Volterra Italy Vampires Novels & Stories

Traitor! The door shook as one of them slammed into it, fists pounding. “Sera!” I knew his voice, Dmitri. His voice tore through the woods. “You bitch fox! We eat you yet!” Another voice, deep and cold—Mikhail’s—spat like venom: “You think wolves die easy? We tear your city apart, devushka! We rip your heart!” “I'm Alessandro Toricelli. Veridia is built on the sweat and blood of my household. Yet you came to prey on it. This is the end, motherfuckers!”

You all know the difficult days we have faced, and I am sorry to say, the worst is yet to come - everyone agreed - and unfortunately, the news I bring will only make them worse - she revealed and continued: - But first I will show you something- Malvvina went to the car, took the notebook, opened it, typed something and put it on a chair and the videos she had shown of torture, persecution and murder that a group of black men committed with wolves and vampires around the world. While the videos were being shown, Malvina was telling the city and what happened. -Rome, Italy a group of wolves visiting the Vatican church were tied up with silver whips, set on fire and when they started to scream

The woman with soft caramel skin and silky black hair, the one who had invaded his mind and violated him in a way her accomplices never could. A shiver ran through him and the younger male shifted slightly on his branch, mirrored lenses secured to the vampire's every expression. Pietro detested the weakness within that showed his fear and he swallowed again to try to combat it. He didn't want the Vârcolac witnessing that weakness. Something about him triggered warning bells deep within Pietro.

Ivory asked. "We should be asking you that." Ella fired. "I know this one, they're all Nagari Vampires." Ivory said pointing to the teen boy who had a bullet in his skull. They walked away from him but Elsa squat beside him and pulled out the bullet from this skull wiping off the blood. There was a flash of images as Elsa recognized it as same that was found at the scene of the burnt wolves. "Sambora Canto." She whispered. Mrs. Peace rose up slowly as her heart pound loudly.

A Viper doesn’t flinch at softness, she uses it. Ivy’s voice returned, quieter, more curious. “So… are they alive or not, Viv?” “Why do you care?” I snarled, and the Italian exploded out of me like a curse I’d been holding too long. “Perché cazzo ti preoccupi di loro, eh? Ti sei innamorata di quei quattro bastardi psicotici? Ti piace l’idea di essere scopata fino a perdere i sensi da un branco di lupi che ti comprerebbero come bestiame se potessero?” (Why the fuck do you care about them, huh? Have you fallen for those four psychotic bastards? Do you like the idea of being fucked senseless by a pack of wolves who’d buy you like livestock if they could?)

"And what are those?" "First, the Vladers. They are the type of vampires who possesses mind reading. They are the strongest type of vampire so they are the first. You can only tell if Vlader is a vampire if they have bloodshot or red eyes. They lead the other vampires so don't try to fight them or you will be the first to die. And don't approach them, they'll know what you're thinking," Then Vlader is the man of my dreams. The strongest type of vampire. Strongest of all vampires. But… the vampire I dreamed about was not real!

A vetala has two drives, a physical one and a psychological one, much like we living humans have both physical needs and psychological ones. Physically, a vetala seeks the physical pleasure of drinking human blood. That’s the reason it’s analogized so much as the Hindu version of what in the West is called a vampire. Psychologically, it wants to test us, us humans, to test us in moral and ethical dilemmas, to test our survival instincts, to test our intelligence levels, etc. It has a sick and sadistic curiosity about us. So, it wants to consume our blood, but, like a cat, it wants to play with its food first.

Verada said, countering Jasmine, the same thing Jasmine hated to hear. “Are you a witch?” The entire conversation was pushed back. Elsa found another thing that sparked through her mind as she heard the vampire fight. “Not that I don’t want to. But no, I am not a witch,” Verada said as she scratched her palm, taking them behind. The Hunger of her hands was craving more of Elsa’s power. Having them feel the volcano that could make this world hell, she was keen on it.

The First Vampire spoke and it was the first time I saw him smile as he stared at the empty wall at the other end of the hallway. "Elnea?" Curiosity sparked inside me upon hearing the name of a flower I've never heard of before. My question made The First Vampire chuckle. "Have you seen a sword, a fairy and a flower on the flag of Eleneas? What do you call it?" "Yea? It's a lily? What about it?"

I trailed off, my brow furrowing as I thought. “What is it, Cals?” My Paps asked. “Well – he said he moved here with his family. And his family have just opened that Italian restaurant on the high street.” “Okay,” Diamond said, turning to Trigger and nodding. “That might just be your clan, my sweet.” Mera raised an eyebrow. “Did you say an Italian restaurant? You do know that vampires can’t eat garlic, right?” “Vampires can’t eat anything,” Torre said, inspecting her nails. “Maybe these nippers have a sense of humour.”