What Hurts Vampires Novels & Stories

"But considering that you can sometimes forget things--" One more kick landed on the shin, right at the same spot where Erna kicked him earlier, causing him to wince in pain again. "Oh, it hurts? I thought vampires wouldn't feel pain," the woman quipped. "Yes, we do. But that does not mean that we will not feel any pain, duh!" she grumbled irritably. "Besides, why do you keep kicking my leg anyway? What did I do wrong to have to be kicked like that!?"

Instead of helping the poor student, everyone was more concerned with laughing at her. The wolf responsible for hurting the vampire took a bow in the middle of the mat with a laugh, and his friends cheered for him. He was big, so she knew he probably had alpha blood. On closer inspection, she realised it was the douche who had shoved into her that morning. With everyone’s attention on the douche, she looked down at the vampire as he started to come to. Vampires healed as well as wolves, but if no one took him to the infirmary or set his arm, they would have to rebreak it to fix him. She hated the sight of broken bones so much that it had taken her a long time to come to terms with the fact t

At the sound of the king's voice, their throats constricted with trepidation. The rapid healing capabilities of vampires were undeniable, yet the manner in which they experienced pain and injury was markedly distinct from that of mere mortals. One of Horacio's many talents was this particular skill. His formidable abilities included the power to inflict excruciating pain upon the undead as well as the ability to erect impenetrable barriers for the purposes of protection.

The power I wasn’t allowed to show had made itself known, it was pulsing through me, giving me exactly what I needed to take them down. Giving me the power to destroy the undead, to make sure that their existence was nothing more than a lie. Screams echoed through the small estate of houses as the vampires dropped to their knees, their skin burning and breaking away from their bodies. One by one, they fell onto their fronts on the grass, scorching the ground with their molten skin.

I dunked my head under the spray of the water and stayed that way until Monica left and the water grew cold. When I got out of the shower I looked like a drowned rat. I grabbed a towel and wrapped myself in it. I lit the gas fireplace, sat in the chaise, and stared into the flames. I wanted my mind to stay blank but it wouldn't. I touched minds with Monica. "Why does this hurt so badly? It hurts like pain. Am I going through Vampire withdrawal?" It was a long moment before I felt her answer. "No, honey. Vampires get rid of their donors all the time. It hurts because you love him."

He could also smell me as his mate, as I could hear him snort and growl in what seemed to be pure irritation. "Why are you hurting me? Where have I wronged you? You can reject me, but please stop putting me in pain." I sobbed, praying my words could touch his heart, even if it was in the slightest way. My head hurt and was heavy, feeling like it would fall off. I was sure a bumb must have appeared now. "For all the evil you did to this pack, I will make you pay dearly. For all the times you helped the vampires, your colleague, hurt my people, I will make you regret it." He bellowed, and I was stunned to hear what he said.

Terrified now, I try to remove it with my free hand. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” the vampire warns without trying to stop me. “Like I said, we came prepared.” Lancing pain shoots into my palm, the acidic burn of metal racing along my nerves. The pain centers of my brain are screaming in fiery agony in seconds, scorch of the iron blistering like shingles. I collapse to my knees, struggling to maintain consciousness. Only the insides of the cuff are protectively coated. Oh great goddess. They did come prepared. Well prepared.

Silver poisoning spreading from the wound. I scream. Can't help it. The pain's too much. The vampires in the room react. Some laugh. Some place bets. One calls out: "Five minutes until he passes out. Anyone want to wager?" The female vampire cuts me again. And again. Methodical. Systematic. Creating a grid pattern across my torso. Each cut burns like acid. "Most wolves pass out by now," the vampire says. "You're tougher than you look." I'm not tough. I'm terrified. But passing out means being vulnerable. Means not knowing what they're doing to me. So I stay conscious through sheer terror.

He holds him tightly and pushes that big needle in his vein. Biting his lips, Edward looks up at the ceiling and then closes his eyes. It's painful when such a big needle is pushed inside a cold and soft skin since vampires are half dead. So their skin is pretty thin than humans. And it hurts like damn!! As if someone is parting the whole hand from his body.

Its body crumpled to the ground, lifeless. Zane moved like a whirlwind, his blade cutting through the air in a deadly arc. His weapon sliced through two vampires in one swift motion, severing limbs and heads with precision. The creatures shrieked as their bodies collapsed, their flesh turning to ash before they could even hit the ground. The wind carried the dust away, but their eerie, glowing eyes still haunted the battlefield as more vampires stepped forward, their hunger unrelenting.