The Newly Vampire and Other Stories

By Neva Teal

Jobelle is a newly made vampire of only seventeen.
In her world humans are slaves to vampires, who keep them as food for many years until they can no longer draw blood from them. Usually they live up to eighteen years.
Jobelle is tired of that life and when she smiles, remembering her liberating death is only a year away - others tell her Master that his slave "has been smiling". “She’s up to something,” they say.
He can't bear to lose her - so he turns Jobelle into a vampire, his progeny, his descendant.
However Jobelle hasn't given up yet.
She does the unthinkable: feeds and eats somebody else's human. Surely now they'd kill her!
And yet...
The book also has two other stories, previously released: "The Wolf's Victim" and "Wolf and Vampyr."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Neva Teal
• Release date: Aug 11, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310534096

Neva Teal

Lived all over the world.Loves horses and cats.Believes angels are everywhere.

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THE NEWLY VAMPIRE AND OTHER STORIES

Published by Neva Teal at Smashwords

Copyright 2015 Neva Teal

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

THE WOLF’S VICTIM

WOLF AND VAMPYR

THE NEWLY VAMPIRE

OTHER BOOKS

THE WOLF’S VICTIM

CHAPTER 1

Tamlyn runs, faster and faster. She has very little time, very little time. She needs to be fast.

She had left the castle where she had spent her entire life - no more than 19 years -, took her horse and rode into the forest. In the other side of it he awaited. Him. Her husband to be. The Prince had no more than twenty years old and they both were keeping it a secret. Marriages were never decided by the youngsters, but their families. Nonetheless they were to be married. Tamlyn couldn’t wait any longer. She had to see him; she had to see the Prince.

She arrived after two hours of ferocious galloping. The horse was exhausted. There was no moon, luckily, and the gods were aiding her. Few sentinels were present. The castle was smaller than her family’s however that did not matter to her. The Prince was to be her husband. The Prince and no one else.

She slid through the secret underground passage. He told her once, when he himself, months ago, sneaked away to meet her in the middle of the night, swearing everlasting love and desire. Their bodies met for the first and only time and Tamlyn wished she had become with child - even if it could mean her death. But the blood came, as always, so there was no excuse to hasten a marriage (one they both felt it had already happened in their hearts).

So a secret, this love, remained.

She couldn’t bear any longer. She had to see him.

The stairs were long and twisted. Her heart pounded while lifting the torch high to spread the little light available. Everything smelled ghastly. The walls were covered in awful, stinking moist. It took a long time to get up the tiny stairs and then through a miniscule corridor, she had to shrink back and watch