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The woman coughed up blood into her face, the look on that face priceless to her “now you and yours are ours” she said into that womans face The woman stared as a moan of pain made it passed the mouth full of blood “say it” she demanded “yours...” the woman said coughing up blood She took out the stake and used the tip to cut a line on her wrist offering it to the woman who had fallen on her knees. The woman spit out whatever was in her mouth then took her hand taking her wrist to her mouth and pulling her blood and her eyes closed at the ecstasy of the vampire feeding, which shouldn’t have happened , the woman hadn’t bit her. Either way she pulled that hair, the woman complied and her lips

I wish the gods or ancestors or whoever was in charge of this distribution will look down on me and grant me the gift of gab so I can convince the rigid elders of my kingdom to grant me permission to leave. I wish I could just send out the royal servants to find but it'd be a waste of manpower. Even with their keen senses the task seems almost impossible. Sarah's is in an entirely different world. I'm not sure how I'm going to find her but I know there'll be something to guide me through this mess when I open the history books in the palace. There has to be a reference, Sarah can't be the only irresponsible vampire in history. SARAH'S POV. The room looked very basic and I liked it. I guess t

Alaric began to move towards Dr Sam in a slow but domineering manner , this made Dr Sam keep on moving back till he entered the rays of light coming from the window. "Aren't you vampires allergic to sunlight?" Dr Sam said in fear. His statement made Alaric realize something, the vampire who was betraying them is a low level Vampire who would probably be a few decades old . Vampires indeed had special powers that grew with age. A vampire who is about three centuries old would be able to walk in sunlight with minimum adverse effect . With decades , he would be able to blend as a human walking comfortably in sunlight, but a vampire who's a few decades old wouldn't be able to withstand the heat

*Centuries ago, a time where Vampires, sphinx and werewolves lived together in peace, love and harmony, until evil covered the cloud of Transylvania* My name is Luther, I'm a vampire from the old world, I am over 400 years old, I lived in Transylvania, my father was the over Lord (Dracula) my mom was a werewolf (Tania) from Romania (another city where werewolves and other creatures live) but died 200 years after my younger sisters' birth, her name is Annabelle, she is 300 years old, I was to be dad's successor but everything changed when my father was killed, it was the day of my inauguration, we were ambushed by our own people, sects of disloyal elves and Sphinx, and it all turned out to b

“The simple fact is that we don’t really know, do we? Maybe there’s more than one first vampire, maybe there isn’t, but we may never know the real truth.” “I guess so,” she said, but she didn’t like his explanation. Quietly, she wondered if she could find the truth. If she was going to live forever, she’d have to do something with her time – becoming a vampire historian didn’t sound like a bad way to spend that time. “Do you have any other questions?” Matthew asked. “One,” she said. “If stakes and crosses can’t harm us, what can?” “Decapitation is the only known way to kill us.”

DEVIN It took me about twenty minutes to drive over to the countess of blood's house. Wilhelmina"Lilith" Harker was the crazy undead bride of the most fearsome vampire that ruled the eighteenth century. Her nickname was coined from her unending taste for men's blood after the assassination of her husband Vlad the impaler. It was said that she was unable to feel a love any like the kind Dracula has shown to her and had reverted to reliving the only memory she and her husband shared; draining the lives of the innocent. Given all that, Lilith made her home in a ritzy subdivision by the name of the fraternity house where she threw unholy parties with her sires and pets before she got bored and k

It gathered around, thickening and bristling so that all who came in contact with it were immediately rebuffed by its scorching heat and rough edges. The vampires waged a bloody war against the Brevians, ripping off flesh and digging out hearts. They fed on the blood of their victims after every kill, thereby getting stronger and fiercer. The Brevians fled for their lives after seeing their comrades drop down in alarming amounts. The vampires chased after them, killing them with shocking speed. By midnight, over five thousand Brevian soldiers lay dead. The vampires fed on their blood until they could drink no longer then they faced the Jaresh empire's central city.

"People have always been fascinated with serial killers, don't you think? Just look at the most popular crime fiction and you'll find that a lot of them are about serial killers." Jon tried to recall the crime films that he had seen and he could tell that what Dante was suggesting might be plausible. "Violence had always fascinated humans," continued Dante. "The early stories told in ancient times were often about the hunt for prey or how warriors killed men from their enemy tribes. The gladiators of ancient Rome killed for the entertainment of the early Romans." Dante was silent for a while so Jon asked, "Should we get started?" Jon was eager to start so that he could rest for the night and

In the vampire world only the powerful reign supreme. Cata replaced her gloves and the remaining guards left the room with her heading to her father's study. Anger at the way the night went is all she felt. This was supposed to be the easy part. But of course Acacia and Cassandra ruined it, the way they ruined everything before. At least one of them isn't around to disrupt anything else. She thought. A small smiled played on her lips. Finally Acacia was dead. No remorse or regret was felt on her part. Find authorized novels in W******l，faster updates, better experience，Please click www.novelhall.comfor visiting.

All the same, she went through it with yet another sigh. It didn’t tell her much. It was just the usual definition of vampires, their history, some validities of their reality, and sources. Merely scrolling down, she picked up the most common keywords classic monsters and Count Dracula, which happened to be a legend from Bram Stoker’s epic novel, Dracula. She had already read it and things were becoming rather repetitive. No matter how hard she tried to fit Zheira’s description to how the article described vampires, there weren’t any. Fuming silently, she went back to the search bar and typed creatures with horns and golden eyes, and the results were as implausible as the first.