Novel & Cerita Greek Vampire

She had a sweet melodious voice, was she a singer? "Yes , I feel the connection but how do you feel the connection, what exactly are you?" Alaric looked around to ensure they were out of hearing ears. "I'm a vampire. You're a werewolf I assume?" 'A Vampire! A vampire!!Vampires exist?! How come she didn't know about this, does her father know? Vampires only existed in myths and were known to exist even before werewolves. Wait a minute , how old could he be? Andra kept thinking.

It belonged to Elijah. “I’m sure you are about to enlighten me,” I’d like to commend myself for not stuttering. Deep inside, the fear simmering in the pit of my belly began to boil. What could possibly scare Elijah like that? Greco reached for the knot of his cloak and allowed the thick material to pool around his feet. I bite down a gasp. He was naked from the waist up. The left part of his body was marred with white burn marks. “I had to put my life on the line in that fight. A lycan venom is fatal to vampires, especially to purebloods like me. This…” he motioned to the burned part of his body, “is only a glimpse of how my insides looked like.”

“Well, you summoned my man for a mission. I didn’t want to sit in my room alone, so I decided to explore. Your golden nameplate lured me in.” “I already had lunch with the cream of your society,” I added with raised brows. “Cream of society?” He asked. “Yeah—the high ranks. Beta, delta, gamma. Funny how you use Greek letters. Any historical reason? Did werewolves originate from ancient Greece?” “I don’t know.” He admitted. “Check the library.” “Hmm, I could. Where is it?” He looked at me for a moment. “Maybe I should take you around the pack house.” “Do you have time for that?”

The professor ambled back to the lectern. “Vampires are thought to be models of physical perfection,” he said to the class. “Fast, strong, handsome or beautiful. And by and large, much of that seems to be true. But there are stories that every now and then, something goes awry in the transmission process when a victim is bitten. The result of such an occurrence is a flawed creature, without the powers of a true vampire. Vampires have a name for such a creature—grafhym. The chief marker for a grafhym, it is said, is one fang instead of two.”

Anna said kindly. ”The oldest in a vampire tribe are considered the Eldest. Then the three oldest afterward are considered Elders. Nyx gifts the Eldest and Elders with abilities that keep them, and their tribes protected. Each gift helps the Elders fulfill their daily duties,” Bernard explains. “But sometimes the Goddess can gift a vampire a special ability without them being an Elder. Like Anastasia for instance.” I sat frozen, staring at him in disbelief. He paused for a moment so I could gather my thoughts.

"They're fine." VAMPIRE EMPIRE. THE VAMPIRE EMPIRE WAS BEEN HEAD BY DYLAN KAY, Dylan Kay, the first vampire who had live for three centuries and still very strong. Almost everyone fear him. He had gone deep down into some exile after hitting a werewolf, who had run away from him some few years ago.

Jet said as he finished his plate of pasta. “There are rumors that the original vampire is still alive, but there isn’t a single documentation about it.” I said looking over at my books. “Who is the original vampire?” Jet asked leaning back. “His name was Orpheus. The book said that Orpheus’s wife, found a witch and that witch gave him some potion. It had a bad affect or something because it turned him into a killing machine. Orpheus ended up killing his wife, Eleanor, and turning his three children, Cassius, Estella and Andreas.”

How else would you categorize him? Liam sat up all the way and was looking down at me in disbelief. “You’re joking?” I sigh. “I wish I was.” You know, even though I wasted my time with Mitch, I could always see myself with Liam. He was a pure blood vampire, meaning he was born a vampire. He had short dark brown hair, piercing blue eyes, pale skin, and the body of Greek god. Plus, he was intelligent, sweet, and funny...all wrapped up in an adorable package. Problem was, I wasn’t willing to ruin our friendship if he didn’t feel the same way.

For months, a shaky truce had held between the vampires and werewolves, forged in blood after centuries of war. Viktor, a tall vampire with sharp features and eyes like polished obsidian, stood guard outside the princess's chambers. His job was simple: protect Lira, the werewolf princess, at all costs. One slip, one breach of the peace, and the fragile agreement would shatter, dragging both races back into slaughter.

I watched in amusement as she walked away, sighting her fake butt job. "What did she mean by specialty?", I asked, all my senses attuned to where Vanir's hand rested on my thigh, his fingers tracing circles on the exposed skin as I tried to regather my wits. "Vampires come here to seek a sexual high by feeding", Vanir said and I gasped, definitely from his words and not the fact that a finger of his just brushed my nipple. "Humans volunteer for that", Vanir added. "Why would one do that?", I asked, my mind heady as his chocolate scent wrapped around me, intoxicating me as I squirmed on his lap.