Desmond Book Vampire Novels & Stories

Then, she heard the soft click of the door as Eva pulled it shut. Bookshelves lined one wall behind the huge rosewood desk. There were books of all shapes and sizes, but most of them were old, part of Dante's collection. The rest of the walls were adorned with portraits which Flora did not want to look at. Flora noted the absence of any photographs at the desk or, come to think of it, anywhere in the mansion. There were only these strange portraits who could not be related to Dante and whose presence bothered Flora as she cleaned the room.

I ran out before she can ask more questions. Luckily no one stopped me from leaving when they saw the basket I was holding. They probably thought that I went out for herb gathering. The moment I stepped outside the park area, I ran as fast as I could, sprinting through the forest. A grey figure flashed and blocked me. It was a werewolf. "Who are you?" I asked worriedly. The figure's body contracted, and it shifted into a blonde-haired man. "Desmond," the name rang in my brain. He was a very evil man and always enjoys torturing the omegas. I remembered in the future he will try to rape me and was caught; Damian was angry and sentenced him to death.

He opened it and read in it: [For more than a century, I have been hiding in the dark places alone in the world, until now. I am a vampire and this is my story. ] [ I should not have come here, as I am sure of the danger of this step, but I have no other choice to know it!! ] The introduction of the book aroused his curiosity to browse through some pages, read some prominent headlines: [There is nothing left of humanity in Damon, no good, no kindness, and no feelings of love! ] [You desire a love that consumes all your energy, sustains you with passion, adventure, and even some danger

The vampire bent down to her level with a smirk. "I bet it won't, deary." He said maliciously before he flipped open the door to our cage. Why was she doing this?! Why was she taking my blame?! I wanted to say something, to push her out of the way and admit what I had done, but my body refused to move or speak. Doe let out a terrified gasp as the vampire grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and dragged her out of the cage, slamming the door closed. He watched for a few seconds as she stumbled to get back on her feet.

As we were walking back to our room, Red suddenly ran into a girl who was wearing reading glasses. "I'm sorry," he apologized as we helped her collect her books. "It's all right," the woman said. She looked like someone who enjoyed studying, was petite, had two braids on each side of her shoulders, and wore thick reading glasses. Looking at her ID lace, I could tell she was a vampire. "We'll assist you in carrying these books." I smiled at her and reached for her books, but Red suddenly stopped me and asked the girl. "Are you one of our classmates?" Red asked with a sneer. I know Red is annoyed with our classmates, and the girl also feels Red's annoyance with her.

With a swift move, Desmond's hand shot out and grasped Xavier's throat, his wolf claws digging into his neck, threatening to sever his carotid arteries. A cold laugh erupted from Desmond. “You shouldn't have come, Xavier. You really shouldn't.” Desmond moved his head closer to Delta Xavier's neck, smelling his fresh blood. “You really should have stayed away, boy, for you will be the one to satisfy my bloodlust.” Desmond's eyes gleamed with an unknown ferocity. His humanity all but gone. As his fangs extended with a deep, ferocious growl, Desmond said in a low voice, “Goodbye, Xavier.”

He smirks as whatever he is going to do with them runs in his mind. The Vampire wanting to feel more like a human walks on the road slowly. He smiles as he remembers how beautiful his Life was until he turned into a blood sucking monster because of a devil named Darcy. The innocence of his has left his heart because of the brutal impact on his heart and his body but then he is missing that innocence in him. He is missing the feeling of being just a human being with no supernatural powers. If given a chance then he would go back to him being a human but then that is not at all possible. He is walking on the road when he feels a fresh human fruity fragrance hit his nose. He sees a beautiful hu

He turned to look at Damien Damien was one irresponsible vampire that cared not for the life of anyone. Damien's hands were soaked in thousands of people's blood. He literally killed for fun. Watching Damien care for a life for the first time in his existence made Alden question what his connection with the lady was "Bring her" Alden replied and walked out of the room. Damien carried Elsie and followed Alden into another room which had medical instruments in it

Damon’s head snapped up to see one of the other students, Desmond, holding the picture between his fingers with a sly grin. “One of your whores?” Damon’s heart skipped a beat—and then a surge of uncontrollable anger coursed through him. His fists clenched as he rose from the bench, towering over Desmond. “Give it back,” Damon demanded, his voice low but dangerous. Desmond chuckled, holding the picture up just out of reach. “What, is she special or something? I’ve never seen you lose your cool over a girl before. Thought you didn’t care about any of them.”

“Let’s check the previous writings of Ness and then start writing about the camping.” “Okay,” he said and they started to read the previous posts. ### Two hours have passed since the post about camping in the jungle on social media. Becca was in the library, trying to find books on the vampires, but surprisingly she found no interesting and informative books on the subject. Almost as if someone checked out all the vampire-related books at once. Becca chuckled at that thought. After all, why would someone take all the vampire-related books at once? While looking for books, her cell-phone rang all of a sudden. She pulled it out of the pocket of her jeans and looked at the caller ID.