Amazonian Vampires Twilight Novels & Stories

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

She also asked for an explanation from Noura. "Pure vampires can only see the contents of this book. For example, the Waltons and Carltons. Or the Alfredos, if there are any." Arva rounded her mouth; no wonder she couldn't see anything. "I thought you used a magic spell." Noura gave Arva a strange look. Arva laughed at her ridiculous words. Noura is a vampire, not a witch. Oh my gosh, Arva. Stupid, stupid. *** Because Orlan and Jorge arrived at the Tongass Pack at three in the afternoon, they couldn't go to Tongass Forest to see the crime scene.

After a few minutes more the candle lights came on again while the owls returned. I waited to watch in alert and zero seconds. The new vampires stood up in their immortal forms, all in a separate species from the other. They were all physically different. The first one looked very similar to the joker, only this one had fangs, longer nails, a deadly face that made him look like an angry bat, short, red-skinned, and a very huge head. I quickly recognized that one to be the night prowler. He was of the Yara-ma-yha-who breed. An ancient breed common in Japan.

” Raven said and wiped her mouth with her thumb then sucked the blood off it. I winced and Lydia hulked. ”What? I'm a vampire, remember,” she said and rolled her eyes. Raven didn't feed on humans, only blood bags so this must’ve been euphoric for her. I walked to the pool table and placed my hands on the surface, leaning back against it. I wasn't going anywhere, not until we found out how Amber would be. She'd wake up, but as a vampire, everything would be different. Werewolves are taught to hate vampires. Always have been, and probably always will.

A woman with two different shades of eye color… a big man wearing a suit looking disturbed… two crying infants, and then toddlers chasing each other… He then laid the six year old on the ground as she whimpered in pain and he breathed in her face a little until she was knocked out cold. He stood up and wiped his mouth as his fangs retracted back into his mouth. “Welcome Tammy, to the Vampire world,” he whispered. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as her hair started to transform colors more, making it now a visible auburn color. He opened up her eyelids and saw that her eyes had now become a bright hazel color and he smiled to himself; the venom was winning the battle already.

Their body was perfectly fine—how could they . Yet, they suddenly felt a tearing pain surge through his chest. A metallic taste flooded their throat and blood came spewing out. Everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events. Twilight couldn't believe it. How could someone who was perfectly fine a moment ago be spitting blood? Their symptoms were exactly the same as Ambrose's. Wasn't this downright eerie? To control Ambrose, Twilight had taken a small dose of Deadly Love. The dosage was well within control and shouldn't affect their health. Why on earth were they vomiting blood?

I asked, scooting back onto the sofa beside her. “Ooh, here’s one Emma’s never seen. Let’s watch this,” Lucy said, sinking her teeth into her slice of cheese pizza “What is it about?” Emma asked, settling in on my other side. “It’s called Twilight,” Lucy replied. “It’s about sparkly vampires.” “Cool,” Emma said, a sappy smile still on her face. “I guess we know it’s not a documentary. Everyone knows vampires aren’t real.”

"It's her, huh? No wonder. It's not a good sign for him. All the first children born from a warlock marriage to a human that received immortality from the goddess Dana will surely die before they reach seventeen years of age, but not the second or so on. "It was because their human bodies did not belong to them, but their marked bodies belonged to her. I'll explain the details later. For now, I only have one solution. Isaac, let me borrow your sword." Isaac complied, handing his sword to Daniel. Then Daniel took a quick glance at the sword before taking it out of its scabbard. He slit his palm until it was bleeding, then brought it closer to Raphael's mouth, forcing Raphael to drink the bloo

he said. "You've gone mad Matthew, Clara is no vampire hunter," I told him. "Oh she definitely is, she might not be aware of it right now, but she is. You remember a certain Austin Shawn, a real trouble maker while he was alive, the vampire hunter that tragically died at my hands. He had no family to continue his lineage or so we thought. However it turns out that our Nicholas was able to locate his only living child and as luck would have it, she just happened to be his missing rib, the one who fulfills the prophecy with our dear Nicholas," he said.

In the time that Harley had been out, the sky had turned a deep purple colour, a few claps of thunder had erupted from the clouds and it had begun to rain heavily. Brushing her wet hair out of her face, she squinted to see where she was heading. The torrential downpour had made it difficult to even keep her eyes open without them stinging from rain water. Despite the lack of roaming vampires due to their leader's plan, she knew that a good few wouldn't be able to resist coming out during a storm since it enhanced their thirst for a short period of time. After all, the more blood thirsty they were, the less control they had over themselves.