds."

“He’s a f-king monster, a vampire.” “Yeah, and what the f-k do you call f-king Sparrow?” Talen’s Van Helsing snapped back. “I want out,” he said to Talen. “Out of this cell, out of this bunker, out of this f-king town. Out of this f-king country.”

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.

or it? "I won't ask you again, Vamp. What. Are. You. Doing. Here?!" I couldn't believe such loud words were coming out of such a tiny body. My ears were bleeding, literally. I wiped the blood off shakily and looked up. He was in the sky somewhere.

Chaos was confused, he couldn't understand anything he was talking about. However, a sudden glimpse of information rushed into his mind, as the memories he was having a hard time assimilating helped him understand what these things were. Vampires were a race of supernatural Undead, the strongest of them all, they possessed endless lifespan and insane regeneration abilities, amazing talent with magic, superhuman strength, powerful magic eyes, and many other powers.

About twenty pale-skinned creatures emerged from the thick forest, their teal-green eyes glimmered in the darkness. A vampire, unlike a lycan or werewolf, was born with one of four distinct abilities: speed as quick as lycans, called a velox; strength superior to werewolves but inferior to lycans, called a fortis; invisibility, called a discretus; or the most-feared, mind-manipulation, called a decipio.

Sean replied. “Bring him to me,” Carl ordered. “There’s a problem, my lord—he’s a vampire.” “What? How can a vampire enter Santossa?” Carl’s brows furrowed in disbelief. “Well, according to my research, that vampire is married to a human. He survives on animal blood and owns a vacation house at the boundary between Santossa and Carreon City—a free city where humans reside. He was out hunting deer and rabbits when he witnessed the event.” “Hop in. Let’s go meet him at his place,” Carl said, excitement lighting up his face. Finally, the puzzle might be solved.

The creature hissed and launched another attack, this time aiming to take Bola from the stomach. The mage swallowed when he jumped backward. It took everything in him to keep his mind from the fact that just a slice from those fingers would live him paralyzed or worst dead. From the red patched growing on the creature's face, he could tell that the man was not any ordinary vampire. Vampiron, they were called. The rarest and the deadliest species of the Vamp community. His body was already heating and he could feel the heat that was beginning to soak his shirt. His heart was pulsing, but he had learned over the years to keep his body from feeling fear, even in