Ambrogio Vampire Novels & Stories

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

Who was crying, her hands were dripping blood and there was a man beside her who was holding her not to fall to the ground. "Evangeline!" Abu whispered and a member of angels cane down the skies and he saw Kram. "Archangel," he said in a soft voice as he faced him. Kram glanced at him and he saw Kram's face filled with sorrow. "We're too late! They already multiply," he said and Abu felt a pang in his heart as he watched Evangeline who was trying hard to stop his son who became obsessed with power and in wanting to rule the world. He saw Evangeline running towards her son who was fighting with his father at the top of a rooftop of a huge building, but then another vampire came in front of he

The man was silent, pondering over the information given to him. Rogues were a rare case. They were always said to be rebellious, and in some cases, dangerous. Apparently, I was a great exception, but he didn't need to know that. Usually that fact was what made vampires that had any interest in my change their mind. "Blood type?" he questioned. My eyes went wide again. He's still interested? My nerves knotted tighter in my stomach. "B-negative." A rarity among blood, so I'd been told. "And, lucky for her, she's never been bitten." he finished, crossing his arms.

The Lamborguini had parked in front of Julio Cesar's house and two guys got out of it and one of them took Amy passed out in his arms and entered the house. Some time later Marcus was already in town and was searching the air for Amy's scent and when he found it he took off following her scent like a dog - no pun intended to the wolves - following the hare's scent. Altered voices were heard in the dark and they made Amy wake up, but she would rather have stayed in the dark. -Pray to the devil she's alive, or I'll rip your skin off, literally! Amy opened her eyes and saw Julio Cesar, Brenda, and two other vampyres staring at her.

Mathias exclaimed, a hint of excitement and curiosity lacing his words. Mrs Fernanda's laughed echoed through the room as she started revealing the dark secrets. "You know nothing at all," she sneered mockingly, her tone filled with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "A child can't be different from her father, DIABLO (devil), VAMPIRA (vampire), HÍBRIDA (hybrid), ABOMINACIÓN (abomination). And she must die, or else she will bring death to us all, just like her father has been doing for generations."

"And I don't like her. I told you. I was trying to get information out of her. Let me explain more." "You don't like her? But she likes you. She is always after your blood," I needed to let him know how much it bothered me when I saw that girl fawning over him. I burned with jealousy. "She doesn't like me per se. She likes my blood. Because my blood is..." Ambrose hesitated, so I looked at him questioningly. "There's some kind of aphrodisiac quality in my blood that make vampires go crazy for it," Ambrose said. "Same way Dave is always after yours. I think we have a similar kind of blood."

“Ambroz, that’s enough. Chill out.” He withdrew from the tight hug, and I sized him up. Ambroz is my best friend and vampire. A little tall, with a bit of ‘c’ back shape, he had wide lips, strawberry blonde and a pretty handsome face. He was one of the Elder’s son, he didn’t participate in politics though. “Whoa, I missed you, dude.” he said, taking my hands in his. “We all thought you’ll never be back, dammit.” As Ambroz continued his words, I could see flickers of tears and hurt in his eyes. The instant they began to redden, I let out,

"But what about Dracula?" "Oh dear child, your father is a whole different story. Something that you wouldn't find in the history books." "If Ambrogio is the original vampire, why do people pass Draco off as if he was?" Jessie asked. "Draco?" Christian raised a brow. "Short for Dracula." Christian shook his head, "well, that is a long story." "And we have all the time in the world." "We do, but for now. Let's enjoy this night." Christian span Jessie around, then led her over to a blanket. Where she sat cross-legged, while he laid stretched out, popping a piece of melon in his mouth.

Zen and Enzo had watched me kill many times over but I could tell this was a kill they found difficult to watch as well — both casting their eyes down. Swallowing down my emotions, I used all my strength to pull on Ambrosia's head. The damage may have been done but her body was still as hard as stone. It would have been easier to sink my teeth into her, but this was a more dignified way to go. The sound of her body breaking cut through the air, reverberating until her head was detached from her body. Her already detached arm lay in the corner she once sat. Grabbing her other arm, I broke off the limb. There was no easy way to kill a vampire but the one sure way was to decapitate them. "Lilit