Ambrogio Vampire Novels & Stories

He tried to run, but managed only one step in the direction of the stairs before falling to his knees, clutching his head, screaming. Aster cocked her head at him, a cold expression on her face, an almost serene smile on her lips. Whimpering softly, the vampire fell over, crumbling into a pathetic little ball. “It’s a shame you won’t live to tell the tale, because I would have send you away with a message--”Aster knelt next to him, “--this is what happens when you touch the ones I love.” She blinked. He didn’t so much explode as disintegrate, and a red mist of blood that was once Armand rained down on them.

Raul asks her. "In your dreams, Raul," Amber says while rolling her eyes. Wherever these two are, the is always something they are arguing about. Raul likes teasing Amber, all the time. Amber doesn't let Raul's mistakes just slip without her making a big deal out of them. They are like siblings. Always arguing about this and that. As we walk through the last street back home, someone stands in the middle of the road, blocking away. Wait, they are two: a male and a female. According to their scent, I can tell that they are vampires. We approach them and they don't get out of the way.

They retreated, gathering themselves at a spot, watching the vampires gingerly and readily. The vampires gathered at a spot. They snarled, their claws elongating as they charged forward at high speed. KR and the others were about to fight back when the vampires all dropped to the floor, dead. Confusion snapped in as they all perked up, some looking around in wonder. “No need to wonder. My brother did it,” Amber said. Following her words, the place transformed back into a throne room. “Fuck,” she whispered an obscenity, looking around just like the others.

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

She could practice fighting with her brother when he was free. She thought of going back. From afar she could sense three unknown vampires among her family. She increased her pace to reach the castle in time for dinner. When she opened the door to the dining room, she was very surprised to see three vampires staring at her. There was a woman who was of her mother's age and a girl who seemed older than her and beautiful and lastly a boy who seemed Kyson's age. He had blonde hair and sharp features and good-looking for his age. He seemed dangerous but Ingrid could not help but felt drawn towards him.

She moaned, bending down to touch Beatrice's hair. "Don't you worry sweetheart? You have become something history will have to write down. The first cold-blooded vampire used as a sacrifice to calm down our ancestors you disturbed at the French quarter." She smiled and Beatrice's eyes widened. Her heart was hurting as hell and she could not take out the stake. She had gotten so powerless that it was beginning to hurt too much. She felt her eyes closing and soon enough blacked out! * * Herbert yawned as she watched some people begin to leave.

His rigid straight posture spoke of unwavering confidence. Everything was fuzzy. I couldn’t really see Damien’s face through the fog now clouding my vision. But with the turn of his head, I could tell Damien had considered Sophia. Then he said, “Not her.” He started walking then, inspecting the line of tributes. When he reached the end of the line, he spotted me on the ground and came closer. The vampires around me scattered out of the way. I couldn’t move, not even to acknowledge him. I simply kneeled there, slumped forward as the most aged and deadly vampire in existence approached me.

He looked at me with disappointment. "How many times would I have to tell you this Amaya, I would never in my life hurt you." "How am I even supposed to stick with that when I don't even know your name?" "Faire enough." He chuckled. "My name is Damon." Damon, that's a nice name. Wait a damn minute. "Damon Salvatore?" I questioned. Even though they looked nothing alike, I couldn't help myself from asking. I mean what a coincidence this was. Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon.

Why would any sign a contract to a fake relationship and be here begging this douchebag to take her back. Amy was the most popular model in the country, she was known to be the face of so many fashion empires, she was even rumored to be dating Anthony Erico, the CEO of the biggest business in the entertainment industry. I don't still know why she would stoop so low to begging him, while I don't blame her, Axel Tyler was classified as the most eligible bachelor, he has been ranked twice as number one on the list of the men women loved to bang and date.

’ Collin answered, at the door stood Ambrosia, looking intensely at Collin. He watched him closely like he wanted to see exactly what he was going to do, the baby kept on batting his long eyelashes with his eyes still black as the night. Without looking at him Collin asked. “He is also part vampire, isn’t he?” Ambrosia swallowed before he answered. “Yes.” Collin shot him a look without saying anything and Ambrosia knew what it meant.