Arifureta Vampire Novels & Stories

A female vampire asked, her petite build quite small and fragile looking for a vampire, though I guessed she was anything but fragile. She looked to be younger than the others, much younger in fact as she had quite child-like features and stood roughly at only four-foot-eight. She had pale skin, and paler blonde hair that sat in perfect curls down the sides of her head and towards her shoulders. Her eyes the shade of a perfect sapphire. Berus pointed towards me as I watched through my hair, bent down on one knee: his smile only growing. “Luna is here, a sunlight witch of only fifteen.”

"I'm fine, kiddo. How goes the wedding planning?" "Fabulous." Her small, generously rounded frame practically bounced with enthusiasm. Her happiness was contagious, and I felt a little of my fatigue melt away. About a year ago, my shy little vampire friend had fallen in love with a big, butch werewolf named Jack. I'll admit, I had my reservations at first - our two species don't always mix very well, but after I'd seen the way he looked at her, my doubts evaporated. Ari was a lucky, lucky vamp.

Ryder just shrugged, not answering. Owen didn't bother to explain either. But he knew he wasn't mistaken in choosing Brawen. It seems that nature created Brawen to become a drug for male vampires. In childhood, from appearance, scent, to bloodline, for male vampires as a strong aphrodisiac. 100 years ago, it was because of that that Juventus - 1 of the 5 strongest vampires in Vampire's World had to die at Brawen's feet. She's like a drug, if you don't touch it, it's fine, but once you get it, there's only one way to die.

Thinking about it made her even madder. “I see! That vampire, huh… well, what have you decided? Marry him or not?” Alisson sighed, “I heard that the vampire prince is cruel. He is a ruthless killer who bears an ugly face.” Akira, who had just raised her brows, was confused about what Alisson meant to say. Ruthless? Yes. But ugly? From her taste, he would pass. But of course, she would never say that. Her pride wouldn't let her. Akira detests vampires.

She went back to her notebook and then to her bank account. “Should I keep doing this?” She asked herself, feeling a little guilty about spending so much money on her vampire-hunting obsession. But after a few seconds, she snapped back to reality. “Why should I feel bad about spending money on something I really wanted? I’ve been seriously wondering if vampires really exist, and now that I know they do, why am I having such doubts?” She was shaking her head to help dispel her thoughts and guilt. “This is once in a lifetime chance that I will have, so this is worth it. When compared to seeing a real vampire, four million pesos is nothing!” She said, trying to smile after a few seconds. “But i

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had surv

She no longer has an owner. - No, no, no, - Vic took off into the air and hovered helplessly in place, his lips curved into a malicious grin. Desperate rage bubbled in his heart, squeezed his chest, forced him to choke. Reta is free! So free that the lifeless trees pulled out their roots from the stone ground and stepped into the world of the living. The undead tearing at the dead stopped abruptly, sniffed the smells with their noses and rushed in rapid leaps to more tasty prey - to the one in whose veins hot blood runs. - No.

"Where did you-" "Finally, I found it mate. Soul reaper is mine." Terry let out his usual dark chuckle. That knife is soul reaper. "Now, should I kill you first and then go for her next?" he asked Alex and his words rang through my mind a million times before it all came crashing down. Wait-wait, there is no way that this knife can kill a vampire right? It can't be, there is-

Sharp as a dagger. She looked away first. “I didn’t agree to be anyone’s mate.” “No,” he said, stepping closer. “But fate doesn’t ask for consent, does it?” His voice brushed against her skin like a threat wrapped in silk. Aria’s wolf stirred again, confused and angry. The scent of Varek — like rain on old stone, with a trace of blood and pine — was beginning to sink into her senses. She hated how aware she was of him. “I’ll tolerate your presence for the sake of peace,” she said, turning on her heel. “But make no mistake, vampire — I belong to no one.”

His command echoed in the empty space as he took a handful of gulps of the blood given to him. Reid motioned one of his men and the vampire hiding his disgust ripped a part of his shirt before licking on it and wrapping it around her wound. Middle ranked vampires like Reid saliva had healing power while lowest ones like most servants couldn't heal anyone except themselves, and even their bodies would heal after many days and even months.