Victorian Vampires Novels & Stories

Vic, the ruthless vampire leader, led his bloodthirsty cohorts through the streets, leaving devastation in their wake. Vic, his eyes glinting crimson in the sunlight, reveled in the pandemonium he unleashed. His voice, commanding and cold, echoed through the tumultuous scene. "Behold, my minions! The time has come to assert our dominance over these feeble humans. Let their screams be the symphony of our triumph!"

†—†—†—† She'd let them bathe her when they insisted they would, she'd let them defile her face with heavy makeup but this, she wasn't going to do. "I'm not going to fucking wear that! No way!" She pointed at the skimpy one piece white chiffon skirt complimented with an equally despicable crop top that said 'bunny', that could barely cover her breast if she wore them. Not to even talk of the pink g–stringed pant that covered just her front. Was he planning on pimping her? This vampire dude was surely out of his mind. "His majesty wouldn't like that. He's given his orders, which was to wear you this."

She believed sometimes knowledge and curiosity would put someone's life at risk and she didn't want to drag anyone along with her crazy obsession about supernatural beings. With her secret collection, she knew that the prominent kind residing with humans were vampires. They were categorized in three categories. Pureblooded were those who were born as vampires with parents who were both vampires, they were the strongest. Turned vampires, humans who went through transition. And half-vampires, those who were fruits of the union of vampires and humans.

The first manifestation of pregnancy that most Vampires have is sleepwalking, a mental breakdown then beginning to gradually lose awareness and memories. While making love at that time, Phoebe was bloodthirsty and tried to bite Louis' shoulder to drink blood, it was not because she was too hungry to take the risk nor because Phoebe was too hateful of Louis to attack him. Phoebe's action at that time was to create a "mate" link with Louis, but… Louis refused this connection by brutally beating Phoebe and causing her already weakened spirit to become even more damaged pity and fear for him.

Lucian said, pulling his gaze from her to look around the chamber. His dislike for rain was increasing as it got heavier. All the wetness and the odour of wet grass made his skin crawl. The azure wolves circled around them, and he groaned in irritation before turning back to her. As his eye flickered over her, hers gleamed in anticipation. She was soaking wet and her thin robe was clinging to her; it was so thin he could see her nakedness under it. “I’m not wrong, Lucian. I know what I saw, Victoria is who forces the azure in here with the help of your pack. It was a bargain to keep her immortal.”

Swinging my urumi in rapid circles, I cut into the outer layers of bloodsuckers, but as fast as the thin steel blades flay out pieces of undead flesh leaving dark magic flames to consume them, new vampires are porting in, all of them hellbent on getting to Sylvia. The shrieks of the burning pierce the air accompanied by cries of victory from my other sisters as their own battles end and they emerge into the center of the house, enraged and lusting for more. Six of us strike at ground level trying to get to Sylvia, with Jenny still covering us from above, but in the end, she’s overwhelmed. The filthy bloodsucker who gets to her—a dark-haired smokey-eyed male wearing casual clothes and a black

“Bill Shadow was the vampire.” It was so unexpected. “So, he came to my room to warn you?” “No …. I think he wanted to rape me again.” Victoria’s voice was hoarse. “But you came on time and saved me without you knowing.” “I will protect you from now. You are my woman.” Victoria sat and straightened her body. She stared at me. “So, do you remember me?” Her voice and her eyes were full of hope. “Sadly, only a glimpse of the sudden memories flashed in my mind.” I grabbed her body again, asking her to lie with me again.

I will give him more than he bargains for. I go to my new home, a plain suburban affair. It is furnished. Quickly, not breaking a sweat, I move most of the furniture into the garage. Then I retire to the master bedroom, draw all the shades, and lie down on the hard wooden floor and close my eyes. The sun has drained my strength, I tell myself. But as I doze off I know it is also the people I have met this day that have cut deep into me, where my iron blood flows like a black river over the cold dust of forgotten ages, dripping onto this green world, onto the present, like the curse of the Lord himself. I hope to dream of Krishna as I fall asleep, but I do not. The devil is there instead. Yak

Whether Marcus liked it or not, I wasn't ready to surrender. Blood spattered across the silk wallpaper. Glass shattered under our thrashing bodies. Marcus bit down on my shoulder and I howled, twisting to rake my claws across his face. We were destroying each other and the room at the same time. Then the door exploded inward with a deafening crash. Victoria stood in the doorway with a dozen wolves surrounding her, none of them wearing Marcus's pack colors. These were outsiders, allies she had somehow rallied. "Let her go, brother," Victoria commanded,

They were weak and needed food. "Hello, everyone. I'm Gavin Kyle. The first vampire on the soil of Wisconsin after about twelve centuries ago," I started my first speech after they had eaten. Although some of them looked reluctant, interested, and afraid, their spirit personalities are what compelled them to stay. A force they could not control.