Fledgling Vampires Novels & Stories

I grasped my cheeks with both hands, already feeling it beginning to swell, I retracked my mind from my master, blocking him out completely as tears swelled in my eyes. I remained there, on the floor, refusing the look up at the creature who had tricked me into trusting him. Never trust a vampire, that’s what my mum always said. They were undead creatures without feeling, they didn’t care who they injured in their advance to power. How could I have been so foolish? He killed my mother! it was as though I had developed stockholm syndrome, believed that he was more than a monster. I was wrong. I had wanted to be back in his care so badly, I had let myself fall for the trick that all vampires p

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

I could see she was in the living room reading her usually thick book. Once I entered the house I bypassed mom and rushed to my room locking the door behind me before placing him on my bed. The vile was warm as I had held on to it a little too tightly in my hand. The blue brightness of it swirled as I looked at it before popping the top off. *here we go, cross your fingers we can trust him* Vampires and wolves were always at war with one another, we believed that they were the cause of the curse many moons ago, the curse that made all firstborns die after one single breath.

With a malicious grin, they flung the vibrant flower into the swift-flowing stream, its petals lost to the current. "No!" I cried out as I initiated a fierce attack. Alpha Callum snarled as he transformed into his wolf form, engaging the other vampires with his claws. The clash was fierce, a whirlwind of teeth and claws, determination driving every strike. The vampires were met with a ferocity they had not anticipated, caught off guard by our firm determination to protect the thing that mattered to us. The ground trembled beneath our struggle, leaves scattering in our wake as we battled with primal intensity.

Their eyes, deprived of the controlled, chemical glow, dilated into abyssal pits of pure, insatiable famine. They swarmed out from the vents, the rafters, and the shattered mirrors”a legion of starving, feral things. Cattleya stood atop the frozen, silent heart of the machine, her body a statue of silver filaments and frost. She watched as the first wave of vampires descended upon the cathedral floor, their movements no longer graceful, but twitching, insectile, and frantic. They didn't see her as a person. They saw her as the only remaining vessel of the "blood"—the source of the power that had sustained them for centuries.

I had to pour some chunk at his face before I could flee. **** The next day... It was time we carry out the funeral of another dead druid. Cedeno wanted us to leave but...mother wouldn't listen. We were holding the funeral before the fuse started. I couldn't believe he penetrated our impediment and got inside the building. He was going to fight because everyone was in bad mood. I knew it was him I met the previous day so I stood to ponder...a vampire never crossed it. I realized myself being the only one standing when other witches joined their hands with my mother to strangle his neck in the atmosphere. I found my hand raised to contend with the force they were employing. All eyes turned ba

"Bloodletting when the vampire is dying." ###

As a tradition, newly mated couple get three months vacation in order to calm down their feral sides. First heat of females also passed in these months, so both of the partners need some privacy to build a new home together. After guiding the sired vampires to the darkness of basement, he ordered in stern voice. “All of you will get two meals before flying off to your destiny. But this is a Pack house not a charity, so no free load is allowed here. For starting, I need two boys for clearing storage room.” He looked at their pale faces and randomly selected two servants. “You red headed one, and Jason.”

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

Fooled and pulled in by Setareh’s beauty and manipulation. “What a perfect ending to this bullshit little story. To have both Javed’s intended and her new mate… Gotta say, impressed you wasted no time there doggy… To have you both taken out by the very male who was entombed next to Javed during his entire sentence! The male who has basically been frozen for a thousand years and is still very much a baby vampire. With a baby vampire’s thirst and serious lack of control…” a female says, her voice low and serious. I wince as the collared vamp growls with his fangs out, there’s already blood on his chest likely from his first snack of the night. His eyes are practically red and he’s clearly stil