Empire Of The Vampire 2 Mga Nobela at Kwento

She slipped past the invisible barrier. Emily gasped, trying to turn, but the vampire was already there. Cold, dead fingers gripped her arm. "Found you," the vampire whispered in her ear. SLASH. Talons raked down Emily’s forearm. It wasn't a deep cut, but it was agonizing. It felt like ice water had been injected into her veins. Emily cried out, clutching her arm. Blood—bright, hot, human blood—spilled onto the snow. The scent hit the vampires like a drug. They groaned, their eyes glazing over with lust.

Silas stared at the three guys in front of him. "According to this book written by our ancestors and kept by the Queen and King, Red Woods is the last empire of living vampires nowadays. In short, we are the last vampires standing. Decades ago, Red Woods is divided into five regions: Auburn of North, Cerise of East, Vermillion of Metropolis, Carmine of West, and Carnelian of South. We are now at Vermillion." He flipped the book, showing the map to Jet and Raze while pointing at the regions.

​The Hera Empire—a land where humans and blood-drinkers supposedly coexisted in peace. At least, that was the facade presented to the world. Thanks to those gifted with holy power. The physically superior vampires remained subservient, refraining from indiscriminate slaughter. However, today, that peace was nowhere to be found. Elenor bolted upright, her body drenched in a cold sweat. A nightmare had just clawed through her sleep. A vision of a girl running through a burning field, screaming the name of the man who had pinned her down the night before.

Oblivion took hold of me, and a chamber of ice encased my swollen heart. ** The story continues in Book 2: The Bloodstone Vampire. Out December 1st 2020. Thank you for reading SRWW – I hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as I have!**

Jessica yelled, the speed the female vampire was going on making the wind carry her voice away. “I am Emily,” the dark head, blue-eyed vampire introduced herself, putting Jessica down. “Former fated and claimed mate of Prince Deacon.” “Former?” Jessica questioned. “We will wait out the day that is about to break here,” Emily said, and pulled the curtains. “As far as I know, the midnight sun here in Alaska has no effect on vampires,” Jessica said, walking over to the door. “We are not in Alaska anymore.” Emily blocked her path to the door. “Where are we?” Jessica demanded to know.

Tharros said and I saw Kiran stable a little bit but his hand was clunched into a fist. Just then a maid opened the room to the study room in great panic. “Master, Miss Emily is sleepwalking and she looks creepy………. Emily POV I remember being in the study and now I was standing in a meadow. Suddenly the area became pitch black and the air became heavy. “Child time is running out. Look to your left” I heard a voice saying in my head and I looked to the left. The world was divided and werewolves and vampires were in a gruesome war. It was severe and quite disturbing. I saw Kiran the werewolf and Lucien fighting each other and there was great animosity between them. When their fists collided th

Her breathing was heavy, "You're my mate, and I don't care to hear about past females in your life. Do I need to kick your ass a little more to remind you?" He couldn't help but laugh and Cheri joined in. "It's the middle of the night for me but I think the winner gets first choice." Emily rolled Brandt beneath her without resistance. She disengaged from him and stood to walk toward Cheri. She met the vampire's stare straight on. "He is mine and I don't care what happened before me, but if you change your mind about his father and want him back, I will fight." "You will die." The words held no humor or softness.

At their head stood Madox, his face twisted in a triumphant, murderous rage, flanked by the senior council elders. At the exact same fraction of a second, the shadows along the southern ridge violently detached themselves from the stone. The elite vanguard of the Obsidian Coven materialized like an army of ghosts, their dark velvet cloaks absorbing the bruised light of the sky. Standing gracefully at their front, her iridescent violet eyes flashing with a terrifying, absolute malice, was Lady Cynthia Bathory. Beside her stood Lord Cassian, his ancient, translucent face completely devoid of mercy. The two separate empires had converged. Hundreds of wolves and hundreds of vampires stood in a m

Her eyes had dropped instead to Emily's palm, and Emily followed her gaze down to find a symbol burned there, glowing faintly against her skin like it had been carved from the inside out — intricate, ancient, a shape Emily had never seen before in her life. Her mother clearly had. "No," she whispered. "Mom, what am I?" Her mother backed away one slow step at a time, hand pressed hard over her own mouth, tears falling freely now, and when she finally spoke again, her voice had dropped to something barely above breath. "You're the child the witches tried to kill." Her eyes fixed on the crimson blazing in Emily's own, refusing to look away even as every instinct in her seemed to be screaming to

AVA'S POV “For a queen you are, you're getting a bit too comfortable with these humans,” Rowan whispered, his breath tickling my skin and his voice husky and laced with a hint of warning. My gaze narrowed, eyes flashing red with a hint of danger as I took in his words. “And what makes you think so, my love?” I purred, my voice dripping with sweetness as my fingers trailed his bare chest down below to his hard member. Of course we were lying naked in all our glory, skin flawless yet had a pale color to it, and this was absolutely normal being vampires.