Wizard Vampire Novels & Stories

He tried to run to his aid, but Julio Cesar grabbed him by the paw and squeezed it - and as Brenda had said, power to crush bones in a single squeeze. The black wolf's yelp of pain made Sheila go into despair and want to run to her son, but Ezekiel had stopped her and brought her back to the circle. Soraia felt Augustus' pain as if it were her own and focused her gaze on the vampire's throat - the place most exposed to her eyes - and like a hand pulling someone from a hole, her eyes pulled at the windpipe, the tongue, the veins and bones of his throat. And as he never thought he would see in the eyes of a vampire killer, there was fear and despair. Then a wolf crossed flying over both of the

he interjected with amusement, "how potent a vampire becomes when they imbibe the blood of a werewolf. And I am no ordinary werewolf. I carry royal blood within me." "Now, if we wish to avoid turning this hallowed arena into a battleground, I propose a challenge. A duel to prove who is truly worthy of the throne. Draven, let us engage in a time-honored tradition among our kind: the Vladimir Bloodfang." Dexter proclaimed. The mention of the ancient ritual drew hushed whispers from the spectators, who understood the gravity of such a challenge. In vampire lore, Vladimir Bloodfang is a legendary title bestowed upon the winner of a duel between two vampires vying for the throne. It symbolizes th

The door flung open to reveal a score of Hybrids and Witches ready to play offensive. Bella gasped, her body cowering in fear. Arthur's eyes widened with horror gleaming on his face. At that moment, confusion set into his mind. Hybrids and Werewolves bite are lethal to Vampires not to talk of Witches whose powers could cause severe pains throughout their bodies. He worried not for himself but Julian and Bella. How was he going to protect them?.

Her partial transformation didn't affect her ability to understand that death was on her ass. Like dominoes the other Vampires appeared. I liked these odds. Then the door burst open, and seven werewolves swarmed into the room. Using the she-wolf as a weapon, I struck the Werewolf nearest to me. The female's head shattered on impact and sent the other Werewolf into a wall. Ignoring my own safety, I dropped the dead she-wolf and hurried to Tyler. The battle ensued around us as I went to my knees beside her. "Tyler."

Dan said, so I quickly looked away. So he was no longer a v*rgin when he met me? Oh, no! I hope he doesn't have any diseases like AIDS! Wait, do vampires even get those diseases? "Why do you look like that? Sorry, but I'm a vampire, and we don't get those things, so we're safe, so you don't have to worry. Also, I swear to you, I will not be able to find someone like you," Dan said, and he smirked at me and leaned his face toward me.

There was only two kind of people who knew about our existence, the vampires and witches, but we never got across to one another, we all just stayed within our boundaries , we don't meet them, they don't meet us. I got into my black Toyota corolla sport car, I needed to go simple, the last thing I needed was some nosey human sticking in my business and asking stupid ass questions. I sped down the highway, sped was an over statement, the car kept stopping along the road, I was only minutes away from the office, the car backfired again. This was the little consequence I had to suffer for my actions and dad was basically punishing me for refusing to join the family business, and most importantl

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

(Ahriman POV) It’s been more than three years that my foster daughter Zira ran away from this house, and I know that I’m missing some money but that’s not the reason I’m really upset about. About three months before she decides to run away from me, I was attack by a werewolf and was severely hurt that I needed some blood so I may heal. I was so weak and disoriented from the blood lost that I went to the wrong room. I was going to my room where my wife Madelaine is to drink her blood to be able to heal the wounds, but instead I went to Zira room instead. I didn’t realize until I was drinking her blood and that she was fighting me to stop doing so because my wife would never do so. Her blood w

Blood remained. "What did she look like?" Wolfblood blinked. Apparently expecting a different question. "Dark hair." The vampire nodded. "Pretty." Interesting. "Black wings." That caught his attention. His eyebrows lifted slightly. "Black?" "Yes." Wolfblood hesitated. "There was also blood magic." The room went still. Completely still. The vampire's gaze snapped toward him. "Explain." Wolfblood described the encounter. The knife. The fight. The wounds. The blood rising from his own injuries and striking him.

Kesakten Vampir Segawon. The words seemed to fill the gaze of Hugo who was opening the old book, reading it with growing impatience. These three words, if interpreted literally, mean the magic power of the wolf vampire, or wolvire's magic power. It contained everything a wolvire could do, in this case, of course, an ordinary wolvire.