Anime Vampire Rosario Novels & Stories

Cement rained down as he shoved the leather and metal mass at the vampire’s head, forcing the vampire to deflect the blow rather than stab Angela. Before the vampire could reposition for a killing strike, Ramos was on him. He wrapped his hands around the Milan’s throat as he slammed into the fanged monster. Hell and all of the tortures of the damned were too good for this bastard. In the millennia he’d fought Heldon’s depraved creatures, Ramos had never hated as deeply and as strongly as he did at this moment. “Seeing” what the vampire planned to do to Angela sent Ramos over the line to a savagery he couldn’t understand or control, but before he could vent the justice and rage consuming him,

Roseanne slowly gets up but a voice stops her. “I wouldn’t advise it!” Roseanne spins around to see a girl standing next to her bed. She was a child who looked around ten years old with pale skin and long, red hair. Her eyes were red but she was not a Lycan because she was drinking a glass of blood. Holding the glass in one hand, the girl was checking Roseanne’s vitals. “You are a vampire?” Roseanne asks the strange girl. “Yes,” she replies curtly. “Ya got a problem with that?”

The voice died down immediately. "Uhmmm, was that actually a real vampire??" I scoffed as I dropped the phone back. That was likely a bot system that just spoke to me. I stood up from my sofa chair as I walked into the bathroom to go shower and prepare for my beautiful and most charming princess, Rosario. By tomorrow, vampires from the clan would be here, including Vlad. I couldn't let Vlad see Rosario at any cost unless that could cost a whole lot of trouble for me.

My beautiful Janice deflects it back to her and she flys over the back of her throne, tipping it over as her legs collide with it. "I told you, I will never belong to you again. Once you are no longer protected by the witch queens barrier. I will kill you" I say pulling away from his lips. He brings his hand to my throat and starts to crush it. He brings his mouth to my ear and whispers "Anam cara" The vampire within me stirs and takes over. I raise my hand and trace his beautiful angelic face. For the first time in 500 years his eyes soften and a sincere smile graces his lips. He recognises the vampire. The vampire he made. His Rose.

Aurora: “Angelina, what is going on?” I asked, frowning when my stomach hurt me more than it usually did. My baby, feeling my nervous state, grew more nervous by the second, kicking me as if his life depended on it. “I don’t know, Alessandro asked me to stay back…” Angelina frowned, before a choked cry escaped her lips, and following her gaze, my jaw dropped at the sight. My mate, Dante, held a limp Anastasia in his arms. Her hand, which would have normally been on her stomach if she had any control of it, was limp in the air, and blood, her blood, coated her clothes and my mate’s, making my lips quiver.

she cut in sharply. Okay… Be nice, Rosie. “I'm so sorry about that—” “Whatever.” Elana muttered, crossing her arms over her chest. Be cool, Rosie. “Well, my name's Rosie. It's so nice to meet you.” I said with an outstretched arm. Elana stared at my arm in disdain. I pursed my lips, then slowly let my arm fall back at my side. “Look…” Angelica drawled, rubbing her temple. “You don't need to act all nice, Rosie—”

“But Filippo wasn’t human to begin with.” Arah stared, her mind scrambling to catch up. “He was a vampire.” Her mouth fell open, her fingers gripping the armrest to keep herself grounded. “V-vampires are real?” she blurted out, blinking rapidly. Roselia stifled a laugh. “I think that’s enough for today. I don’t want to overwhelm you.” Arah’s mind swirled, but the question slipped out anyway. “Why did he kill your lover?” She wondered if Filippo was the one who had hurt Roselia in the past, but somehow, it didn’t feel like it.

The thick, tangled mess of hair covers parts of his face, making him appear more menacing than he already is. He runs his hand through those tangles, letting me see his glare in full. A small dribble of blood runs down the side of his head. The wound is deep and gruesome. It looks as if it should produce more blood than it is. “You’re bleeding?” I say with a barely audible shaky whisper. “Vampire 101, love, we tend to hold blood in areas that cannot be covered up. The head, neck, and hands remain seen by human eyes; therefore, blood accumulates there to keep one looking alive.” He looks at me with those devilish eyes.

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

“She’s fine, but there’s something you need to know.” “What is it?” I asked, suddenly on high alert. “Her advisor told me that Ruby woke up screaming the other night. She apparently had a dream about an attack on campus.” “Okay?” “That same night, there was an attack on campus, and it happened exactly how Ruby described in her dream. It was one of the new vampires that was in isolation,” he continued explaining. “What? She saw it coming??” I asked, unsure I was hearing him correctly. “Yes,” Alberto confirmed. “I’m pretty sure the goddess had gifted Ruby with a gift.”