Viking Vampire Novels & Stories

With his own eyes, he saw Samson go outdoors and only wear sun protection clothes like everyone else. In theory, vampires should sleep deeply during the day. The way he lives is no different from humans. - Furthermore, I suspect he has met and is very close to Eirlys. Even Drake couldn't see the mole on my aunt's ear and didn't include it in the painting, but he drew it. He recognized that the person in the painting and Jenny were two different people so he didn't even need to look at her. And finally, the painting was completed within fifteen minutes.

“You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.” I scoffed. “You sound like a conspiracy theorist. Vampires don’t exist, and you’ve got to stop reading all those fantasy books.” Before she could say anything else, I grabbed another slice of toast and breezed out of the apartment. My condolences to the victims, but vampire attacks were just so stupidly unrealistic. Like creatures of the night actually existed. Right, sure. “Mr. Vale’s not in right now.” Celine said at the reception, looking me up and down.

Wren said. “The morozko is what hurt Annie, and the upir is what the sheriff killed when we were working during the storm,” Viktor told him. “OK, I’m not up on the folklore either, but I am pretty sure that I have heard upir used as a term for a vampire, not what I shot,” Lindsay said to Viktor.

an elder stands from her seat her voice laces with surprise. “The prophecy of the blood bride seems to be true because the girl you see here can be best described as “best of both worlds” she is a vampire and witch as well.” As if I was with disease, every vampire around me shifted so as not to contact it maybe. Disgust spread through their faces. “What are you doing Tyril?” I whisper to Tryil who is behind me with a knowing smile. “What a Vampire prince like me should do, protect his people from foes.”

He looked composed and calm, narrowing his eyes at her, he didn't say a word. Her eyes. They were too captivating. Too rare, and for the first time Vampire king did want someone to keep staring in his eyes. _____________________________________ I'll be pasting the warnings in the coming chapter related to the story's genre and the contents inside. This is about Vampires, supernatural away from humans, so I'll be making them way more brutal and animalistic then my normal dark romance books, so be ware and better read my warnings first. Till the next adios

“By showing you the path and way that you should follow if you want your reign to last. War is coming. Bigger and serious than whatever you faced before. The wolves would be decimated, killed. It’ll be a genocide. Vladmir would make sure of that.” “Who is Vladmir?” She frowned, “I thought you’ve met him. It’s in your visions.” “I don’t know who that is,” I coldly replied. “The vampire. His name is Vladmir, he’s ancient, old, and he wants blood, every specie blood including his own and you’re the first because you’re the one who defiled him, who locked his people and him up.”

We ended up boarding a plane destined for Norway, and that is where we are now. I hate the growling Viking like asshole. But I don't think I need to worry about him. He seems very interested in the redhead girl, though. I wish I could slap him every time he looks at her. And the things he says are so vulgar. It makes you want to wash your ears out. He acts as if he has never seen a pretty girl before. Horny pig. Or I guess wolf, whatever that means. Ever since the vampire said they werewolves, images of science fiction characters have been filling my mind. The only thing I can confirm is, I believe they are werewolves. It would explain the Alpha term and the roar-like growl our buyer gave to

It felt as if the fires of Hell was giving him stroking his cock. You have one more to remove. The Vampire... His eyes widened, "Vampire?" he panted, his head tilting back as he felt himself nearing his climax. The strongest of all Vampires. He has tricked her. "She's not out of harm's way yet." he moaned as he came, drenching his boxers. The warmth released him, letting him collapse to the floor. He panted, but the ache still remained. He wanted Willow. Needed her. He was desperate to claim her.

There were also three rogue werewolves, enormous, with deep scars and fierce eyes, two small elementals, one of earth and one of wind, and a tall gray-skinned woman with completely white eyes, carrying a bone staff. The leader of the group, a tall bald vampire with a scar running from his eye down to his chin, raised his gaze toward the window and gave Adrian a nod. "That’s Darius," Adrian murmured. "An old hunting companion. He brought the best ones who still owed me favors." Valkiria let out a low whistle, impressed. "You really summoned the renegades. I thought Darius had sworn never to set foot in Darkmoor territory again." "He did," Adrian replied with a smile. "But I told him Dracula w

"How can you stand there and say that when you are the one who's seducing a monster?" "First of all, I am NOT seducing anyone! Secondly, you do not know him. I do, and I can say that you are far bigger of a monster than he will ever be!" "Never! All vampires are monsters and no amount of time will ever change that! They are evil beings who deserve to be slaughtered." "Oh my God! Why are you so stubborn and stuck in your ways that you can't wrap your tiny little peanut-sized brain around the fact that they are still people and not all of them are the same?"