Darkest Vampire Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lord Voldemort declared as his eyes took a shade of black and the hall was engulfed with a deadly aura. . . . CAMDEN COLLEGE. "Any update about Dorian and co?" Mr Derek asked the wolves which he had assembled earlier in search of the missing teens. "We're sorry Mr Derek but we weren't able to..." The wolf couldn't finish his statement as he was interrupted by an angry voice. "What the hell happened to my son?" A man yelled as he walked into Mr Derek office making the wolves flinch in fear. Who wouldn't be scared of him? He was the almighty vampire, the mercyless and fearless God of war who has killed countless alphas during wars.

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?

He stood up immediately and hurriedly took a deep bow. "Adrik." The silhouette ignored his son on the ground and gazed intently at Adrik, who wasn't in the least surprised at his sudden appearance. "Vlad." Adrik's lips arched up and he gazed at the silhouette that was known as the one and only Vlad the Impaler, the strongest and ruler of all vampires. His entire body was draped in a black cloak, and his dark raven short hair matched his pitch-black eyes, which complemented his pale skin and gave him the appearance of a young man.

I gathered the dense power in my palm and struck it towards him, the aim merely grazed his arm, my ability to manipulate the energy was lacking. He'd lied! It hurt him. There was a huge gash on his arm where the white light had hit, he was bleeding but his blood was dark and black instead of red. Vampires craved the blood of every other creature but their own, and the blood of werewolves were the most enticing to them. Seeing his wound made something clench in my heart, an unconscious feeling that I couldn't control. It hurt as if the wound was on me and not him.

I remind her, digging my hands into my hair. Her expression breaks, as she takes my hands into her freezing ones. "I won't let you." I shake my head, knowing what I have to do. "Then I won't stay here." "I'm afraid you don't have any other choice,” Dax mutters from the doorway. I look back at Mary. I’m selling my soul to a Demon. I’m giving my life over to him, to let him use me as he pleases. He’s going to come for me…he’s going to get what he wants. And soon.

In this Dark World, I have no one, No family, No friends, No love, and No father. When my father heard about me, becoming a murderer. He collapsed on the ground, outside of the lock-up and never stood up. He is still sleeping in heaven, looking at me, praying for my safety with my mother. Your Honour! Lawyers! And court person, You all know that the Dark world has beasts, Monsters, Devils, Demons, and Hades but they are old now and only appear in fairytales. Do you know why? because Humans are worse than them.

It couldn’t be. The temperature changed. Almost as if the air conditioner itself knew the devil had returned and needed to make the room warmer. Her body went into alarm. The hairs on her skin rose. Her hands froze around the speaker. She didn’t want to turn around. She didn’t want to confirm it. But she had to. Slowly, Eliana looked toward the doorway. There he was. Standing in his perfect darkness. Like the dead had returned to life. Black upon black. Everything about him wrapped in shadows, like darkness itself had chosen a body. Cesare stood in the doorway.

- here Duk cut himself off, remembering that a person actually knows a lot about their life, because a whole book was written by his hand about the dark ones. - Oh, nuda, you know a lot about our life. Duke says with a smile. - The fact is that the dark clans of the night directly depend on the dark energy that permeates everything around, it permeates everything everywhere with streams of power. Our nature of existence in this world is due to dark energy. This is the most powerful source, but it has a significant drawback, the light of the sun somehow breaks the connections in the flows of dark energy; dark beings cannot fully use this energy. Not a single werewolf, for example, is able to

If there is something I do not want, it is to be placed in the darkness. "Someone better tell me what is happening." I shift my gaze from each person face. Crescent is the first to talk. "He is back. His name is Doomsblood, the most barbaric Vampire the world has ever encountered. He can see templates of the future, which makes him the hardest vampire to capture. Luna captured him but before then he sired Marcellus and Kael. Luna believed it was his way to come back, and now, it looks like it."

The team huddled closer, their fear palpable, but I couldn’t let them scatter. “Hold your ground. Watch the shadows.” A blur erupted from the darkness, a male vampire with crimson eyes charging straight for Hansel. My instincts kicked in. I lunged, tackling the vampire mid-stride, my shoulder screaming as we hit the ground. His claws raked my arm, drawing blood, but I pinned him down, my weight crushing his chest. He snarled, fangs gleaming, his strength unnatural as he thrashed beneath me.