Fanfiction Vampire Academy Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You have no right to speak to me like that. You humiliated me in front of everyone. You called me pathetic after saving me. What is your problem, Raymond?" He let out a short, cold laugh. "My problem is that I’m bound to you. A soft human hybrid who can’t even control her own magic. The bond will devour my powers, yet here you stand, expecting me to be nice." I felt tears stinging my eyes but held them back. "I never expected you to be nice. I just expect you to stop treating me like dirt. I want this bond as little as you do. My parents sent me here, and I hate it. I hate this academy. I hate the stares. And I hate you for making it even worse."

Edith felt sick giving Ana this news because honestly, she had so much more news to give her, but none of it could be seen in any better light than this news. “Vampiric Frenzy, it’s called. It’s when a vampire released their inner beast and lets it relish in whatever it pleases. Usually, it’s interests are hunting, feeding, and killing. The vampire will find some why to justify what they are doing, and we usually lock them up for everyone’s safety or if we can’t do that, then we have to kill them. There isn’t much more that can be done. Mages have tried to find a way to cure it, and I believe they are close, but not yet. It’s a mental and chemical problem. Our brains are so strong that they’

Horror overwhelmed him as the world started to fade. I held Magdalena close as I watched Garth pace the room. She’d confided her identity to me which was something I guessed I already knew in the recesses of my mind. She’d been surprised at how calmly I accepted the information. Of course, she had no way of knowing that I’d already had a love affair with a mutant-vampire, or an almost mutant-vampire. I saw no reason to volunteer the information; especially since Magdalena wasn’t a vampire, but a vympire. I was actually worried the knowledge might somehow repel her from me.

She went back to her notebook and then to her bank account. “Should I keep doing this?” She asked herself, feeling a little guilty about spending so much money on her vampire-hunting obsession. But after a few seconds, she snapped back to reality. “Why should I feel bad about spending money on something I really wanted? I’ve been seriously wondering if vampires really exist, and now that I know they do, why am I having such doubts?” She was shaking her head to help dispel her thoughts and guilt. “This is once in a lifetime chance that I will have, so this is worth it. When compared to seeing a real vampire, four million pesos is nothing!” She said, trying to smile after a few seconds. “But i

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Both ignored me. A hush fell over the entire room. A slim, terrifyingly beautiful blonde woman walked onto the stage. Her power hit me like a slap in the face. Her eyes glowed. Her heels didn’t make a sound. Her voice cut through the air like glass when she spoke. “Welcome to Gravemire Academy.” No applause. No smiles. She continued. “This school is alive. It breathes. It sees. And if you disrespect it, it may decide to eat you.” I blinked.

Their children, Anna Cheyenne and Jacob, had grown into their own, embodying the power and grace of their lineage. Anna Cheyenne, with her striking red hair and piercing green eyes, had always been the more adventurous of the two. She roamed the kingdom with a fierce determination, her laughter echoing through the ancient halls. Her heart, however, was tethered to a vampire named Elias, a noble with a mysterious past. Together, they explored the depths of their heritage, uncovering secrets long buried in the annals of vampire history. Their bond was a testament to the strength of their kind—passionate, intense, and unyielding.

At least Mom hadn’t lied about that. Find something better to do with yourself, the voice in my head said. There was no point in crying myself to sleep. That would be pathetic. If Carter and Emily wanted to be together, fine. They could do whatever the hell they wanted—as long as they left me out of it. I decided I wouldn’t get involved with them anymore. Not after Emily’s stunt. Now, everyone in school thought I was some kind of slut. Hypocritical. The pictures meant nothing—well, not nothing, but still. Even I didn’t know what the hell was going on. If someone had told me before that I’d get involved with not just one supernatural creature, but four of them, I would’ve called them insane.

“If your mother simply made up her tale, where would she have heard of a one-fanged vampire? Awareness of the existence of grafhym is exceedingly uncommon.” The professor's words struck Leesa like a slap. Since she had not known one-fanged vampires existed, she had always assumed the story was a creation of her mom's imagination. But how likely was her mom's imagination to have hit so close to what Dr. Clerval had just read from the old manuscript? One fang, maybe—there would have to be only one fang to explain the single puncture in her neck. But the idea of a flawed transfer of power? That was too close to the mark. Leesa breathed deeply. Not since she was a very young child had she found

“Luna Acacia, what is the meaning of this?!” Aaron was livid. He can’t believe that one of the vampire clans is here, standing with us. I never assume anything when Acacia asked me to come outside because she brought a vampire with her. She shifted her eyes to Aaron. “This is my other mate, a vampire named Dianthus. I’ve been with him longer than my two alphas.” Said Acacia, while the vampire slightly bows to us.