Chara Vore Novels & Stories

Char said lightly before walking slowly towards its Razi. "What are you going to do" its impossible for Razi not to be scared now, his trembling body stepping back step by step Char used spatial transfer to appear in front of its Razi all at once. Leaning down, he put his mouth to its Razi's ear and "Little virgin, your blood smells so good, the blood of those cripples is so fishy and stinky, just like the bitch before, can I taste it?" Char's opened his mouth and licked at its Razi's white neck

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

When the light, became dim, a hologram again popped up at mid-air air. ****** Name : Charlotte Richmond Strength : 100 Agility : 40 Intelligence : 25 Mana energy : 100 / per hour Mana type : Elemental (Spirit) Skills : N/A ****** Ubi nodded his head and told Char, " Congratulations! You are selected for the preliminary compitition! Good luck!" " Thank you, uncle Ubi! " Char happily looked at Vis and smiled, Vis also did the same and advanced towards orb.

I think we are way more than the humans. Logan walks beside me. Orpheus, Luther and Victoria came along. Raul, Amber and Katherine went to a bar. The others decided to remain at home since Vampires can go days without feeding. When we spot an easy victim for him, Orpheus helps us corner him. "Okay. When you bite him, in your mind, you have to count up to five seconds. Don't go past that or else you will end up killing him. Understood?" I tell him and he nods. We stand aside and watch him as he devours his first victim.

The room fell eerily still. Then Lila's eyes rolled back. Her mouth opened—and a voice not her own came through. "He is coming." The room darkened, shadows stretching unnaturally. I gripped her hands tighter. "Who?" I asked. "Who's coming?" "Born from rot. Fed by light. Carved in blood and bone. The Vorrak walks." Zordon's breath caught. "What the hell is a Vorrak?" I already knew. The name vibrated through my spine like a curse. Lila's hands jerked in mine as the spirit surged again.

The interior space was all stone just as the vision showed, tall windows high above blacked out, the clear sky sharply pinpointed with uncaring stars. The two vampires in my grip went sliding forward and crashed into their fellows as my vampire power propelled them along, the hovering mob hissing and swiping at Charlotte, glimpses of her through their milling bodies showing me she'd transformed into her werewolf shape. They turned almost en masse to glare at me, spirit magic flashing in flames and lightning strikes around them.

“You’re a vampire? You don’t smell like one.” Charlie looked down his nose at us, a gesture he shouldn’t have been able to make work with the nose he had, pert and freckled as it was. “Rude. And your mate’s not the only one who’s able to use magic for concealment. The difference being, Dor’s works better.”

They swarmed him, three sides, pack style, like how the wolves did it, ripping and slashing him to pieces, hunting in formation. Amanda shredded his side. Alarica crunched his elbow. Charlie yanked his calf, barking— “For you, my princess—care for a twirl with me later?” “Charlie, you lovesick dog!” I yelled, swinging the pipe. Boing!—it smashed Victor’s knee, bone snapping loud and juicy. He screeched, stumbling, and they tore into him—blood splashed, a red puddle on the stones. More vamps hissed, closing in, and Alarica barked. “Move, Leopold, you relentless little flirt—Beatrice, up with you, let’s split!”

>The Morrakai: pale as drowned corpses drifted barefoot through the crowd, their black-veined throat's humming hymns that made lesser vampires sway as if drunk >The Nosferati: gaunt and skeletal, prowled in silence at the festival’s edges, honored only for the terror their presence commanded. And weaving through them all came > The Veythar, silver-eyed predators who prided themselves on elegance, sipping on chalices. Other breeds filled in: >The Morvath breed: broad-shouldered and iron-eyed, wrestled one another in displays of strength, tearing stone pillars from the ground and hurling them like spears.