Volterra Italy Vampires Novels & Stories

Estela, though—her fingers whiten around her glass, the faintest tremor in her wrist. “My lands are being vandalized by mad vampires,” I say, my voice carrying. “Innocent humans compelled to ambush me. And someone”—I let my eyes lock on hers—“opened the vortex in Sicily. Now witches roam my territory.” “And who are you accusing, Rafaele?” Paulo leans forward, his scarred face too close, too smug. I should have taken his other eye last time. “Yes,” another Don pushes. “Tell us who.” “Plead guilty,” I say calmly, turning to Estela, “or I’ll fight you for this.”

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!!!"

A warning. Footsteps, too light for deer. I stopped breathing. Then I turned. They were there. The same three. The rogue vampires. The woman stood in front, her perfect hair and sharp coat pristine despite the undergrowth. The shorter man flanked her left, hands in his pockets like this was a casual run-in. The tall one stood to her right, silent but alert, eyes locked on me like a predator sizing up prey. This time, none of them smiled. “You came back,” the woman said.

"We're going to Italy. Right now." Julian stepped into her path, his massive vampiric frame blocking her way like a wall of solid stone. "Maya, absolutely not. You are human. Volterra is a fortress filled with the most ruthless predators to ever walk the earth. Walking into that court is a suicide mission for you." "I don't care!" Maya yelled, tears finally spilling over her cheeks, though her eyes blazed with a defiance Julian hadn't seen since before Elena left.

and since I am over the witches, it is my job to get everything in check. Ryker was just hitching a ride with Toffe and I said, "Ryker you know you can tap into your mate's power and teleport, right?" He said, "I know but I am having too much fun working with Toffe," and I just smiled, they are like kids when they are ready. Mysterious murders were going on in Vampora, and a lot of vampires were being killed but what caught my eye, they were working with Vivianne, they had her mark, and a lot of other species living in Vampora were popping up dead. They all have her coven mark and I looked at Toffe and Ryker, they were thinking what I was thinking, and I smiled. We have someone doing our wor

This motherfucker was never scared of him. "You'll not be the first one to do so King Vlad, our west neighbor pack, bloodcrest, the Alpha met me, he gave me one of his lands when I asked for his help. We didn't have to make such meetings in his time. Ezekiel Blade, north side rogue king, he gave me his biggest land and demanded me to properly harvest it. Even his few wolves stayed at my kingdom many times. If they can, why not you? We are same, vampires, we should be helping each other. It's just two vampire kingdoms in this world." Kael completed his words letting the room fall in suffocating silence.

Louder, she continued, “You are to serve him tonight for dinner.” Vampires didn’t eat like other creatures. They needed blood to survive, preferably straight from the source. The tributes were mainly selected to be those blood wells. As werewolves could generally heal quickly, I imagined vampires could feast on them many times before the tributes finally succumbed. Knowing that, and knowing that I was the tribute selected to be Vampire Duke Damien’s blood pet, I guessed serving him for dinner meant that I would personally be the food, with my blood on the menu.

Sean replied. “Bring him to me,” Carl ordered. “There’s a problem, my lord—he’s a vampire.” “What? How can a vampire enter Santossa?” Carl’s brows furrowed in disbelief. “Well, according to my research, that vampire is married to a human. He survives on animal blood and owns a vacation house at the boundary between Santossa and Carreon City—a free city where humans reside. He was out hunting deer and rabbits when he witnessed the event.” “Hop in. Let’s go meet him at his place,” Carl said, excitement lighting up his face. Finally, the puzzle might be solved.

Vera concluded. “Don’t mind my old silly jokes. Where is your partner?” “Dead,” “Dead?” Dante’s hooded eyes widened. “Yes, killed by a Vampiron.” “Damn deadly creatures. My condolences” “Thank you, Dante.” “What then are you doing away from the white mountains? I hope you didn’t bring trouble like you did last time?”

Nick and I nodded, “Do you accept your position as queen of the vampires and relinquish your life to the vampires as a hybrid?” “Yes.” “NO!” Mara yelled, but we continued, “Do you accept her as your queen, lover and mate?” Mandy asked Nick, he nodded, “Yes.” She took a knife and cut my hand first and then Nick’s, “This is the blood oath, this will bind your souls together for eternity.” She then muttered words in another language that sounded romanian or greek. She then placed our hands together and Nick bit my neck; I winced at the sudden pain but it soon disappeared