Novel & Cerita Fantasy Male Vampire

She said inwardly as she quickly walked back to her room. After the intense sex, Camilla held onto Sebastian on the bed. "That was good" she said biting her lips while looking into Sebastian's eyes. "Yes but something bad is about to happen" Sebastian said and Camilla blinked repeatedly and before she could ask why he said that, Sebastian moved quickly and she felt something sharp sinking into her neck. She wanted to scream but instead tears fell out of her eyes as she felt Sebastian sucking her blood. "What...are you? Camilla asked while crying. She had heard about stories of vampires but never believed it. Even now, she wished it was a dream. A bad dream. Pulling away from her neck, Sebast

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

She had noticed he was quite open when it came to expressing himself although mave had said, dius had always been a mystery to her she couldn’t see it he seemed transparent to her “oh little tank your a bit early for our meeting” he said stopping she gawked unable to do anything else as she took in the picture of all of him almost naked, jesus he was magnificent. She had a need to lick all those droplets as he grabbed her wrist and fed. She blinked a couple of times to erase the picture of it as he stared waiting. He hadnt moved but he hadnt expressed anything either, she knew for a fact vampires could smell arousel but for some reason it never seemed to bother him when she got turned on, in

He's still as young and handsome as before, isn't he? As soon as Aurora finished speaking, both she and Maris burst into laughter. Vampires not only possess immortality but even their appearance is never affected by time. If Harvey had the characteristics of a pureblood vampire and kept the mature, elegant features of a thirty-year-old man, Maris and Samson seemed more childish than he was. When they became vampires, they were only twenty years old. However, because Maris always likes to wear heavy makeup, she looks older than her neighbor Samson.

I broke out into an immediate coughing fit. "I'll take that as an enthusiastic no." A second strange voice rang out into the kitchen. I straightened my back when I noticed the presence of a male. He had curly brown hair sitting on top of his head, a sharp nose, and blue eyes that stared down at me. Immediately, my senses sharpened and moved from that relaxing stance. This man was a vampire, a pureblood like Sol. Maybe he was about the same age from what I could tell about his presence. "Is he asleep?" the woman asked the man. He nodded. I watched as he moved toward her. I didn't miss the look of adoration on his face when he embraced her and laid a kiss on the woman's cheek.

the male speaks, a smile that shows his sharpened canines and unnaturally pale skin, a vampire. He is outright beautiful, like a statue; his midnight black eyes move from Draven to Myra’s, a spark of curiosity in them just as Draven’s hand reaches for her waist. The male then takes in a whiff of the air as those dark eyes brighten with intrigue as she looks back at Draven with irritation and intrigue on his face. "This is no wolf or human, Draven… What have you done?"

It wasn't worth thinking about, wasn't worth indulging in the rage the constantly lived in his soul. Entering the room at the bottom of the hallway, he watched the confused expression that crossed the face of the male within with another cruel tilt of his lips. Agony slipped off to the side as the male rose and walked to the open door, staring up the hallway to his guard who was shrugging his shoulders. Faraday was a tall man, beautiful as all vampires were, but with a coldness to his blue eyes that spoke of unhidden cruelty. He was old, possibly around about the eighteen hundred year mark, which was surprising for one in his position.

The dim lighting cast shadows across his sharp features, enhancing the undeniable beauty that had always marked him. Valen was a masterpiece of vampire allure. His face, perfectly sculpted, held a quiet but overwhelming intensity. High cheekbones, a strong jawline, and lips that, even in their neutral state, seemed to hold the promise of something dangerous. His raven-black hair fell in soft, controlled waves to his shoulders, framing his face in a way that made it impossible to ignore his piercing crimson eyes. Those eyes, glowing faintly in the dim light, held centuries of knowledge, pain, and fury—yet beneath the coldness, there was something infinitely more dangerous: control. Complete a

The overly good looking man said cheerfully with very white teeth. I wanted to send my aura out to feel what he was, but I didn't want to take the chance. His aura was more imposing then Cash's, it almost rivaled Michael's and Lou's energy in regards to power. I stared at him, though it was hard not to. Then I caught a clue. Cash said something in response that made the man smile larger and I could see the canines and premolars even better. He was a vampire, he had to be.

But, then again, there could be worse things than spending the rest of your life happy. I waited until they passed, then darted around the school. And around the corner, I caught a male vamp's scent, when something hit me hard on the side of the head. I was dazed, but got up and saw him. He was a tall vamp with brunette curly hair and dark brown eyes. A guttural growl erupted from deep within his chest.