Fantasy Vampire 소설 & 이야기

she shouted and my apartment began to rotate. Before I could say anything, she turned a vampiress and charged towards me, the next thing I felt was a sharp pain on my neck, I felt like my spirit is leaving me, I began to lost my strength little by little before I finally blacked out. . . . 🪐VAMPIRES WORLD 🪐. 👻Princess Maijat👻.

He stood over me, all raw power and dangerous. I whimpered when I bumped my arm, and he knelt closer to me. He was on all fours, hovering over me. My bones were quickly healing, and I was ready to shove him away. His face was an inch away from mine now, fangs out and hissing. I didn’t know what to do. I had never seen a vampire like this before. He lowered his head and scented my neck. I trembled with fear and anticipation for what I didn’t know.

Every time I brought up another dark romance, another obscure vampire lore theory, another fantasy where the heroine begged to be drained while she came undone, they would groan and roll their eyes. “Elena, for fuck’s sake, you need to get properly fucked by a living, breathing man instead of jerking off to fictional undead dick,” my best friend had laughed the last time. But she didn’t understand. Nothing—no toy, no lover, no late-night fling—had ever come close to the aching, throbbing need that vampire fantasies stirred in me. The surrender. The possession. The exquisite terror of giving your blood, your body, and perhaps even your soul to something far older and more powerful than you.

Willow stared at him for awhile as he kept his eyes away. "Is there something I can do? Get you water or...?" Willow paused. She was throwing options out there, but Dante was no ordinary being. He is a Vampire. She had very little knowledge of the creatures, which was her fault for not being as prepared to possibly deal with them, but how would she have known she would be in the same room as one?

She hesitated, just for a moment, then exhaled and sat beside me, folding her legs beneath her like a cat curling into shadow. “Okay,” she murmured, leaning in close, her voice soft and haunting. “But just the basics for now…” She sat back, shadows curling around her like smoke as she began. “Vampires,” she said, her tone laced with reverence and disdain, “are noble, obsessed with beauty and power. Yes, they drink blood, but that’s just the surface. They’re psychic. Fast. Ancient. Bound by ancient mating laws.” I raised a brow. “Charming.”

"I'll take that as a no." "Vampires are, in general, preternaturally beautiful, sly, vicious, sensual creatures who survive on a mix of certain foods and fresh blood. They are not resurrected people or walking corpses." He snickered. "They have beating hearts, have children, marry, love, and so on, just like everyone else."

{In shadows deep, a war shall brew anon, Where mortal and immortal souls and creatures of the night, Shall clash in battle, bloody and foregone, As day and night doth struggle in their might. Yet 'midst this chaos when wombs go barren, fate shall intertwine, A vampire's heart shall seek its destined mate, In this weave of destiny, the most fertile tribrid mate, gifted with extraordinary powers, shall emerge. She shall be drawn and bound by the cosmic threads of fate. Within her, a world of hues shall dance—a multicoloured aura, radiant with the convergence of her ancient lineages. Together, their union shall unravel mysteries and forge paths anew.

He enlightened her. "Breed? There are breeds? Aren't you all the same?" Adrianna was dumbfounded to know that vampires have different breeds. He got up and went to grab a book from his shelves, and hand a heavy book to Adrianna. "This will help you because I am not good at explaining things and facts." Said Alaric. Her palms touched the cover of the book which looked antique and royal. She read the title 'Vamoose', called Vampire in latin. "You didn't tell me you have kids." Alaric asked her.

My eyes drifted to the woman and saw her blazing red eyes staring at Jaxon intently. "What are you doing to him?! Stop it!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. I remembered Carter had told me that vampires who were born and didn't undergo transition can acquire unique abilities. And what this woman was doing must be her ability. "Why would I? I am enjoying this," the woman said evilly. Tears formed in my eyes as I witnessed how Jaxon kept on shrieking in pain.

I delved into the dusty archives, immersing myself in tales of creatures that prowled the night, their ethereal beauty and insatiable hunger casting a spell over unsuspecting victims. Minutes turned into hours as I meticulously sifted through fragments of information, threads woven into a tapestry of speculation and fear. The vampire's power was said to be unmatched, his influence stretching across generations. Whispers spoke of his ability to control the elements, to command the very forces of nature at will.