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Slowly… slowly… Until it stood right above her head. Anusha froze with fear. She turned her head slightly— There was no one in the room. But on the wall… the shadow stood. And then— The shadow’s head moved close to her ear and whispered— “I have come…” Her eyes widened. The next second, the lamp went out. The room plunged into darkness. And someone grabbed her shoulder— Cold… icy… not human at all. Anusha screamed and fainted. When she woke up in the morning, the guest house was normal.

After all, her Dad was down there. Caitlin dove down sharply, between the rows of olive trees, heading for Aiden’s villa. As she got closer, she spotted hundreds of corpses spread out, lying lifeless on the hills below. Vampires. Rexius’ men. Slaughtered. But as she dove closer, she could also see something else: corpses with white hoods and robes. Aiden’s people. Before she even landed, Caitlin already sensed that the worst possible outcome had occurred: Aiden’s coven had been wiped out.

For The Last Christmas A The Vampire’s Bride Christmas Bonus Zaira sat crouched in front of the high walls that surrounded the old manor. According to some very reliable sources, this particular vampire had chosen the most obvious of clichés and decided to reside in an old castle that scared the crap out of even the most badass hunters.

Who was going to attack me on my own turf? If they did, they'd face retaliation from the dungeon itself! The entire way there, no one saw a single soul, and we only started seeing signs of life when we came closer to the village. When we saw the villagers, however, Anna couldn't help but screech, "These aren't villagers, they're all monsters!" In the past, the villagers in my dungeon did look like humans through and through. However, as a result, they didn't seem scary at all, and didn't feel comfortable with human skin, either.

She took a staircase to the basement and found herself down in the dungeons. The dungeons were always dark whether it was day or night, and they reeked of danger, murder, a haunting quality, and malevolence. No wonder Titan felt at home here. The memory of the screaming spy came back in full force and she shuddered. She hurried onwards, eager to be out and free in the blissful dazzling sunshine. At some point, she thought she heard footsteps. She stopped to look wildly around but saw nothing. The only thing she heard was water leakage from the roof. Guess Titan had been too busy killing to notice.

The smell of blood quickly spread but before it could spread any further than he would have liked, Kal found the bedroom of the master of the house sliding his throat easily, not at all flinching or hesitation even when the victim’s eyes widened in shock and confusion in the split second he laid eyes on Kal. The moment Kal was done there he headed to the second house. By the time the citizens were woken up by the smell of blood, something vampires were more sensitive to, they were instantly aware that the grim reaper had passed by and it was a bloody rite of passage.

“The novel’s title is Shocking Shocked, and it tells the story of a guy who was electrocuted after disclosing shocking news?” I bit the bottom of my lip. “Well... It’s one of my favorite novels.” She slapped herself across the forehead. “Dainty! We should not read novels like these. I assumed you were interested in romantic novels, so I let you read books, and then I’ll know that you’re reading about terror and murder novels?!” My mouth was closed. What can I do if I’m not a fan of romance novels? Horror, mystery, and psychological stories are my favorite, and not romance. When I read a romantic novel, my whole body convulses. They simply do not appeal to me.

She shrugged, a little awkwardly. I smiled back, wanting to put her at ease. “Thank you, Sie. I really appreciate it.” We flicked through some new books and papers while we waited for the pizza to arrive. They were all much the same – long, winding documentation of vampire sightings from the Victorian era, many of which were clearly allegories for something else, like impudent women or the fear of industrialisation.

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Seeing the stack of books piled up high on top of the table I knew I had found the right table. “Alec, I think we should go look in the kitchen. No one is back here.” Savenia said. “That my dear is where you are drastically wrong.” Once we reached the back table I watched as Savenia looked at several of the titles of the books piled on top. “History of the Werewolves. Psychology of the Paranormal. Ancient Greek Mythology. Witches and their Divine Power. Fae and the Woodland Creatures. The History of Dracula and the Vampire Methodology. Werebears and Shifters of all Kinds. Whoaaa. Those are some serious titles. I wonder who checked all these books, then lifted them here.” Savenia said.