Vampire Vikings Novels & Stories

I m saving myself for someone special. I went to the vision of having sex with Alpha’s girl as I said about someone special. I knew I would never fall in love with her. I will make her regret every moment she spends with me. She will have her worst nightmare ever. I hate all these werewolves, manipulating us for all these centuries just for revenge. Now it's their time to pay for their bloody sins. You love your daughter, don't you Drake Hemlock or so-called fucking great Alpha. You are the real problem you know. You shouldn't have taken that potion with you. You knew what it meant for us, the Vampires.

he asked. “I can speak little English,” someone with a thick Russian accent said. “What are you doing here?” Declan asked, switching over to Russian. Stepping forward, the vampire looked relieved. “We ran into a group of vampires. Armand’s clan. They attacked us. Our humans.” “How many of you are there?” “Maybe forty or so…there were more.” The vampire’s chest heaved. “They killed my mate.” “Where’s your clan elder?” “We left him. He aligned with Cyrus.”

KATERINA Just as I reached the next set of lockers, I froze, almost as though on instinct. My spine tingled the way it always did around unfamiliar vampires, and the scent of vampire invaded my nose, but this time ... there was something strange about it. Mixed with the sharp, pungent vampire scent was something unmistakably pleasant, almost resembling honey as well as spicy perfume. Slowly, I turned toward the lockers, totally unprepared for what stood in front me- or should I say who stood in front of me. The strangely pleasant-smelling vampire seemed to be observing me carefully as he peeked through his long, dark lashes and leaned against one of the lockers. He had a perfectly placed smu

“Elcid, you can start killing them one at a time.” She nodded and walked up to Ferdinand who looked fearfully at Elcid. She grabbed onto his head and twisted it hard as she could ripping it clean off. Blood splattering everywhere. His body falling to the ground with a pool of blood building. She threw the head away from her. “I am still waiting for an answer.” Vastria looked to the rest of the vampires one at a time waiting as they looked to her terrified. Erik on the other hand was glaring. Elcid walked to the next one, Omar. She took a knife out and stabbed him in the gut slicing upwards. His insides spilling out to the ground. He looked up to her eyes wide as she then stabbed him in the h

The thick, tangled mess of hair covers parts of his face, making him appear more menacing than he already is. He runs his hand through those tangles, letting me see his glare in full. A small dribble of blood runs down the side of his head. The wound is deep and gruesome. It looks as if it should produce more blood than it is. “You’re bleeding?” I say with a barely audible shaky whisper. “Vampire 101, love, we tend to hold blood in areas that cannot be covered up. The head, neck, and hands remain seen by human eyes; therefore, blood accumulates there to keep one looking alive.” He looks at me with those devilish eyes.

It was not that I was to forcefully marry and bond with someone but it was the who. King Vampir was ruthless. He was the first vampire, the sire of the whole vampire race. He was not just a vampire but a hybrid, a cross between a witch and vampire, making him as old as the world, rendering him immortal. My stomach turned and I thought I would vomit right there as I continued crawling my way to the door, getting there and standing up only to rush out to the crowd outside, patiently waiting and hoping for their name to be called.

Guerrero’s return would be nothing short of fire. But the question is; ….”would he ever come back”? ….”was he dead”?. ”Blood is thicker than water” or so they say. A true VIKINGS should be able to perceive his own blood even from it's silhouettes… This trait has been passed down From the Ancestral Wolves… Embedded in the leader of the VIKINGS and it's descendants Even the Breeze cackled at those who called the legitimate son of the Vikings a “BASTARD “

she says with a big smile. After that, I dismissed her. Not long after that, Venus comes in and tells me that Soren recruited the lycans, which are like werewolves but much stronger, and that he also recruited werewolves and dwarves. "Ok, go inform the generals also. I want you to go to the daughter of Hephaestus that we have in the royal forge and have her start working on gear for the vampires, because a werewolf bite is deadly to vampires. Inform the Transylvania Royal families of this as well," I tell her, and she nods as she heads out to do what I said, and I go over to a map and add werewolves, lycans, and dwarfs figurines to Soren's growing army.

He looked at me, the nerve to do something so audacious and then stand in my hall all apologetic, jet black hair falling into his eyes, like a naughty schoolboy? “I really am sorry Miss. I am sure that it was explained to you that there is currently a cold war – of sorts – amongst factions and that many vampires are dead?” “It was not. The other guy had the sense to stop talking when he realised I wasn’t interested.” “From your description, the ‘other guy’ was Rasmus Lyksborg. Son of Frederik IV of Denmark.” I turned round fully, to face him “Are you shitting me?!” My jaw was slack.

Among them, two figures stood above the rest—not only because of their physiques, but because of the dangerous aura surrounding them. Sokaris, the Norse god, stood as still as a granite statue. His bare torso was covered in scars that told stories of forgotten battles, and his icy blue eyes constantly sought mine, making my cheeks flush. If looks could get someone pregnant, we'd already be expecting twenty pups... damn... it's getting hot in here... Kallie whispered inside my mind as she peeked through my eyes. Several yards away, Vladimir, the Vampire King, wore a predatory smile. Despite the ban on magic, his natural speed and reflexes made him a terrifying opponent.