Warhammer 40k Vampires Novels & Stories

His neck breaks and there was only the cold darkness that welcomed him. Remus threw Saxe’s body on the ground, and as if on cue, another menacing aura surrounded the room. He braces himself as a female Vampire appears before him, with eyes a glowing red, seething with rage that will equal a wild Vargulf. Outside, Lyall and the other Betas dropped from the choppers that carried them, making it look like the sky is birthing out Werewolves. The moon had risen and the Vampires had woken. They were many, but they were weak. The lesser kinds– nothing but Newborns and Fledglings. Vampires who were made not more than fifty years ago. They were easy kills and not much of a challenge for the Betas of

"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!

October 26, 1499... A bloody battle erupted between the white and black vampires in the Kingdom of Sarsul, ruled by the black vampire Supreme Atcandis and his wife, Queen Zenya. The couple had two young sons, Prince Asmal and Prince Zumir. Vampires flew in every direction. Blood and flesh littered the surroundings. With the Supreme severely wounded, it was left to his two sons to fight the white vampires. Zumir was injured, while the eldest, Asmal, was barely clinging to life. They had no chance to go back for their mother, for after she was slain, her body vanished into the air like ashes.

Willow stared at him for awhile as he kept his eyes away. "Is there something I can do? Get you water or...?" Willow paused. She was throwing options out there, but Dante was no ordinary being. He is a Vampire. She had very little knowledge of the creatures, which was her fault for not being as prepared to possibly deal with them, but how would she have known she would be in the same room as one?

As the warning cry rang across the battlefield, every werewolf reacted at once. Muscles tightened. Bodies crouched low to the ground. Eyes lifted toward the sky as they prepared to launch themselves upward the instant an opportunity appeared. Above them, the heavens glowed a dark crimson, as though the sunset itself had been soaked in blood. Then the vampires came. From the distant fortress, countless dark figures poured into the air. At first they appeared as scattered dots against the red sky, but within moments they gathered into a vast swarm. They circled high overhead like a storm gathering strength before sweeping toward the battlefield in a massive wave.

"Marcus! Vance! Get the squad captains! Lock down every unit right now!" Within ten minutes of absolute, bloody chaos, the vanguard captains managed to enforce a brutal order. The loyal warriors formed a tight, overlapping ring of heavy iron shields, trapping twenty individuals in the center of the muddy clearing. Ten vampires with grey, pale skin, six elves with their silver armor stained dark, and four of our own wolf guards.

They remembered the battles they had fought and the lives that had been lost, and they made a vow to continue working towards a world where no one would ever have to suffer because of who they were. And as the sun finally set on their legacy, the world was left with a powerful message of hope and resilience. The vampires had shown that even in the face of adversity, love and acceptance could prevail. Their story would continue to inspire future generations, reminding them that no challenge was too great to overcome when faced with determination and compassion.

he said through his teeth, resentfully. “Oh my god,” Helena murmured. “Is this true, Heath?” Greg demanded. “Add in the fact that a good number, if not all, of the NES soldiers in Havermouth are Van Helsings, yes,” Heath replied grimly. “F-king hell. Are they here for the zombies?” Greg wondered. “I suspect not,” Heath replied. “I think it’s just coincidence and the flood just gave them the opportunity to mobilize their army without raising concern from the human population. I, personally, think that they’re here for the vampires.”

Having made sure that everything was ready, he nodded to the Lord. “To Mirland,” the king commanded. The air sparkled and a whirlpool appeared in front of them, blurring the colors and turning into emptiness. Vampires began to enter the portal: first two warriors, then Alter, Vragenn, Kyrian and Ilyana, and only then four vampires who opened the portal. The unpleasant sensations of teleportation came suddenly, and also abruptly receded. They stood in a large area, and many eyes stared at the arriving company.

💉Tiara p.o.v 💉. Vampires!. We don't come uninvited but once you invite us, we are free to come and go as we like. The fool thinks I'm a whore, he's digging his own grave by himself, my mate must survive I don't care how many lives will be sacrificed, I'm a centre of attraction but if a man can't control himself, I'm also a centre of destruction, I will destroy all the good things in his life, he will be left empty before I come for his life.