Warhammer 40k Vampires Novels & Stories

Chapter 6: Blood and Silence "There have been recent killings in the barren lands a few days ago. Some vampires who had gone to farm clashed with rogue werewolves, who killed every vampire on the land. Now the lands remain barren with blood and bones, decaying." Carson said, looking at the Primus, who sat on the throne. His eyes were dark, bloody dark. There was no sign of white or colored pupils in them. His jet-black hair accentuated the curve of his face, which remained expressionless. His jaw was sharp, sharp like a knife, as if you could slice an onion with it. His lips, full and red, made every woman in the vampire lands beg for his attention. He was a sin god. The god Kanchelsis must

Must be a higher official's son. "Nice strategy but that won't work. You will easily be surrounded if you all clump together during a fight.", Clayton is talking about their stance. They must have thought staying together would make them a stronger force... Which is stupid for him. His eyes went pitch black while standing to let them know who he is. "H-hunter ...", One of the kids,probably their leader, finally recognized him. At least they still know what his eyes project. Hunters. That's what they call them. Creatures created to balance humanity and vampires. They are basically halves of each sides. They can eat like humans in a normal basis. They could also drink blood if they feel like i

“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.

His command echoed in the empty space as he took a handful of gulps of the blood given to him. Reid motioned one of his men and the vampire hiding his disgust ripped a part of his shirt before licking on it and wrapping it around her wound. Middle ranked vampires like Reid saliva had healing power while lowest ones like most servants couldn't heal anyone except themselves, and even their bodies would heal after many days and even months.

"Tige! I'm in trouble. I need you." "Frank, Tony, Keada, Cyrene, Kaniji—to my home! We're being attacked!" The air in the room seemed to thicken. Anyone with a sense of the supernatural could tell that something huge was about to happen. Before their eyes, Vampires began to appear. They dotted the room out of nowhere. Julie was first and didn't have to ask any questions. The sight of the roomful of werewolves was self-explanatory. Ran was a step behind her along with both of their Vampire assistants. They all stared at the werewolves, who were busy turning here and there trying to protect themselves on all sides from attack.

I decided to lie on the floor and use his lap as a pillow while he sat and leaned against the wall. "I have a lot to tell you, but you might not believe me, so let's cut some things out," I explained. I trust Red, but I know he'll be angry when he finds out my masters are vampires, and it'll be difficult for him to understand as I still don't understand most of it. "Spill the beans," he said, and I began telling him. "There are four siblings, with sir. Darenn being the youngest, the eldest being the heir to their companies, and the other two are twins," I explained.

🌹💦 Season 2🌹 Synopsis 🌹💦 _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ THE FALL After the war,the vampires go into hideout because the demons has risen in a full fold. But their queen is not happy.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by the sound of horns in the distance, a haunting melody that sent shivers down everyone's spine. Eskaal gritting his teeth. “Prepare yourselves! Vampire forces approach.” A cloud of dust billowed on the horizon, growing larger with each passing second. The vampire army, a dark and formidable presence, came into view. Rancel and Cinhard, the cunning and ruthless duo, rode at the forefront of his army. Their crimson cloak billowed in the wind, and his eyes gleamed with a malevolent thirst for power. Rancel exuded an aura of dark magic that sent ripples through the land.

The vampires was human in the past, they just turned into a vampire after an obsessive and crazy scientist experimented on them and injected all kind of awful liquid inside their body or got infected intentionally and unintentionally, there were also that got born to be a vampire, living an immortal life that cannot get old even if got aged. The vampire race was ranked third after the zerg race, unlike wolf that has pheromones and powers, vampires only possess abilities after they were given by the suitable ability their personality matches by the patriarch blessings who ruled them all while some got lucky during their transforming or also being born in the world and receive their ability in

Beasts with snouts split open to the chest, featherless birds with exposed ribs, dense shadows that walked using bones as legs. They were stronger creatures, more lethal, more bloodthirsty. This time Hall hadn’t come to test our defenses; he’d come to rip out our hearts. Bunkers! Everyone to the bunkers! Guardians, second formation! Nalia, east flank! Kael, with me! I roared over the link. “Vampires in the air,” Vladimir ordered in a voice that brooked no argument. The vampires moved like blades torn from the night. People shouted, children were lifted into the air, and the elderly were escorted to safety. The sorceresses formed protective circles, and the Light Elves, to my surprise, didn’t