Vampyr Jonathan Reid Novels & Stories

I knew she was nervous, and because my Angel of Death was nervous, I got serious. "His name is Jason," Tyler said. "I met him at the safe house on Rockdale. His sister's been hiding out from this Vampire creep who maimed her. It seems he likes his blood to spurt from an open wound. He cut off her finger to achieve it." My eyes flashed, but Tyler couldn't see them past my sunglasses. She knew what I was thinking, though. "Don't worry," Tyler said. "I already took care of him. I didn't kill him, but he'll never grow his right hand back."

The water rippled until it gently lapped at the shoreline. “Let me tell you a story,” Rowan unbuttoned his suit jacket, his arm resting on the bench. “Once upon a time, there was a vampire who was utterly lonely. Some thousand years went by, he watched the rise and falls of nations, made terrible decisions by joining the wrong crowd drinking blood from unwilling participants,” his eyes darkened. “But that all changed, the day he found her.” Rowan’s eyes trailed to his mate that was serving lemonade to the children playing by the pond.

Lisanna started telling Cassandra everything she knew. “Those boys following them are Jet Crane, he is a warlock, Liam Wright, a werewolf from the West, and Oliver Hunt, a vampire. Jet currently ranked number 4 while Liam was 5, and Oliver was the second,” Lisanna said. Cassandra listened intently. “And those mean girls are Judith Lockhart, a witch, Krystal Knight, a vampire, and Joana Redwood. Joana was also a vampire and she was obsessed with First,” Lisanna mumbled. She ate the remaining piece for her food while looking fat Cassandra's reaction in front of her.

I stopped once on the way out and took a last look at the bed then close the door behind me, wishing that I could close off my memories as easily as I could close off the room. Sunset was an hour ago and I'm already back in Cherokee. Something told me I needed to be here tonight. I approached the edge of the trees and saw one person standing outside on the front porch of Levi's grandmother's home. I opened my senses and instantly they register that this was no person, it's a vampire. I saw the front door open and I drove a message into the grandmother's mind. "No! Don't open that door." But I was too late. The vampire got the invitation he needed to enter.

My Dad called. My Paps beamed, wiggling excitedly in his seat. “We’re in here,” he called back. My Dad bustled into the living room, breathing heavily. He was clutching an empty re-usable shopping bag, and Paps frowned at it. “You didn’t get any dessert?” He asked, tutting. “No, I –“ my Paps’s eyes darted wildly around the room. He paused, stumbling against the doorframe and trying to catch his breath. “There’s been another vampire attack.”

"No hard feelings." Jonathan pulls the heart out of the vampire's chest, killing the man and sending blood everywhere. The devil grimaces at his clothes as he forms the next place. "That's going to stain." --- Fairy is hard to catch when they know you're coming. Jonathan has the heart tucked away in his pocket, next to the cylinder he was using to track down the creators. He calculates his timetable as he starts to set the forest on fire. A little over an hour now. Wasted time with that underling.'

We had gotten to the mansion and I could see Kevin standing, one hand in one pocket, cigarette in the other hand. He was wearing a tight blue jean this time around, but it was rugged. He wore a gray t-shirt and a black jacket, with his neck chain and now I noticed that he had a stud earring in one ear. He had on black high boots that were a perfect fit for his entire dark charisma. As we stopped at the mansion he wasted no time in walking towards me and he held the car door open for me in less than a second. He moved as fast as lightning, well of course, he is a vampire after all.

After a few minutes more the candle lights came on again while the owls returned. I waited to watch in alert and zero seconds. The new vampires stood up in their immortal forms, all in a separate species from the other. They were all physically different. The first one looked very similar to the joker, only this one had fangs, longer nails, a deadly face that made him look like an angry bat, short, red-skinned, and a very huge head. I quickly recognized that one to be the night prowler. He was of the Yara-ma-yha-who breed. An ancient breed common in Japan.

If Jony knew that the man standing in front of him was about to use the evidence he had to threaten the director of the Institute of Hematology and Blood Transfusion, Jony would kick him out of the police department. And if Jony knew he was cooperating with vampires, Jony would put him in prison. He couldn't joke with this old man. - Now tell me when this case can end. Ten years or twenty years? - It won't last ten years. It will end soon. The corner of Jony's lips twitched when he heard the son of the late police chief's firm assertion. Based on what is he so sure? But thinking about it, Jony realized that the key lies in capturing and destroying vampires. The investigation now is only to d

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.