Adventure Time Vampire Marceline Novels & Stories

"NO NO NO! That can't be! He can't do that!! When?!" "Tomorrow." Carmilla's world stopped due to the information and her blood ran cold with despondency. "Marcel had also left this on your window sill in your original room." Ruby pushed an open letter towards her and she quickly took it with lightning speed in desperation. "Those flowers in your vase had been from him. He would leave roses on your window every night and I collected them all and ordered the maid to put it in your room. Also, I've read it. He confessed his deepest secrets and entrusted you with his identity. Marcel is a vampire. Which I should have guessed from the beginning."

My eyes opened and our eyes collided. His heavy breathing hit my face. Tears filled my eyes. I blinked them away. I was trying not to cry in front of him. Few drops managed to escape my eyes. Marcel kissed my tears away, with his soft lips before bringing back his eye to mine. "After what we just did, don't ever think of yourself as nothing," Marcel told me. "You're far greater than any she-wolf I've ever met." I nodded. He again kissed my neck. The door suddenly opened. Marcel and I were still naked in bed. Our eyes went to the door. My eyes closed for a moment. When I opened them I saw the Luna Trina Bloode-Wolffinton.

She pressed her lips and got nervous, she was too excited to share them their story with them that she forgot about not letting out that part with them. Blake and Evangeline looked at each other. Evangeline now understood that the moment that the Angels' Empire discovered a vampire living in the human world and sucked blood, it happened at the moment. "Bit his neck?" Pocco wondered and stared at Blake, his template created a wave as he tried to think what she meant by beating the culprit's neck. Veronica was shivering and looking at Blake, looking apologetic for not controlling her mouth from speaking. She knew that her mistake couldn't be rectified later, she shouldn't be careless.

The doctor replied in a tone tinged with pride and satisfaction, “Your blood, my lady, performs miracles, it heals many incurable diseases that strike our people, and Damian’s healing method was a miracle, but I keep finding inexplicable substances, cells that do not exist in any living creature other than you on this earth and what I still haven't been able to discover its efficacy.” Celine grabbed a tube carrying a vaccine made from her own blood and said, “I want you to draw a generous amount of my blood, do not analyze it, add or remove anything from it, prepare it in the form of vaccines and give it to everyone, to every vampire of all ages, and I want you to send news to everyone far

Horror overwhelmed him as the world started to fade. I held Magdalena close as I watched Garth pace the room. She’d confided her identity to me which was something I guessed I already knew in the recesses of my mind. She’d been surprised at how calmly I accepted the information. Of course, she had no way of knowing that I’d already had a love affair with a mutant-vampire, or an almost mutant-vampire. I saw no reason to volunteer the information; especially since Magdalena wasn’t a vampire, but a vympire. I was actually worried the knowledge might somehow repel her from me.

How could there? I wandered the castle halls, knowing time was running out. Yesterday sparked hope that Sarah and I could find a new way. There was something strange happening. I felt it the night of the celebration party and in the training yard. I knew some vampires received gifts. Her father had said as much because of the change in the color of her eyes. What was her gift? As I rounded a corner, I heard whispers: a female voice and a male. “She is in the moon garden alone. We can’t wait. It must be now,” said the female voice.

Marcel says. “Who is the pretty human?” he asks. “Elena Martin-Tremblay, my family will be working with you guys,” she says boldly. Marcel wears a confused expression, “She is part of the hunters. She is with us now,” Gabriel says. The old vampire wonders how the enemy became a comrade. “We need a ‘when’ and ‘how’ to infiltrate his lair,” Marcel suddenly says. “We know Dracula's lair. We can just stage an attack and let it fail.

Jan.22.2021 Lyra. Lyra sat silently at the dining table eating her bowl of cereal, she kept a separate bowl for marcel who she could hear approaching from his room. For a vampire, he'd seemed to enjoy staying awake during the daytime rather than at night. "Good morning love." Marcellus whistled as he sat across Lyra, dragging the bowl of cereal to himself. "Good morning Mr Marcel." "I told you not to call me that."

Amanda asked, trying to keep her voice steady. Marcelin turned to face them, her eyes gleaming in the dim light. "I had to come here to meet someone," she said cryptically. "Who?" Rajan asked, his hand on his weapon. Marcelin hesitated for a moment, then spoke again. "The vampires. They have been watching you, and they want to meet with you." Amanda, Hannah, and Rajan exchanged a look. They knew that this might be a trap, but they also knew that they had to find out more about the vampires and their connection to Marcelin.

Sadie's gorgeous blonde hair and face were already covered with moist blood, her white skirt was turned red due to the huge quantity of dripping blood from her skull, "Marcel...A ghost..it hurts..it hurts!!!" Marcel didn't waste time to soothe Sadie first, he immediately moved towards his suitcase to see if the medicine box was there, seeing nothing, he recalled that Dolores had grabbed the box away. Gritting his teeth, he ran towards Dolores's room. Sadie stared as Marcel ran out and couldnt help abruptly halting her sobs, Marcel actually..left her here again..? Turning her head towards the wall which had the mirror, she saw a hideous face full of blood and sickening flesh on the forehead,