Wizard Vampire Novels & Stories

The team huddled closer, their fear palpable, but I couldn’t let them scatter. “Hold your ground. Watch the shadows.” A blur erupted from the darkness, a male vampire with crimson eyes charging straight for Hansel. My instincts kicked in. I lunged, tackling the vampire mid-stride, my shoulder screaming as we hit the ground. His claws raked my arm, drawing blood, but I pinned him down, my weight crushing his chest. He snarled, fangs gleaming, his strength unnatural as he thrashed beneath me.

I hiss as I end up landing on top of him. As I let my fangs lengthen I whisper in his ear, "This time I will make sure you don't!" I pull his head to the side with force and sink them into his neck tearing just a little so I don't have to remove my fangs. It is not wise for a vampire to take a life while drinking or in a fit of rage because it can lead to bloodlust and the transfer of their power but for this one time, I made an exception, I drink and drink and drink until I feel him stop struggling and I feel his heart stop beating. I remove my fangs from his neck but don't retract them and hiss loud as the power of a werewolf Alpha runs through me adding to my own power, I jump off the bed

“That’s not important.“ Clara took the photo in her hand and softly she put her hand on the queen’s image. she pointed her finger at it and then turned to Ethan and told “she is your real mother” Ethan looked at her mom’s face and says “Ma” Suddenly his glance goes on Sandra’s photo and her eyes are bloodshot from anger. She points to her and asked Clara "Is she the one who killed my parents?" Clara nodded. Ethan further enquired “But why? What was her motive? What does she want?” Clara spoke “Sandra is an evil witch. She wants your power." “what power?" Ethan asked “You are not an ordinary child. You are the son of the celestial kingdom. Your father is the vampire king and mother a werewol

He didn't even bat an eye at what just happened. "What the fuck! Who is that whore!" Kim shouted pointing at the girl moaning in pain on the floor. "She's just my little fun and none of your concern" He answered with an almost amused expression. Kim was shaking with rage and jealously. Now that she was a vampire her emotions were haywire and she acted on impulse. The impulse she was feeling right now was to eliminate any competition. Without warning Kim pounced on the unsuspecting girl, snatching her up from the ground by her hair. The girl began screaming and kicking, but her human strength could only be described as weak at best.

He staggered back and loosened his grip, which allowed her to break free. Knowing that she didn't stand a chance at repossessing her sword, she pulled one of the smaller daggers out of her belt and launched it at the vampire, who had now regained his focus and was heading for her. The dagger struck him in the heart and a loud shriek escaped him as he burst into flames, ending up as nothing more than a pile of ash within seconds.

He pointed out a large davenport. I just nodded, and he started walking out of the house. I let myself sit on the couch and waited. After a few minutes of being comfortable on the settee, I heard footsteps outside and opened the door. I saw Alarick holding the lead rope of a sorrel horse. “What is with the horse?” “We’ll ride this horse,” he replied and hopped on. I nodded and sighed. I thought werewolves can run faster than horses?

Ang shouted, as his steel head lit red. At this point Vic seemed lost. "Will you teach me how to get stronger then?" Vic asked. "Of course, that's my duty. Now where do we start?" Ang replied, "The most important thing you need to know, I think you've known it already. You're a vampire and not just an ordinary vampire, a psychic Vampire. Your powers have stages and levels, but as time goes on, you'll understand it all. There's not much to it as you can just ask the watch directly for details. Just touch your right eyebrow and ask the question."

- William trembled when he saw the woman step by step approaching him. - You're disappointed to see I'm still alive, right? Today I will reclaim the old debt. William quickly reached behind his back and groped around on the desk to look for the box containing the cross but could not find it. Maris smiled, came closer, and picked up the box, holding it in front of him. Knowing that today it would be difficult to escape from the female vampire's hands without using tricks, he immediately prostrated himself at her feet and cried like a child.

I allow my fangs to elongate, my golden eyes burning brighter as I take another step forward. “You presume too much,” I say, my voice cold and unyielding. “Do you think I fear what’s to come? I am Ramon Kovah, the Vampire Lord of the Crimson Clan, an esteemed member of the Supreme Council. I have walked this earth for centuries, spilling the blood of creatures far mightier than you. And you...” I gesture to them with a disdainful flick of my hand, “are nothing but pests.” The witches tremble under my gaze, their magic faltering. One of them stumbles back, muttering a spell under her breath, but it fizzles out before she can finish.

The woods whispered tales of old, and the echoes of the prophecy resonated in his mind, reminding him of the forbidden boundaries that governed his existence. Suddenly, a foreign scent wafted through the air, disrupting the familiar symphony of the forest. Intrigued yet wary, Adrian's golden eyes narrowed as they caught a glimpse of a figure gliding gracefully through the moonlit grove below. Recognizing the unmistakable aura of a vampire, his instincts bristled with a mix of curiosity and caution.