Vladimir Vampire Novels & Stories

The Lord’s hands were up to the elbows in blood, and the entire perimeter of the floor of the room was covered with scarlet liquid. Vladyka did not immediately realize that he was no longer alone. A faint splash distracted the king's attention. Frozen for a moment, Vragenn turned sharply and met his gaze with bottomless, dark eyes without pupils. They reminded him of the night sky during the new moon. The pale face was hidden by short, uneven strands of black hair.

vamp (plural vamps) Noun A flirtatious, seductive woman, especially one who uses sexual desire to exploit men. [ca. 1915] ~ A certain group of strippers are forced to reunite under tragic circumstances. When one of them is found murdered in her home, the five of them come together to form an ally, their aim, to bring the killer to justice. But somewhere along the line, they find their lives entangled each in a bigger mess.

I blurted. To be honest, I was tired, emotionally drained and I had an awful headache coming on. I was surprised by Zions action, he picked me up. He was stronger, so I was not shocked when he lifted me without effort. Zion was larger than any man I had ever seen. Even larger than my brothers and dad combined, It was no surprise, he spent hs entire life weightlifting, I know this because we would always go up the gym everyday till we graduated. Zion may be considered to big for some people to find attractive, but it was his size that made him look intimidating to werewolves, to me, the more intimidating the person is, the more attractive, because they could protect us and they are obviously

he said, looking agitated. "Isn't that something you should be asking your subject?" I arched a brow. There was no way was I going to tell that man anything about our conversation. "Lord Rhazien is unreachable at the moment and the topic of your discussion is a... delicate matter to our court." The way he said 'unreachable' shot a shiver down my spine, but I controlled myself. That would be showing weakness in front of our enemy. "Vladimir, my trusted friend here, is a vampire who I am sure is well versed with the Vampire kingdom's norms, unlike myself." I pointed to Vladimir, who stiffened.

Her blue eyes were unwavering. “I guess you know who we are and why you are here,” Vladimir said, and Valeria looked at them again. “I know that bitch, and I know that dick. Now who the fuck are you?” she asked, her voice blank. The man beside Valeria punched her harshly in the face, and she hissed a bit, blood gathering in her mouth. She looked at Vladimir, and he was scowling. A lot of men in the werewolf world or lycan world are handsome, but she couldn’t say the same to him. He wasn’t tall; he was shorter than his son, his hazel eyes looked unattractive to her, and his face was asymmetrically ugly. He was getting bald; he looked like a clown to her. Sofia snickered, and Valeria smiled. S

“Look at her! The labor has begun! One step closer, and I detonate the secondary charge I have rigged in this room! I’ll give you a dead wife and two dead children, you bloodthirsty brute!” Vladimir did not look at me. He did not blink. He did not acknowledge the threat or the pain written on my face. His tunnel vision was absolute, his rage burning away all tactical sense. “You kill her, Damon,” Vladimir’s voice was a low, guttural vibration, stripped of all command and civilization. “And I will ensure your death is remembered as a warning to every soul who ever crossed me. I will not shoot you. I will not stab you. I will tear you apart, piece by bloody piece, and feed you to the stray dog

I just hope that he will lend us his blood without resorting to violence especially since we are not on good terms. Vladimir is a hundred-year-old vampire who used to be a human with a wealthy lifestyle. He is not just rich but highly respected due to his royal blood. That's the reason why he is living in a freaking castle. He is very influential and feared by the villager. Ever since he turned into a bloodsucking parasite, beautiful ladies start to disappear from the village. He believes that the blood of the maiden helps him to preserve his youthful glow. Nobody suspects him since he is too charming to become a criminal. He has the ability to enchant everybody with his good looks and lure

I shuddered, my knees almost buckling. He brought those fingers to his lips. I gripped his hand and stopped him before he could put them into his mouth. His fingers were tinted pink with my wetness. The tears, the semen, the wetness between my legs—what we Vampires accept as natural is something I'm not so sure wouldn't thoroughly disgust a human. "Paul, I'm a Vampire," I said. "What makes my body wet is blood." He smiled. "It's okay. I'm a Werewolf. It's what I eat."

Grey's assistance came through by holding Scar's hands behind him leaving me with an opening to rip his heart out. "This is for my daughter you piece of shit!" I said, harvesting his heart and tossing it on the floor. I watched the color drain out of him as he fell to the floor and froze up before breaking up into dust. We had just won the battle and we were celebrating victory when Vladimir stepped out of the shadows. It was almost like the vampire king had somehow reincarnated. He walked down towards us calmly but I could feel my pack mates on edge. "It's alright," I said. "This is Vladimir I spoke to you about."

Dean walks out of the trees, now fully dressed. "She is my mate, vampires. Do not even think about hitting on her, she is a werewolf and not into vampires. Do not even think about putting your filthy hands on her," Dean says. I am surprised I did not realize the creature before I was a vampire. "I am no ordinary vampire, and I am an original. My name is Vladimir. Keep yourself out of my business, werewolf. I am not afraid of you, and I can kill you with the snap of my finger," Vladimir says.