All Chapters of Bride Of The Vampires: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Her purple hair flew to her face when the night wind swept over her skin, she rapped her ringed knuckles before starting the futuristic hi–tech bike she'd owned. Even during the carnage, she'd been able to rescue something that stood as a reminder of what the future once had. Surely that was an abomination to the vampires but she'd properly gotten rid of any one of them who'd spotted her with it. Killing a vampire was not an easy task, but luckily, the moment they resurfaced, hunters came and selected a few humans from the bloodline of hunters and she was one of them. The symbol on her back and her family medallion hanging down her neck was a solid proof of it. "Just hit the mutherfucker already!" Cheyenne's voice boomed on the other end of the ear pod plugged into her earlobes. Killing a newborn vampire or a fledgling was easy but the man standing a few meters away from her was no fledgling. He was one of the first ancients who'd led the massacre of humans. He stood transfixed, fo

He'd changed into something much more befitting before heading for the court. He wore a long coat jacket that made a cut just beneath his waist, he hadn't endeavored to button the suit, showing his solid hard chest. His hair was let down, slightly parted in the middle and his neck adorned with a black thin spiked choker. They all rose when he stepped into the court, bowing with respect he acknowledged them with a nod. He let his eyes settle to their proper shade of golden before sliding into the chair at the head of the table the whole court followed en suit. He leaned, rubbing his ringed knuckles before grabbing an apple out of the fruit basket. "We heard you've found your she," a curious brunette with blood red lips asked. He merely waved it off with a chuckle, "rumors do spread fast, don't they?""A hunter, they say." A man, an elder to be precise spoke. He growled at his misfortune. Verily he hadn't waited for ages to end up with a little demon who'd despised him just as much a

Nyx gazed at the room Zurie had taken her; decked with a bright shade of wallpaper, victorian furnitures a queen sized bed and large velvet drapes.She watched the wick of the candles slowly burn to cast a dimly lit glow on the room, pulling at the damned piece of clothing the vampire had made her change into. Spotting the entrance to the bathroom she inwardly thanked Zurie for letting her share her room.Feeling an ounce of relief when it seemed like he'd eventually forgotten about her for a while. Reaching for the faucet, she turned it on, letting the surprisingly warm water cascade all over her body that had begun to scream out its exhaustion.Once she was done, she wrapped the neatly folded towel firmly around her body before sprawling herself over the clean bed, curling up into a ball and slowly feeling the cold grip of tiredness drag her deep into the abyss of slumber. †††Nyx felt soft pair of hands shaking her awake, with eyelids still heavy from sleep, she fought to keep them

Draven paced his room, his body shuddering and recoiling when his annoyance boiled and fizzled inside of him. He saw red, his vision hazy with wild unbridled anger.When the pet he was supposed to feed on walked in with a collar on her neck he blurred towards her, strapping her in a swift to his bed. His body curled around her like a predator would to it's prey, his fangs finding purchase in the skin at her neck she moaned from his bite, eyes rolling to the back of her head.It was the pleasure before the agony. Hot blinding pain shot through her a loud cry parted her lips her body trembled, instantly going into shock. Her body convulsed under his hold when he continued to drag her blood into his mouth his hands firmly holding her in place.“My lord! You'll kill her!”Zurie cried out from where she stood, watching the whole painful ordeal.Draven's gaze shot towards her direction he hissed continuing on with his onslaught on the poor girl he'd nearly drained to the point of death.The

Nyx continued to stare at Callan even as he rested leisurely on the sofa in the room. The mere act enough to irritate her as they both engaged ina staring contest. His head fell back, his hair dancing wildly around him.“What's your story, love?” he inquired.“Mm?”He gave her one of his cheeky smiles, “Your story. Indulge me on the little details.”She shrugged, adjusting herself at the edge of the bed where she sat. She wondered what he was playing at this time.“I don't have a story. But, even if I did have one, I'm not sharing with you.”He chuckled. His deep timbre voice resounding through the room melodiously. Crimson bled into his irises with a mix of amusement dancing in them. “Come on, now, little bird. Everyone has a story.” he sighed this time, “I know you're not comfortable being around me because I'm a vampire and quite frankly, my brother is a bad portrayal of my kind. Typical vampire tyrant, I tell you. I do understand your plight but I'm a little hurt you see us in th