Vampyr Jonathan Reid Novels & Stories

She could practice fighting with her brother when he was free. She thought of going back. From afar she could sense three unknown vampires among her family. She increased her pace to reach the castle in time for dinner. When she opened the door to the dining room, she was very surprised to see three vampires staring at her. There was a woman who was of her mother's age and a girl who seemed older than her and beautiful and lastly a boy who seemed Kyson's age. He had blonde hair and sharp features and good-looking for his age. He seemed dangerous but Ingrid could not help but felt drawn towards him.

He hadn't gripped me that hard, but I didn't appreciate being manhandled. Johnathan crossed his arms over his chest and glared down at me. "Who are Aunt Serena and Uncle Charles and why do they have vampires visiting them at their home while my son is there?" He hissed. I glared up at him. "None of your business, he's my son, and I don't know." I hissed back. Johnathan practically turned purple and I swear he grew three feet, effectively filling the entire hallway. But just before he could explode I heard Cade and Rachel coming back into the house.

Relaxing in the living room, the three of us watched Kieran as my mom tried calming down Johnathan. He was in a mood after the guards discovered a group of nine bloodsuckers within the secret passageways. Hearing a motorcycle revving its engine and coming up the driveway I glanced at everyone. “That will be Darius,” Johnathan stated as he rose to go to the front door. “A vampire that rides a motorcycle and not a luxury vehicle,” I snickered, catching Nolan and Nathan's eyes. “Her panties better not drop when that fucker gets introduced to her,” Nathan asserted and Nolan shook his head.

“How did it go? I’m assuming well, considering no one’s bleeding.” “Better than well,” I say as I adjust my footing on the floor. “Jonathan Vize is dead.” Gasps ripple around the room. “And his son Elijah is her mate too,” Jordan pipes in, already lounging in a chair he didn’t earn, his muddy boots kicked up on a nearby stool like he didn’t just stomp on someone’s croissant. A stunned silence settles over the table. Then Nanna slowly sits down, rubbing her temples. “I’m going to need stronger tea for this.”

“I’ll be home soon.” “Son of a bitch,” Cadon muttered, but Jo was too busy aiming at Vampires to hear him. A flurry of motion in front of her let her know she was in for more than she’d bargained for, but she wasn’t concerned. Jo McReynolds had never faced a Vampire she couldn’t take on, and if this night proved to be the first, she wasn’t concerned about that either.

"Jet, I'm warning you to stay away from Ranz and I want to tell you that we're done already?" " Why? Is it because of Vlahdy? Do you know what the first time I saw that guy, there's something different from him? I sense that he's a vampire and once that ill know his real identity I'll gonna kill him right away." "How dare you! How can you know if he's a vampire or not? I'll tell you. You will never know the real identity of Vlahdy. Stay away from him!" "No, you are wrong! Do you see this? This is a perfume I made it to know who vampires are. This is a perfume I first use for Moana. After smelling it a vampire will collapse for a second but will gain consciousness after ten seconds. It's so

still hear the gossip in my ears, a constant reminder of the truth I could not deny. Jonathan had made his move, and now he had to answer for it. Every beat of my heart, every deep breath, filled me with the promise of retribution. I vowed that I would not rest until justice was served. I would find Tyla, bring her back, and together we would ensure that Jonathan’s actions would not go unpunished. There was no turning back now. Jessica’s disappearance was not just an act of cruelty—it was a declaration of war. And I, Damon, would be the one to stand against it. My heart was heavy with sorrow and rage, but I was firm in completing my mission. I promised myself that no matter the cost, I woul

“Wha' wrog?” “They found another body,” She said, “Under the bridge. Same place as the last one. They said the body had all its blood drained out.” “Just like the last ones.” I shivered. She turned to me, eyebrows raised. “Apparently there are no obvious wounds. Do you still think they’re animal attacks?” “Of course.” I rolled my eyes. “What else would they be? Vampires?” “You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

My father was a vampire, some believe you should only mate with your own kind, my parents believed in the mate bond. My mother was exhiled from her pack, my father from his coven, that was fine, they were forgotten, until they had me... That's when the council decided they had to destroy me. I have always been aware of what I am, half wolf half vampire, a hybrid as my mother called me, I know the powers I could possess, i got my wolf, Nova at 16, but until I'm 18 I won't fully know my power. My birthday is in two days, I need to hide until I get my full strength, then I will get my revenge, I will kill all that were involved, first I need to survive.

Violetta held on to his arm to give him warmth. Jaxon quickly looked around, searching for a solution. Then he saw a dead vampire nearby. An idea popped into his head. "This is crazy, but I hope it works." Curious, Violetta asked, "What do you want to do?" Without hesitation, he took out his dagger and swiftly cut off the vampire's head, collecting its blood in his palms. He hurried back to Tyler's side and gently lifted his friend's head. "Tyler, I know this is risky, but it's our only chance," Jaxon said urgently. "I'm going to give you some vampire blood as a medicine. It should neutralize the venom and heal you."