Novel & Cerita Bill The Vampire

Sean replied. “Bring him to me,” Carl ordered. “There’s a problem, my lord—he’s a vampire.” “What? How can a vampire enter Santossa?” Carl’s brows furrowed in disbelief. “Well, according to my research, that vampire is married to a human. He survives on animal blood and owns a vacation house at the boundary between Santossa and Carreon City—a free city where humans reside. He was out hunting deer and rabbits when he witnessed the event.” “Hop in. Let’s go meet him at his place,” Carl said, excitement lighting up his face. Finally, the puzzle might be solved.

Brian's POV My name is Brian. Brian Johannes Adams. I'm not an ordinary human as you might think. I'm a vampire, yup. You heard and read it correctly, I'm a vampire. The Adams family is the last descendants of King George Adams, who led the vampire nation hundreds of years ago. We used to reside in Romania, but something unfortunate happened that led me to New York.

“Dad. I will be back in a minute. I need to take out the trash.” Nina boomed as she dragged the black trash bag while heading to the door. “Ok. Sweetie.” Lane bellowed from the kitchen. Nina shut the door behind her before she ambled toward the trash can that was opposite their house. As she opened the lid, she threw it in the trash bag and slammed it. She turned to walk back to the front porch and she met an unfamiliar pale face. Nina knew it was a vampire because of her looks. She stepped away from the trash can and slowly moved backward. It dawned on her that she wasn't the only vampire there when her smooth slender body hit a tall muscular man who was behind her. She jumped on her feet a

he muttered with a sly smile, staring at the expanse of sky from the window of the room. Suddenly Christoper turned around, inadvertently hearing his father's words. "Holy blood? What do you mean, why is he looking for holy blood?" he asked, frowning. William turned to look at the wolf with the news, signaling him to come out and leave him with his son. After the wolf left, William responded to Christoper's question. "To kill me," William replied casually. Christoper's hand clenched perfectly, he would never let his father or mother be killed. Moreover, the vampires did it.

Chapter 18 "What?! Are you serious, Blake? She's here to kill you?" Veronica exclaimed after Blake told her about what he heard the other day and when she started speaking. "I'm serious, she's an angel, and her mission is to kill me..." he repeated. Veronica sighed, knowing that Blake was a vampire means it was not possible that the girl she thought was something special was actually an angel. She thought she might be like Blake or other creatures like a werewolf, after watching the CCTV footage but to find out she was an "ANGEL," she was surprised.

And for that reason alone, I could not have dreamed that vampirism is based on truth. Let's face it. I don't meet the profile of the typical girl turned vampire or girl turned vampire killer. Bella is too tragic, Buffy is a cheerleader, and I'm a black girl from the 'hood. I work nine to five at a local cable company. Drop-dead gorgeous men are not stalking me, and my rounded body does not fit neatly into a size two.

I was truly fucked. He took another step closer. His jaws were clenched like he was straining hard against something but losing the battle terribly. In a split second, he appeared directly in front of me and gripped my hand, holding up my palm between us. Oh goodness. I didn't get another chance at life only to be drained by a handsome vampire. Somebody save me! I tried again.

I saw with my eyes wide open as pale in bloom and did recognise of what is written and what is foretold. Billy was speaking while a group of men heard his voice and went to listen with their eyes amazed and mouth wide open. ‘Who did you see?’ random crowd inquired Billy raised his head and with a look made of all sweet accord answered. ‘I sight the Wolve price.’ His voice in awe and dismay he continued. ‘He had saved me from a trench in my bewildered, a three of tattered vampires attacked in flight like a lightning strike in the glorious realm of the blue....sky’.

Faith asks, incredibly spooked now that her only exit seemed to have disappeared before her very eyes. "Somewhere you should be very far from." William chuckled drily, as Faith stood up slowly. "What do you mean?" She gulps. Ignoring her, William answers: "Come sit down Faith... I need to tell you something." Walking on shaky, teetering legs Faith staggers towards the table with a pure white cloth covering the length, blemished only by a small droplet of red where Faith seated herself, looking expectantly towards William. "Faith... what you saw with the secretary last week, and last night... it was real. I'm a vampire."

“Look up Godwin Walters and tell me how long ago he was infected with vampirism.” “Yes sir. One moment, please.” We sat in silence while we waited for Billingsworth to return with the information. “He has been a vampire for seventy-five years, your highness.” “Who turned him?” “A vampire named Serena. From what I can tell, she was a pure vampire and she turned him with venom.” “That’s harsh,” my grandfather said as he shuddered. “Thank you, Morton.” “Yes, sir. And… sir?”