Victorian Vampires Novels & Stories

but my parents taught me to always keep the mate bond. I come upon a lake and it looks like there was a struggle, I can smell wolf's blood and the eucalyptus and peppermint is back but it's mixed with tobacco and rum, I'm worried now, maybe my mate has been hurt. I can't see any blood other than the wolf's blood but I can smell vampire blood, I look around trying to find any sign when the smell of eucalyptus and peppermint hits me hard, Nova is going crazy screaming one word over and over "MATE!!!"

Kristi moved toward the row of spruce, separating the boughs with her hands and getting ready to step to between them. Three shadowy figures moved easily through the dark woods, heading south and east. There were few paths here, but they weaved their way effortlessly among the leafless trees, making almost no sound. They could have moved faster—much faster—but they had no need for haste. The leader was a woman, short in stature, with full lips and black hair cut just below her chin. She looked to be in her twenties, but she was older, much older. Her name was Victoria, and she was nearly four hundred years old. She was a vampire. Victoria had been turned by an eccentric Austrian nobleman in

Victor ask starring around the scattered hall , broken chairs and tables were everywhere and also bunch of bodies laid scattered on the floor . "This are vampires and they are all dead " I said examining he dead vampire lady beside me . " guys come see this " Dianna yelled and we all turn around towards her direction and behold it was Colin . "Colin ..Colin " Victor called tapping his face lightly and he opened his eyes slowly "grahhhh damn it " he groan and sat up "what happened here " I ask and he sigh ." the witches poisoned us with vervine "he grumbled . " dad " Cammy called and quicky hug Victor

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had surv

The people at the inn will notice that something is wrong. I understood what it meant when I saw Ryson drinking blood from that maid. Feeding on humans. On weak people. I had read too many books, watched too many movies, heard too many stories about myths and legends, liked fiction very much. Where humans and vampires didn't get along. Most stories ended in romance, hate, war and death. I wondered how my story will be like seeing that my life is now twisted with these creatures. Vampires. Just saying the name creeps me out. Chills running up and down my spine like waves on the sea.

"Tige! I'm in trouble. I need you." "Frank, Tony, Keada, Cyrene, Kaniji—to my home! We're being attacked!" The air in the room seemed to thicken. Anyone with a sense of the supernatural could tell that something huge was about to happen. Before their eyes, Vampires began to appear. They dotted the room out of nowhere. Julie was first and didn't have to ask any questions. The sight of the roomful of werewolves was self-explanatory. Ran was a step behind her along with both of their Vampire assistants. They all stared at the werewolves, who were busy turning here and there trying to protect themselves on all sides from attack.

The vampires. At least eight or nine that I could immediately identify. Each one more devastatingly beautiful than the last. One had midnight-black hair and molten silver eyes that seemed to pierce straight through flesh and bone. Another — tall, golden-haired Elias — wore a wicked, boyish grin that promised both pleasure and ruin. Seraphine, with her cascading fiery red hair and crimson lips, moved like living temptation incarnate. Viktor looked like a broad-shouldered warrior carved from marble, while Damien’s dark, smoldering intensity made my knees feel weak. They didn’t hide what they were.

Priest said, and Daniel and Ashton each took her hand in theirs, kissing the top of them while Alexander kissed her cheek from behind, the photo captured by the photographer showcasing how much they love her and she loves them. "Queen Victoria of Vampires! Queen of werewolves! Queen of witches!" Everyone started to holler when they saw the ceremony ending, and some even started telling each other that she belonged to a particular species, making a small tension start to form in the crowd. Seeing the commotion in the public, Victoria brought out a mic from thin air before switching it on. "Shut the fuck off, will you? It's the hybrid queen Victoria, for all of you," Victoria said with a roll

She didn’t hear the door to the main chamber open. Victoria slipped inside on silent feet, auburn hair loose and glowing faintly in the blue firelight. She paused at the sound of water—soft splashes, the gentle lap against copper—and smiled to herself. The small necromantress was awake. Bathing. Vulnerable in a way that made Victoria’s undead heart—long still—give a single, impossible flutter.

"An alliance? After the attack last night?" Victoria's smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly recovered. "That was not authorized by the vampire council," she said. "Viktor Bloodworth is acting on his own, seeking to destabilize the peace between our species." Damon leaned back in his chair, studying her. "And what does this alliance entail?" "A marriage," Victoria said, her eyes locking with his. "Between you and me. A union that would unite our species and put an end to Viktor's madness."