Novelas y relatos de Cake Vampire

I noticed a small couch in a corner and took a seat on it. "Do you always watch me every night?" She suddenly asked me breaking the silence. "Since you got attacked," I confirmed and she nodded. "You're quite calm for someone who just learned that completely fictional characters actually exist," I pointed out. I've noticed ever since I told her that I was a vampire she kept a calm expression as if she's been told the exact same thing her whole life. "I really don't know either. I just feel this weird sense of belonging." That's probably the effect of the sacred book on her. She's the chosen one so she'd naturally feel attached to our species without even knowing.

“What? Of course not, I love David. I would never do anything to hurt him.” Candice took a long look at Kayden Edwards. A hundred-year-old vampire with a mop of black hair and deep blue eyes that felt like seduction itself. He was tall and of average build. She could see a glimpse of why her brother was so obsessed with this vampire. He was a sexual magnet.

Nothing was going to stop her today. "Of course, I'm the hell raiser remember" She said with a hint of her seductive edge that makes her who she is now. Cassandra reached for the door but it swung open itself. A female vampire in a beautiful light purple gown dashed by them using immortal speed. Cassandra didn't recognize her and proceeded to stroll in with Kellan close behind.

UNKNOWN POV I am washing my face and having a drink from a lake when I get the strong feeling I'm being watched as I turn I see a vampire coming straight at me, I snear knowing I'm not your average wolf, and I can easily take him. As he gets to me I grab him and throw him into the water, my flight or fight response is surprising me as it usually tells me not to fight but not this time. The vampire comes for me again and I let Kylo take control shifting into my wolf. Kylo snaps at him, missing him by centimetres as he hits Kylo in the side "he's not a regular vampire Ky he has no scent be careful" I tell him as he lunges for the vampire again, suddenly a knife comes seemingly out of nowhere a

I nodded, almost infinitesimally, and then I took a step back. Keeping my right eye closed, I grinned around the broken room at the last remaining vampires. There were three: one tall, dark, and would-be handsome (had he not been a murderous blood-sucker); one was short and stout and round, and I wondered how his pot belly and balding head helped him in acquiring a regular blood supply; the other was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, slim and dark, with a perfectly coifed afro and narrowed green eyes – save for the blood smeared around her sensually curved mouth.

David Winston was the first Vampire king who won ten kingdoms after defeating the Dragon king Marcus III and the werewolf king Pyrus, the blood hunter. Elsa read a lot about their journey when she came across a picture that had written about a night creature's consummation. It was such an awful picture. Elsa averted her eyes and slid her fingers to the other page because she didn't want to read it, and the little knowledge her maids gave was enough to understand what was on this page. “Don't,” a cold voice whispered and made Elsa jerk up in the seat with a scream, “O My god! “Shh! Your husband,” Gabriel laugh near her ears and held her in place.

No, Baba, please, Baba, don't do this to me, I am your daughter too, please, Baba. ****** Name of King Elam in Vampire Word ... People trembled with fear because of the headlines in his eyes all the time, which made him even more frightening. His silence was mysterious. Everything was done at his beck and call. People were amazed at his appearance. He was unparalleled in beauty. Girls were just toys for him. She was a very beautiful and delicate girl. She was barely seventeen years old. Her resistance had given him a strange relief. He called the guard inside through the intercom. Who was now waiting for the order with his head bowed?

The vampire watched the movement, and carefully placed a piece of white-blonde hair back into place off his forehead. "Who do we have here?" he asked quietly. "A friend?" Alicia never spoke. The fear on her face was evident. "I'm Blaire Summers. Who are you?" "Zane Cavil. Nice to meet you, Blaire Summers. I'm sorry to intrude on your time, but I paid for mine so—," he reached forward to grab Alicia, but I pulled her back. His eyes flashed a dangerous red color, and he stepped closer. A chill traced my skin, and I watched his gaze travel along my neck, and top. "You're marked," he whispered. "A werewolf."

Usually, she'd have been cursing at them but today she was grateful that they weren't paying enough attention to notice her. The daylight stung her eyes but she was in too much of a haze to care. She only stopped moving when she reached the cemetery. It wasn't a planned destination, she had no specific place in mind when she had fled the house, somehow she'd just found her way there. All she wanted to do was get as far away as possible before she lost control and did something that she would regret. It was a completely foreign feeling, craving blood but she knew something was up the second she inhaled Mason's scent and found herself thinking about his blood. Vampires didn't crave the blood o

"Bloodletting when the vampire is dying." ###