Vampyr Jonathan Reid Novels & Stories

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.

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.

The tears she'd forced out hung awkwardly on her lashes. "Clara, get up. Thank your sister for her blessing." Father sighed in relief. "Th-thank you, sister." Clara bounced out happily. "Girls grow up so fast, hard to keep them around." Father joked, but when he turned and saw my cold face, he looked guilty. "Rowena, the only unmated heirs left from the ruling clans are the vampire lord Thorne and the elf prince Eldrin." "I think the elves aren't a bad pick. Their looks and status are way above the vampires."

Chapter 6: Blood and Silence "There have been recent killings in the barren lands a few days ago. Some vampires who had gone to farm clashed with rogue werewolves, who killed every vampire on the land. Now the lands remain barren with blood and bones, decaying." Carson said, looking at the Primus, who sat on the throne. His eyes were dark, bloody dark. There was no sign of white or colored pupils in them. His jet-black hair accentuated the curve of his face, which remained expressionless. His jaw was sharp, sharp like a knife, as if you could slice an onion with it. His lips, full and red, made every woman in the vampire lands beg for his attention. He was a sin god. The god Kanchelsis must

Joram muttered. "In the woods?" Alek chuckled dryly. "She would break her ankle and you know it." He leaned forward. "So cut the bullshit, brother. What happened? I know you shifted. Why?" Joram sighed and muttered something inaudible under his breath. He turned and said, "The vampire was here." "Esteavo?" Alek raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I saw him." "Claire went with him," Joram said bluntly. "Claire. Went. With. Him..." Alek repeated slowly as his brain struggled to process the information. He saw red and clenched his fist. The glass imploded, cutting his palm deeply, but he did not feel it as his beast surged out.

Derick then hoisted her up as she giggled and took her inside, leaving a surprised Dana, Edmund and Hillary staring behind them. *** The next evening, the whole coven gathered in one of the big living rooms, and Joana, who was seated beside Derick, told them all that had happened when she went back to her neighborhood, and what led to her decision to remain a vampire. “Wait, so you mean that bastard married someone else while you were away?” “Language, Derick,” Joana cautioned him, placing her fingers on his mouth. “But yes, he is a bastard.” The whole coven laughed at her but she wasn’t done entertaining them, she still had a story to tell.

,my dad looked ready to break down. "sorry we haven't seen any females in months",the head vampire moved closer as we spoke. "okay thanks for your time",my dad turned his shoulders sagged and the vampire touched him. "can I have your number and a description of her I will call if we run into her",my dad sighed sadly and gave his cell and name. "her name is Hannah Cross and she may be upset we were a shit family for so long",some tears slipped and he sniffed fast wiping them. These vamps looked at him and nodded.

His eyes blazed with an unearthly intensity, and his heart pounded with the strength of a hundred werewolves. Elena's grip on Reid's shoulders tightened. "By the power of the Devouring Shadow, you are reborn, Reid. Your vengeance shall be unstoppable." The darkness swirled around Reid, a living, breathing entity that seemed to pulse with his every heartbeat. His thoughts clarified, focusing on a single, burning goal: to destroy those responsible for Ariella's death.

Reid dropped to his knees beside the corpse, fingers brushing the man’s throat. “He’s dead,” he said grimly. “F**k,” Juno breathed. “We need to inform the Alpha. Right now.” Reid’s eyes narrowed. He leaned in closer, pulling back the collar to examine the wound. “F**king bloodsuckers,” he growled. “They did this.” Juno hesitated. “Are you sure?” “Look at his neck.” Reid pointed. “Those are vampire marks. Fang marks.” But Juno’s gaze travelled lower—her brows furrowed.