Picked for the WattVamps February Showcase & now a Wattpad Dark Fantasy featured story! The Risen Series - Book 1 Rebellion I've been a cardholding member of the undead for centuries, torn away from the sun by a vampire with no care for human life. From the moment I opened my eyes to the night and had my first craving for blood, my Maker twisted and moulded me into exactly what he wanted; trapping me in his hold. Until one day he let me go. Content to live out eternity as no more than a shadow, I do my best to stay out of trouble. But trouble always had a way of finding me. During a hunt, I run into another vampire doing his best to go unnoticed; one so ancient the air around him reeks of power, and he claims he's just escaped imprisonment from the very council that used me to their own ends. Atanas demands I help him until he regains his strength so he can finish what he started a century ago, but I'm not sure that's all he wants from me. And while I'm no supporter of the council he seeks vengeance against, there are secrets that bind my life to theirs, and I know better than most that disloyalty means death. But in the shadows, a rebellion has been brewing, and I might be more important to both sides than I could ever have imagined.

Vampires. Fey. Love. War. Sometimes you find your soulmate at exactly the wrong time... The Council of Swords, the Comhairle-Chlaidheamhan had protected supernatural kind for generations, fighting humans who would kill through fear, as well other, darker creatures who would oppress those weaker than themselves. However, the Council's enemies were growing stronger and the numbers of warriors left to protect the ordinary people were thinning. As the list of fallen warriors grew, times were becoming desperate for the Council's soldiers and those they protect. The supernatural community were in desperate need of more warriors, more ghaisgich, but only the strongest pass the trials to claim such an important position. Tor had only ever wanted to be a warrior, to defend his people from those who would destroy them through fear or malice. Becoming a ghaisgeach of the Comhairle-Chlaidheamhan was not an easy task though. It meant going against the wishes of his family. It meant being willing to sacrifice himself because it was his duty to do so. It meant putting his trust in strangers, and none were stranger than the woman that Tancred, the ghaisgeach Chief, wanted to partner him with... Deothas didn't need a partner. She didn't need to follow the rules and she certainly wasn't about to put her faith in anyone else. Why should she, when her 'brothers' and 'sisters' of the Comhairle-Chlaidheamhan didn't have faith in her? She was a loner, by choice and because she was the last of her people in the mortal realm. She was the fey-born, the only non-bhampair warrior in the Council of Swords. She was a mistake. They didn't want her and she'd taken all she needed from them already. Why would she want to babysit a new recruit? The council needs it's warriors to work together... even those who stole their positions. Unfortunately for some, both trust and love are far more terrifying prospects than war.

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"What do you want?" She asked. Panicked, backing away. The vampire followed, stepping forward, dangerously close, looking her over. "You." His voice deep, growling. "Me?" "You." " Me? No, you don't. You think you do, but you don't. It is a mistake." "No it's not." "I came for you, Andie." He grabbed her by the waist, pulled her in close and nudged his face into her neck. "Oh god, don't bite her," Davis pleaded. "Please don't bite her." "Davis you are tired, go relax. Go back to her apartment and sleep." "No Davis, stay here." He left at the vampire's last word. "Please listen to me," she begged.Holding her hands up against his chest. "Shh shh shh. do not fear me." He assured her, whispering softly in her ear. Making her weak in the knees. "But I am afraid this is.'' She stuttered. ''This was. You see there was an accident. I sprayed you with a love potion." "A love potion? How sweet." He began to nibble at her neck. She could not help liking the way he felt against her. But quickly reminded herself. HE IS A VAMPIRE! "No really, it is not sweet at all. It was an accident. I had it in my bag thinking it was mace, I wanted to mace you," she explained. "I suppose that's nicer then," he said to her. "No, that's not nice at all. But you grabbed me, and well, that's what you deserved." "I was trying to warn you to run, meant you no harm." "No. I suppose you didn't, but you got sprayed, and now you love me, it is not real love." The vampire struggled to not laugh. Silly mortal. He let her go on. © Copyright 2014 Aronel Loni. All Rights Reserved.

"Now you listen, little red. You are mine. You belong to me! You are not leaving my side. I have waited too long for you and now that I have you, I'm not letting you slip through my fingers. Understood?" He growled. I smirked. "Over my undead body." *Currently Editing*

Her mother is an alcoholic, her job sucks, her world is complicated, but that doesn't deter Rosalie Jean from her dreams of living a normal life. Unfortunately, she's about to discover that normal isn't who she is. With a stubborn attitude and a strong personality her ideals of a simple world are thrown into chaos when she is faced with the creatures she had only ever read about in books - vampires.

Let me tell you what it was to be made vampire. It wasn't birth. Birth implies pushing, tearing forth into the light, screaming. Becoming immortal was to be pulled, to be tugged irrevocably into darkness, and it was silent. I should have fought, any person should fight, but my mind had been filled with a hazy calm which forbade any battle. Struggling had been the last thing on my mind, even when my bus arrived and my assailant waved it on, dismissing my last hope of escape. Yet my lack of rebellion was far from the most unsettling part of the stranger's control over me. The truth was that the man could've asked anything of me and I would've complied, but he didn't need to vocalise his request. I knew instinctively what he wanted. I sighed and surrendered myself as he held me against his front in a lover's embrace, tipping my head and willingly giving him access to my throat. "One day you'll understand," he whispered, his tone subdued. I've often wondered since if he was really talking to me. Perhaps he'd been talking to himself, persuading himself that one day I'd know and accept his reasons for what he'd planned for me. I wouldn't. I couldn't. Because when my fangs came in, my world altered irrevocably. It became somewhere dark, somewhere filled with murder and blood, where magic was sinister and where even my closest ally seemed more like an enemy... Even if he did make my heart skip a beat. VAMPIRE/PARANORMAL/URBAN FANTASY

Vampires have slayers. Werewolves have trackers. Everything else has a hunter. --- Elise Bunting knows all about the things that go bump in the night. Just because she knows, doesn't mean she cares. Considering she is descendant of one of the most notorious Hunters, Alistair Bunting - she knows she should really start paying attention and with her brother is missing after going after a clan of dark fae adds to that theory. Soon after his disappearance her father moves them to the city he was last seen in and while her parents look for him, Elise goes to enroll at a local college set on gaining a qualification to take her far away from her crazy family. Instead she meets Logan, a Tracker. This chance meeting has her deciding to try and find out more about what happened to her sibling and Elise starts to understand what being a Hunter is all about. --- PART 1 in the Hunter Series. contains swearing, violence, and some adult themes. unedited ©2014 ellarose12

Allison Rose Serafino always had a mysterious man haunting her dreams— but that's all they were: dreams! She has a steady job, nice house which she shares with her sister, and a best friend who she would kill for. Her life seems very mundane to anyone who isn't really paying attention. Allison's life gets turned upside down when her sister suddenly died when she was hit by a car. On the very same day she also finds out that the man from her dreams is real and is chatting with her best friend, Eulalia, who just so happens to be a witch and has been erasing memories from Allison's and the mystery mans encounters. This just overwhelms her and Allison decided to take a vacation to go to Venice, however on the way there she is questioned by vampires on the airplane and brought to the Royal Palace. Only there, Allison finds out that her dead sister and mother and very much alive—more like undead, this mystery man happens to be her soulmate—whose father (the King) despises humans, and that Allison happens to be leading a rebellion against the current vampire leader but does not remember one single bit thanks to Eulalia wiping her memories! All Rights Reserved Copyright 2013 @Ophelia Von Stein Cover by: BeautifuL17KhaoS

My life changed completely once i turned twenty one. My friends and i went out to celebrate my special day but i didn't realise it would be the last time i would see them. I was kidnaped and treated like a slave by a very mean and abusive Vampire that's right a vampire i didn't they existed i thought stories of vampire were only told to scare us of a night time. But this Vampire wasn't just your ordinary Vampire he was the Vampire prince. My friends and family would never get to see me again. I’ve seen my family and friends from a distance when they held a funeral four months after i was kidnapped. They thought i was dead only because Casper took some of my blood and spread it through an abandoned cabin along with some hair and clothes. Six months after i was kidnapped Casper started to become nice he would treat me like a princess and tell me how beautiful i was. I began to fall in love with my kidnapper was it wrong of me to fall in love with him? Was it wrong to agree to marry him after everything he put me through? "What are you going to do Crystal?" I screamed at myself in the mirror.