What Hurts Vampires Novels & Stories

Back then, I dreamed of being a vampire because I wanted to be with Carter as long as he lives, but what is the point of being a vampire now that he's gone? "You are still confused, I see. To cut the story short, Vienna's subordinate, the one with her when she attacked you and your werewolf friend, bit you. He wasn't actually thinking of sparing you, but then I came and disturbed his supposed to be a peaceful meal. I got you afterward and the vampire's venom was incredibly spreading so fast in your body. Knowing that you will turn into a newborn soon, I couldn't just leave you around Lynnwood. Newborn vampires who just went through transition can't control themselves and would likely end up

He now knows where I live! He regarded me for a while and must have seen the look of utter disbelief on my face because he started to talk. "You can never harm or outrun a werewolf or a vampire, doll. Our body is stronger than you think – Gah!!" I cut him off, and I pulled my knee up and hit him between the legs. A look of pain registered on his face, and I could help but feel a little satisfied. I always wondered in fictional books if vampires or werewolves would feel pain if they were hit in their birdies. It turns out they do hurt. I always thought that it would be like steel or something and that it would hurt me more than it would hurt them. Ha! They have a sensitive part, after all.

Annabelle peered curiously from behind me. His body was hunched, bruised, and battered. Dried blood and dirt caked his exposed arms and legs, some splattered on the front and back of his torn shirt and pants. Just like shapeshifters, vampires are fast healers. Seeing him in this condition means his injuries are much more severe and extensive than it appears to the naked eye. His eyes had a desperate gleam and it did not help that he was looking at Annabelle like she was his next meal.

He said as I looked up at him, I turned red. "I have a question." "And I might have an answer to your crazy random questions." He teased me. I chuckled. "Does it hurt? I've heard it hurts the first time, but you're strong and a vampire so, can you hurt me?" "Yes it hurts the first time. And even though I have super strength, I'm in full control so I wont hurt your body when we take that step." I was gonna say something but he beat me to it, "and no, I can't get you pregnant. Technically I'm dead."

She was so cautious in everything that she did with it, touching it lightly like she would hurt me if she didn't. Even the way she would slightly push on a certain spot to tell me to fold it a bit was gentle. "You're sure I'm not hurting or annoying you right?" she questioned yet again, drawing her hand back ever so slightly. I gave a small nod, "I'm sure." It would take a lot more than whatever a human could do to hurt a vampire's wings. They only showed up when we were in danger for a reason. And she wasn't even close to being annoying.

I woke and looked around. It was pitch black and I could barely see my hand in front of my face. I wondered why they hadn’t kept a light on, but then I realized that vampires could see perfectly in the dark. Suddenly, a sharp pain jabbed my stomach. I ran a hand along my stomach and tried to sit up, but another sharp sting gripped me, punching me from within. I could feel that some of my ribs had cracked. “Uuuhhh!!” I screamed out, holding my ribs as I lay back onto the hospital bed.

We didn't know what they wanted or what terrible things they planned to do to us. Days passed, but everything seemed blurry and uncertain. We were hurt over and over again, physically and mentally. The vampires seemed to enjoy making us suffer, as if it gave them power. They would beat Adrian even worse with every torture tool they could lay their hands on. The male vampires would physically harass me in front of Adrian and the rage and pain he held in his eyes pained me more than what those monsters did to me. They would keep both of us farther from each other and watch as we both saw each other being battered.

My whole body shook and my heart clenched in immeasurable pain my body experienced at the news. With a whole pack of Lycans at his disposal, he let her get taken and that too by vampires. What I had learned in my short journey of the supernatural was that the vampires were the most unpredictable and vicious of all supernaturals. Their quest for blood and pleasure could drive them to kill mercilessly as they carried no remorse. “So let me get this straight. You couldn't even protect her and lost her to a bloody vampire? Who believes she is his mate and wants to put a baby in her?” My eyes blazed and my hands fisted in frustration as I directly stared into his guilty eyes.

I woke and looked around. It was pitch black and I could barely see my hand in front of my face. I wondered why they hadn't kept a light on, but then I realized that vampires could see perfectly in the dark. Suddenly, a sharp pain jabbed my stomach. I ran a hand along my stomach and tried to sit up, but another sharp sting gripped me, punching me from within. I could feel that some of my ribs had cracked. "Uuuhhh!!" I screamed out, holding my ribs as I lay back onto the hospital bed.

“This is one of your spooky dad stories.” Kael tilted his head. “I’m serious, Ash. There’s more to this world than what textbooks teach. Some stories survive because they’re echoes of the past—half-remembered truths.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Okay. Suppose vampires were real. What would hurt them?” Kael didn’t hesitate. “Sunlight. Fire. Silver. Blood of the wolf.” Ashara paused. “Wolf blood?” He nodded. “It’s like poison to them. The two species have always been… incompatible.”