Evil Vampire Romane & Geschichten

"But I'm not bad or evil, and neither are my friends. But there are bad things that live in the Underworld. My mama and papa have to stay away from them because they want to possess anything that feels like human. We call them Wraiths. There are even worse things in the Underworld, but luckily they are trapped, like when my mama and papa were forced to stay in Limbo. Humans are so powerful that they are the only ones who can call the bad ones up to earth, but that made the bad demons mad. So they made the Neratomay." "So the Neratomay are evil and the Chosen are good?" Sasha asked. "Because I've never met a good Vampire!" "Lupa." A lady frowned, reminding her that they were in the presence o

"I can feel your fear, smell your blood, and my body is screaming to take a big, huge bite." Elijah Orleans was overcome with uncontrollable fear that seemed to fill every part of his body. The woman standing before him had a face that turned dark as she stared at him. She pulled back a little, her chest rising, and her mouth opening in a way that he knew was not possible for a normal human being. Large fangs came out in the place of her normal teeth, and her face took on the shape of a ferocious animal. Veins popped out on her face, and her pure brown eyes turned a shade of black worse than anything he had ever seen before. She growled, emitting the most terrifying sound he had ever heard.

The air smelled awful, like something rotten, and the silence scared me even more. When my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I saw Adrian next to me, also tied up and unable to do anything. I felt relieved that he was there, but then I saw the scary figures around us. They were vampires, and their eyes looked mean and cruel. They watched us with an evil kind of pleasure. "Adrian... Adrian can you hear me?" I said in a muffled voice. "Lily.." He was tied up in a kneeling position with chains around every joint in his body.

He already knows what is wrong but he still needs to confirm. He studied the young woman's wounds. There are scratches around her arms and legs. Probably from the dragging by her predators. Jones is a vampire but after years of practicing self-control, he managed to make his senses devoid of any scent. If his guess was true, then this woman's blood wouldn't affect him no matter how addictive her blood is.

“Why don’t we skip all the theatrics and go straight to the point Eve, if there is something you want to tell me go ahead and say it but I must warn you, it won’t mean a thing.” “A hybrid is a creature that is part vampire and part wolf. But ion my own terms I like to call them an abomination.” “No less better than the witch creature you are trying to create” I spat. Eve turned to face me and from her cloak she pulled out something pale and as I set my eyes on it I felt like my mouth had been stuffed full of sawdust. “From you expression you must know what I’m carrying. All I need to do is stick this into your body anywhere I choose and you’re done for.

Although she hated Adrian for everything he did to her, she was still ready to make that kind of horrible sacrifice just to save Dabria. Eve turned to glare and Angel Azrael. She didn't want him to share all that information with Dabria and Zeus. "It all started when Adrian had turned Eve. She was not a human being. She was half witch and half grim reaper. Eve never knew about that power. But it saved her life and her people twice actually. She has the demon vampire powers. They call it a demon vampire not a grim reaper and vampire hybrid because they have weaknesses. And grim reapers don't have those kinds of weaknesses." Angel Azrael was staring into Eve's eyes as he added further. Dabria

In a malevolent transformation, the visage of the handsome vampire dissolved, giving way to a nightmarish manifestation of his true, demonic form. Silas engaged in a relentless battle with the elder vampires, sensed a surge of malevolence that transcended the battlefield's tumult. A shiver of dread crawled through his undead existence as he beheld the metamorphosis of Dylan into an ancient vampire, an embodiment of centuries-old malevolence. The once elegant figure is now twisted into a demonic entity, an incarnation of vampiric power at its zenith.

Her once-feminine face was stretched into a rictus grin, mouth dripping with thick black saliva. “You dare compare us to vampires,” she seethed. “Those simpering bloodsuckers suckle the night like infants. We are older. We are fire.” "You all crawl out of the same pit, far as I’m concerned!” Evangeline spat as she swerved around a support beam. That did it. Nyra shrieked - an unholy sound that shattered the remaining garage lights above - and charged. Her claws scraped up sparks as she lunged again, hate burning from her body in waves.Evangeline ducked and rolled, but this time she was truly too late.

I hurried after her and patted her on the shoulder happily. "She" turned back. "She" is not Eva at all, but a grinning vampire with broken yellow teeth and deep-set eyes. The Vampire made a terrible smile at me, stretched out his thin fingers, and his long black nails almost poked me in the face. "Ah!" I screamed, turned and ran!

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea