Novel & Cerita Fred Vampires

No human was a match for the two together. "I don't think you are aware of the situation here," Francis seethed to both of them. "Human girls are going missing by the day. It's mass femicide! They are being murdered by vampires in the area, and it is him," Francis pointed at Sol, "Who is the culprit?" Serin scoffed, "I can assure you that my friend has had no part in the tragedies of what has been happening. Neither of us drinks from living humans. We collect the blood from willing participants only. They are blood donors."

She knew that I was avoiding her, as any sane person would. “Well, here I am.” She directed a playful eye roll at the older man. “This one, he gets his attitude from his father. Dorian, I’d officially like you to meet Sir Vincent Mendalv, the-” “King of vampires and one of the originals, I know. It’s a pleasure meeting the man who’d once plagued North Creekville into their darkest time yet and sent most of my kind to their early death.” With a tight lipped smile, I stretched out my hand towards the blood sucking leach.

Silas responded, stepping toward him. “I'm not here to fight you,” Darius gave a side smile. “I came to make an honest proposition. Think about it. I'm a high-class vampire. You're a day lighter. With my blood, we make more vampires that are powerful enough to take down my siblings. Don't you want that? You want the O'Connor brothers dead, right.” He enticed him and bragged when he mentioned being a ‘high class’ vampire. Silas scoffed. “What makes you think I would believe a cock and bull story? Besides I'm not a day lighter am an upir.” Silas joked. Darius laughed.

He was a vampire. A vampire was being tortured in the basement of Ridlers.

"asked Joe as he raised his head first then the rest of his upper body. "They are still here Joe. Please hurry and get the garlic! " " What u need garlic fo? How will that chaise the poltergeist?" "It's not a poltergeist", Helena answered, mastering the strength to start walking. Her steps quickened as she searched behind the couches, underneath them then behind the curtains. "Didn't you guys say we are being haunted?" "It's vampires, Joe. This is an army of vampires".

am restless days pass and i remain that way till the elder's of the counsil organised a party so that the male vampires can choose their own human slaves the party is next tomorrow Gavin said I know Gavin,i want to be alone It's been 2weeks now and you still want to be alone?? . What's wrong wit our king

Abu was one of the great grim reapers, in fact the head if the grim reaper's empire, who collects the souls of the deaths, a male who has long white hair, full white eyes that you couldn’t even tell where he was staring at; he always wore a bright large black cloak, has a long scythe with blue flames around it, and most of all a huge black yet stunning wings, sometimes you found it creepy but his wings were unique compared to what we commonly imagine, it’s maybe dark and scary but some of them found it beautiful, lastly, there were always some black butterflies flying around him, they were the souls who were punished because of their sin that cannot be forgiven, and as punishment, they were

Rufus cut off his speech when they were all stunned. "Heiley Vladimir is the ace of the association and organization. That’s why I charmed Leo!" I shouted at Rufus, but no one reacted to speak to all of them. "Ace? Are you kidding me, Sheena? I spent more time with you than Heiley. She’s an ordinary vampire with strange powers, even if you say she’s, alas, your friend. What was the result? Did it go well? You were just happy." Rufus yelled at me as he choked me and then lifted me up with one of his sharp-clawed hands.

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.

I said, and he just laughed at me and waved his hand in front of him. "Go on. Just keep asking," he said, and just kept on eating some fries. "How old are you? They said vampires don't age. Is that true?" I asked him, and he laughed so hard, which caught other customers' attention. "Hahaha! What do you think of me? A hundred years old man? Just like in the books? Hahaha, of course, we're aging too, but just not as fast as humans do, and our souls it doesn't die that easily," he explained while wiping some tears of laughter from his eyes.