eBooks „vampires“
705 eBooks were found for the search term „vampires“.
Kristen Bethany
Dark Blood And The Chosen Part One
- Romance
- English
- 147679 Words
- Ages 16 and up
- 5
- 1
Her blood sings to them... a melody no supernatural can ignore...From the New York Times bestselling author of A Terrible Romance...Dark Blood Series
Dark Blooded: A sub-species of human beings...
Twenty-year old Tasmyn Wade, a young woman tragically widowed, is in the middle of a bizarre bid between two mythical species who are vying for the unique properties she offers; her blood. The vampires need her to balance the food load of the human species and give them their coveted "Lightwalkers." The Were wish to be moonless changers; a Rare One can make that a reality.
Tasmyn wants to belong to herself.
Can she free herself and begin a new life? --------------------------------------- Tasmyn has been ripped from the escape she'd planned for herself. When she awakens to discover that her reality has shifted to include a supposed soul-meld with a man she hates, and who hates her... she rebels. Tasmyn doesn't want to be captive in a gilded cage.
Broken from the horrific events surrounding her friends, Lithia migrates to the very city that Tasmyn resides, determining to find her as the police follow the bread crumbs she's left in her wake.
The Feral has come full circle and must begin a new life from the shadow of the old. His placement in the hierarchy of the pack is uncertain when he finds that he has an integral enemy and a pack member to protect. [more]
Keywords: VAmpire, Shapeshifter, blood, teen, virgin
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K.B. Torres
Toxic
Love...Toxic...These Two Words Seem Oddly The Same
- Fantasy
- English
- 56034 Words
- No Age Recommendation
- 3466
- 187
"Roaming the night,
Waiting, Watching.
Intriguing the few males,
they see a goddess.
Dances with danger,
As the hell music becomes seductive and sure.
As Female, is clothed,
As goddess, Skyclad.
At Hell one way,
At Heaven another.
She: wants Mundane, Is Angelic, Will be Demonic.
This shall be the norm.
The Radiance surrounds strong,
pulls her own blood into bed.
This resurrected rose awaits her champions, her lovers, her mates.
In time her little ones shall come to be due."
Anastasia has no memory
prior to 14...Sound suspicious? Four nights now, Anastasia had seen the boy on her balcony. At first, she was afraid to tell her parents, thinking they'd assume she was seeing things, or worse, they'd worry about her. Who was this strange boy? Home-schooled and isolated, she soon finds herself in a new terror story: highschool. She soon meets Emmanuel, Juliet, And Luke, the sluts of the school. She suddenly is surrounded in the fiction she believed her whole life was fake...Vampires, Werewolves, Angels, Demons, Gods and Goddesses. Will she be able to find out exactly who she is, and make something out of her mixed up life? All Anastasia wanted
to do was get
married, and settle
down like any
normal mundie girl...But that's too hard when you've got about a thousand guys falling for you, and unwanted attention...
All Emmanuel could think about was Anastasia. He swore, her skin was so white and soft-looking, she could have been feathers rather than skin. Her curly hair, so red, just like flames, dancing in the wind. Her lips, they looked soft like a perfect pink shade of velvet. The most hypnotizing thing was her eyes. Those big, owl-like eyes. The first time he saw her, he wanted her. No, not for blood. he wanted her for...That was the part he wasn't sure about yet. The first time he saw her, Emmanuel almost went in the house. He wanted to kiss her that much. One thing for sure, if he couldn't have her, he'll protect her from any threat, even though the only notable threat is himself. Will they last long, or will anger, jealousy, and mistakes cause Anastasia to unveil her truth alone?
*Includes Foul Language* [more]
Keywords: vampire, funny, vampyre, fiction, fantasy, love, blood, drama, angel, devil, demon, god, goddess, luke, anastasia, juliet, emmanuel, hell, heaven, earth, aphrodite, hades, apollo, zeus, hera, athena, poseidon, artemis, olympians, olympian, mount oylmpus, sci-fi, resurrection, toxic, phoenix, girl, boy, baby, deity, divinity, K.B. Torres [more]
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BAD Agar
The Angaran Chronicles: The Ritual
- Fantasy
- English
- 13509 Words
- Ages 14 and up
- 201
Much to Alathis' relief, he found the training room empty. He'd thought so; it was six in the evening, so most neophytes were busy with study.Alathis ignored the training dummies lining the left wall and the wooden weapons on the right while attempting to avert his attention from the large mirror in the north. Weapons of every type hung there, from daggers to double-headed two-handed axes. In the first few years, every neophyte was encouraged to practise with all weapons. First, to learn how to wield, so if they fought an enemy who used one, they knew how to fight it. Second to choose which one to specialise. Alathis had fallen in love with the long sword almost straight away. It wasn't too heavy or too short. It could stab and slice. Its hilt and cross-guard could be used as weapons if needs must and wielded with one or two hands. In short, it was adaptable, practical. But above all else, there was certain artistry, freedom to the long sword. It could be wielded like a curved cutting blade or even a specialist stabbing blade such as a rapier.Faster than even his eye could follow, Alathis drew his sword and was in a ready stance. Then he launched into it. His every technique, his every step, every cut, stab and parry were perfect. He'd perform a, a downward vertical strike or any other, then the appropriate dodge, block or dart. Then counter. It was called shadow swordplay. He did it by instinct, with no rhyme or reason. It emptied his mind, forced the fear anyway — the anxiety.They'd been taught meditation from a young age. It'd never worked for Alathis: Sitting and humming couldn't calm his forever busy mind. But swinging a sword or punching and kicking the air, did. Alathis wasn't as naive as most of the other acolytes; he knew Hunters were, for all intents and purposes, assassins. And he knew he had to be a damn good one to live even a year of his apprenticeship. That's if he managed to survive the Ritual somehow.He was so lost in his training he failed to notice the vampire enter the room.'Neophyte Alathis.'Alathis leapt so high he almost hit the ceiling and turned to find Kolmath approaching. The once-elf vampire's face was unreadable, her hands behind her back. She was tall for an elf: around 1.77 metres. Like all her kin, she was long-limbed, graceful. She wore plain white robes like all other teachers. Her skin just as inhumanly stark as her robes. She stared at him with large, dark green eyes and her long grey hair pulled back into a bun. She was beautiful, even for an elf she. It almost made him forget his ingrained instinct at recognising the wrongness vampires exuded.'Teacher,' said Alathis.Kolmath waved dismissal at Alathis' formality and approached the wall of weapons.'Karetil came to me,' she said. 'He's concerned about you.''He is?''Indeed,' she said and reached to touch a broad sword. 'You underestimate him, I think. He may act childish, but he has every bit the same training at reading people like you.'Alathis didn't reply, he just cut the air, first horizontally, then upward diagonally.'You know, when you first came to the coven, I was not sure what to make of you,' said Kolmath, while running her long, slender fingers along the haft of a great axe. 'You were so sullen, sulky you more so than the other survivors of the attack. I understood why, after talking with Telric.'Alathis treated her with his most murderous glare. 'I don't want to talk about that, teacher.'Kolmath turned to him. 'You will have to, Alathis. One day. What you went through, what you had to do, is something even the hardiest of us would find hard to cope with. It might be a good idea to speak of it before going through the Ritual.'Alathis couldn't help flinching at her mention of The Ritual.'Ah. So you are afraid,' said Kolmath as she took a small axe and tested its weight. 'Do not be ashamed; it is only natural.'She swung it a few times, but the swings were so fast Alathis couldn't count them.'Every neophyte in your position is afraid before the Ritual.''Well, except Karetil,' said Alathis.'He, too, is afraid, young Alathis,' said Kolmath. 'Again, you underestimate your friend, he is just far better at hiding it. Or you might be overestimating him, from a certain point of view.'Alathis swallowed. 'I don't want to die.''Everything dies,' said Kolmath. 'Even Hunters, even vampires, even the Jaroai. It is nothing to fear. It is just nothingness.''But-''You can back out,' Kolmath interrupted, but without anger or condescension. 'Stay here a [more]
Keywords: fantasy, dieselpunk, diesel, punk, lovecraftian, horror, psychological horror, dark fantasy, trauma, memories, novella, death, psycological thriller, teen, teen story, love, teen love, cosmic horror, cult, teenager, diesel punk, action, teenagers, swordsman [more]
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Marron Williams
Nocturne (Teil 1)
Symphonie der Nacht
- Fantasy
- German
- 99701 Words
- Ages 16 and up
- 5717
- 193
*ABGESCHLOSSEN*
Und es geschah, dass sich der Himmel auftat und Luzifer hinab fiel in der Erden Schoß. Bald schon sollten sich die ersten Vampire erheben, und die Jäger würden ihnen folgen. Jetzt, viele Jahre später, wird die Studentin Emma plötzlich in jene finstere Welt der gefallenen Engel hineingezogen. Sie muss sich entscheiden, auf welcher Seite sie steht – und mit den Konsequenzen leben … *Leseprobe* Ich spürte Williams Anwesenheit, noch ehe er neben dem Fenster aufgetaucht war. Punkt neun. Wie ausgemacht. Ich bemühte mich, den dicken Kloß in meinen Hals zu ignorieren und lässig zu wirken, was angesichts der Tatsache, dass ich gleich mit was weiß ich wie vielen Stundenkilometern auf den Armen eines Vampires durch die Nacht jagen würde, nicht gerade einfach war. „Bringen wir` s hinter uns“ sagte ich, bevor mich mein Mut verlassen konnte, und hielt mich erst gar nicht mit schnöden Begrüßungsfloskeln auf. Ich kniff meine Augen zu und wartete auf das Unvermeidliche. Ruhig atmen und an etwas Schönes denken, bläute ich mir ein. Aber nichts geschah. Erst blinzelte ich vorsichtig, dann blickte ich verwirrt zum nunmehr leeren Platz neben dem Fenster. Hinter mir ertönte ein Räuspern. Ich fuhr herum und sah William, der mich amüsiert anstarrte, neben der Tür stehen. „Wir nehmen heute das Auto“, erklärte er und bedeutete mir, ihm aus dem Zimmer zu folgen. „Das Auto?“ fragte ich verwundert. „Ich kann dich ja schlecht andauernd durch die Gegend tragen. Abgesehen davon schienst du das letzte Mal nicht sonderlich begeistert gewesen zu sein von meiner Fortbewegungsmethode.“ „Du … du besitzt ein Auto?“ Wenn es um Vampire ging, war ich mit Vorurteilen behaftet wie jeder andere: transsilvanische Schlösser, Gräber, Fledermäuse und alte Fürsten wie den berühmten Graf Dracula. Ein Auto passte da nun wirklich nicht ins Bild. William zuckte nur mit den Schultern. „Es war ein Geschenk. Außerdem ist es ab und zu ganz unterhaltsam, sich den menschlichen Erfindungen des einundzwanzigsten Jahrhunderts zu widmen.“ „Hast du überhaupt einen Führerschein?“ William verdrehte genervt die Augen. „Ich war praktisch dabei, als das Auto erfunden wurde, also ja, ich weiß, wie man fährt“, antwortete er. „Es ist nur … ich weiß auch nicht. Mit dir über so was zu reden ist eine Sache, aber du in einem Auto … das ist … merkwürdig“, brachte ich schließlich heraus. „Tut mir leid, deine Weltansicht so in den Grundfesten erschüttert zu haben“, entgegnete er belustigt. „Ha, ha, sehr witzig. Wessen Schuld ist es denn, dass ich diese Vorurteile über euch noch nicht ausgemerzt hab, he? Mister Ich-sag-lieber-zu-wenig-als-zu-viel“, entgegnete ich gereizt und versuchte, seinen strengen Blick zu imitieren. „Willst du dich jetzt mit mir streiten oder wollen wir los, bevor es wieder graut?“ [more]
Keywords: Urbanfantasy, Romance, Vampire, Engel, Kindheitstrauma, Dämonen, Höllensturz, Luzifer, Jäger, Familie, Freundschaft
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Anna Anne Adoreflower
The Chronicles of Undiscovered Worlds Under the Sea
The world of supernatural
- Fantasy
- English
- 71640 Words
- Ages 12 and up
- 86
Kender Marcello, a teenage boy who lived in the Island of Italy called Elba. An ordinary schoolboy who one day, after the school discovered an unusual situation in his house which was like his dreams and could not decide whether he was dreaming or was it happening in front of his eyes. He occurred to lose his consciousness steadily and quietly and fell on his knees as he could not set his foot forth. Someone from behind dragged him and flung into the Elba sea which was no less than throwing a coat across the desk. When Kender gained his, he discovered himself in some eerie forest where he met the most beautiful girl of his life, Donatella Damien and came across an undiscovered world under the sea. This world was totally unknown to the people of Earth. His life took a new turn when he met Donatella. Shortly, they bumped into the Giants Kingdom and the wardrobe shrouded them broke down and they tripped and stumbled down to another world. Unfortunately, Donatella was captured by the giants to fulfil a ritual and in her stay in the Giants Kingdom, she unearthed another secret of her life that she was a popular ‘Violet’ of the famous Violet family. On the other hand, Kender met Atticus, who helped him know his true self but Kender never believed that he was the last surviving Green. Greens and Violets are believed to be the oldest of supernatural families. Andrew Harington's coincidental encounter with Kender and Dona was marvelous and mysterious. He took them to Wands town and soon they were surrounded by werewolves, vampires, witches and other foreign creatures. Slowly but surely the mountain of secrets started unfolding. Unpredicted visit of Cyril brought devastation to all the twelve famous towns including Wands. He seized the council, the powerhouse of all the towns with the help of his followers.
Though Dona saved her mother from a glass prison, she had to surrender herself to Cyril to save Kender’s sister’s life. While invading the nearby houses transporting food to the ‘New World’, Kender and Atticus were dragged out to Dummer’s Do by some unknown foresters. Atticus never stopped searching for his sister though he lost her at a tender age and the fact that her body was never found he would not accept his sister’s death. His mother used to narrate stories relatable to them every night after their dinner –
“Night is dark and full of terrors,
So, you must not dare to be there,
If you long to live …”
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Keywords: adventurous, mysterious, thrilling, suspense, romantic, magical, supernatural, fantasy fiction
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