Novel & Cerita 100 Vampire

I can't see any blood other than the wolf's blood but I can smell vampire blood, I look around trying to find any sign when the smell of eucalyptus and peppermint hits me hard, Nova is going crazy screaming one word over and over "MATE!!!" I turn, looking around the clearing for the source of the alluring smell, until my eyes fall on the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. he is at least a foot taller than me, dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He is in a black polo shirt, black pants and boots, he is quite intimidating especially when he is just standing there staring.

I still felt the grasping hands emerging in my dreams were too real. Sol's hands froze at my side for a moment before they rested on my legs. I didn't move away from his touch. I watched as his thumb rubbed my leg gently in slow motions as he spoke. "I have to admit that I have had very few daymares until recently." A deep frown settled on my face as I registered his words. A 365- or 366-year-old vampire didn't have dreams. It seemed like a tormented thing. "What was your nightmare about?" he eventually asked. I shook my head as I sighed deeply. I turned my eyes from him to the open window on my right side. The sun was just setting coming up.

Helen looked concerned at that comment, but said nothing. My shame and humiliation at my confession of wantonness was far more overwhelming than I’d imagined it would be. It appeared the prudence of the eighteenth century had infiltrated into my twenty-first century thought process. Helen eased my discomfort by explaining that vampires not only had the ability to glamour their victims into doing their bidding, but she suspected my wanton behavior was a result of some form of aphrodisiac being slipped into my drink. The only puzzling factor was that I hadn’t taken a drink in my chambers. If I’d been slipped anything in my drink, it would have had to have been given to me in my mead at dinn

VOLUME 2: CROSSROADS My name is Lance Steel. I’m the owner of Caprice Casino and Club Moroii, located on the Las Vegas strip. I’m a husband, a damned good father and I’m also a vampire. I’ve lived many lives over the years, having been turned in the twelfth century … the year 1113 AD, to be exact. I’ve had many loves, but none have touched my heart and very soul like my wife, Leila.

Alessia will not casually spill Federico's secret of being an immortal vampire to anyone—let alone the dumb mortal girl who dares to force herself into Federico's home. But Federico does not nod or even look grateful at Alessia. In fact, his brow is beginning to droop low—almost as if he is displeased. "Hailey is my possession. You are not break what is mine," Federico replies. Alessia laughs without any joy. "You can find another servant to replace her. She isn't worth keeping when she's already so defective." Then Federico does the unimaginable. He walks up to Hailey and grabs her by the wrist. The poor, idiot girl startles, but Federico has supernatural strength—one of the perks of being

"Yes. If you are going to ask me why I didn't obtain your permission first before bringing you here, note that you were unconscious and needed immediate help. You can't have the transition process take place anywhere. I had to bring you to a private place where the transition process will take place smoothly. It should be done to avoid problems. I know you would blame me if you had ended up devouring a human's blood because you went out of control." "How long did the transition process take?" "Just a couple of days. Actually, for a normal human to undergo transition, it would take four to five days, but for some reason, the venom in your body spread so fast." "Why did it spread so fast?" I h

“You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.” I scoffed. “You sound like a conspiracy theorist. Vampires don’t exist, and you’ve got to stop reading all those fantasy books.” Before she could say anything else, I grabbed another slice of toast and breezed out of the apartment. My condolences to the victims, but vampire attacks were just so stupidly unrealistic. Like creatures of the night actually existed. Right, sure. “Mr. Vale’s not in right now.” Celine said at the reception, looking me up and down.

*Centuries ago, a time where Vampires, sphinx and werewolves lived together in peace, love and harmony, until evil covered the cloud of Transylvania* My name is Luther, I'm a vampire from the old world, I am over 400 years old, I lived in Transylvania, my father was the over Lord (Dracula) my mom was a werewolf (Tania) from Romania (another city where werewolves and other creatures live) but died 200 years after my younger sisters' birth, her name is Annabelle, she is 300 years old, I was to be dad's successor but everything changed when my father was killed, it was the day of my inauguration, we were ambushed by our own people, sects of disloyal elves and Sphinx, and it all turned out to b

Once Eleazer left from there, Theodore leaned toward me before whispering, "You’ve fucking ruined my sex life." "Please, bro! Remember, I helped you get Lia back when she left you." I reminded him. He crushed under his breath before finally agreeing to my request. * "These are the ten humans that are going to die, and after doing a background search, I found that they have no one in their world." Stephannie gave the report of the humans whom she was going to turn into vampires. "Ten newborns?" I asked, going through the file of all the people. "Newborns will be stronger than old vampires; I hope you remember that."

“No, I’m sorry—wrong question. I didn’t mean it like that. I meant… what happened that you couldn’t stop?” Adrian opened his eyes again, and she finally saw the truth—the storm, the grief, the monstrous hunger he had fought until it broke him. “I was completing a ritual,” he said quietly. “One that requires ten virgins to keep a vampire from rotting. Jenna was the last one. The final blood.” Emily’s lips parted, breath caught. “Ten?”