Vampyr Jonathan Reid Novels & Stories

he chuckled. I couldn’t resist his playfulness and smiled back, “Tell me.” “When I left the party, headquarters called about a lead to the killer we’ve been after. Frank’s killer. I’ve been in Philadelphia,” he said. “I’m not sure that I follow,” I said. He smiled smugly. “We caught a vamp in Philadelphia who fits the description of the vamp we’ve been chasing.” “You knew who you were chasing?” I gasped. “Yep.” He smiled confidently.

Chapter 37 Martha pov I've been calling Felix Reid but his phone was off. I wanted to ask him where we could find the son of Victor Demetri, a vampire hunter whom was terminated by Damon, the hybrid vampire who leeched on human body from centuries until this present generation. We must find him so that he could be a great help for us to cut off Damon's head as soon as possible. I didn't want to lived with a vampire daughter and to get human blood everynight in the hospital.

"Now I allow my voice to change, to deepen, to resonate with the fullness of my incredibly long life. The effect on him is pronounced; he shakes visibly, as if he is suddenly aware that he is sitting next to a monster. But I am not just any monster. I am a vampire, and in many ways, for his sake, that may be the worst monster of all. "Someone has hired you to research me," I say. "I know that for a fact. Please don't deny it again, or you will make me angry. I really am uncontrollable when I am angry. I do things I later regret, and I would regret killing you, Mr. Riley--but not for long." I pause. "Now, for the last time, tell me who sent you after me, and I will give you a million dollars

Jonathan rushes forward and picks him ups which makes everyone around us laugh. "I'm sorry, he slipped out of my grip," Freya apologizes, moving to Jonathan's side as she watches Aiden struggle to get out of his grip, wanting to get to Ryder. "Who is this?" Rayna questions when Ryder lets her up as he stays shifted. It's funny watching his large lycan form walk over as he laughs at our son.

As Lea and Barbara moved to the bedroom to chat, Jonathan stayed behind, fixing Drex with a sharp gaze. *** "Vampires do exist," Drex said quietly, his voice intended only for Joe’s ears. "You’re being ridiculous," Joe countered. "Who’s being ridiculous? Me, or the vampire?" Jonathan stared at Drex. He felt uneasy; it was as if Drex were baiting him to reveal his true identity. "Have you ever seen a vampire?" Joe asked in a low voice. "Ha ha ha..." Drex laughed softly, then fell silent, scanning Joe’s face up and down. "Yes, I'm looking at one."

The door opened immediately. A woman stood there, maybe sixty years old with silver hair and eyes that looked like they could see straight through you. Her gaze flicked from Maya to Jonathan and her expression soured. “You brought a vampire into my home,” she said. “I brought an ally,” Maya corrected. “This is Jonathan. Leader of the vampires now, actually. His father died tonight.” The woman’s eyebrows rose slightly. “Condolences.” “Don’t bother,” Jonathan said. “I’m not mourning.”

Adrian's POV Vampires had no true dawn. The sky over the Prince's domain was forever wrapped in heavy night. But when the old clock in the manor struck its sixth toll, I knew the long night had passed. I didn't get drunk again. But the dream didn't fade. If anything, it grew clearer. Clear enough that I could no longer explain it away as a dream. I saw another lifetime. In that lifetime, the Council forced Clara back into the human world.

He had a trace of an omega scent with him. His eyes widened upon seeing a necklace. A very distinct raven necklace. He approached the guy as he didn’t recognize him. But he had a mark on his neck. A bite of what seemed to be a human. He was already claimed. “This man is a Lycan,” Reid said as the man’s eyes opened. He looked dizzy as Reid reached for the pendant. “Where did you get this?” Reid asked and showed the pendant to him. When the man went to his senses, he looked startled as it seemed that he recognized him.

She released a small sigh, pulling me into a hug that I welcomed as she held me close to her heart. "It was a dark time for everyone. Your father had succeeded to eliminate many of the enemies who coveted Nova Aeria and you but one slipped through the cracks. A man your father trusted once as his Army general. He was the one anomaly who let power corrupt him and kept record of the events that happened. Even after his memory was erased, he somehow found his way to his failsafe records and using them, he began to search for you and amass the power he would need to finally fulfill his life-long dream to take over Nova Aeria and become King of the Werewolves. His name was Jonathan Huntley Creed.

“Shit! Jasper, hold on!” “What are you doing here Reid?” A man said from the bedroom door. “Fuck, Vincent,” Reid’s voice held the sharp edge of hysteria. “You fucking shot my mate.” “Your mate? Hmm, well,” Vincent was amused. “I guess Marcella Damiano wasn’t the only queer one out of the two of you.” “You ordered her death,” Reid accused shifting Jasper slightly in preparation to spring, seeking to prevent the other werewolf from shooting again whilst he was pinned beneath Jasper’s weight on the ground, over the dead body of Jay.