روايات وقصص ضمن Harry Potter Vampire Fanfic

He stepped closer, and she sidestepped to move away. “Wh- what was that?” she managed to stammer. Her eyes stayed on the shattered remains of the scorpion, not daring to look directly at him. Its sticky black fluids spilled all over the floor. “A Nightspike Scorpion,” he answered, his voice so deep it rumbled, the sound spreading warmth through her core. “Its venom causes nightmares, hallucinations. Prolonged exposure severs our connection to our wolf. It would’ve killed you.” She should have been grateful. She was grateful but she felt exposed under his gaze. His scarred face, framed by the unforgiving cut of his jawline, carried a brutal appeal she couldn’t tear her eyes from, even if she

The beast suddenly jumped, biting the black-robed man's arm and throwing it away with his strength, then he knocked the other man down with his big hind legs, he let out a fierce roar, and repeatedly licked his sharp teeth. I was sitting in the doorway, and suddenly behind me, I was sitting at the door, and all of a sudden, behind me, a voice rang out. "Dare you, boring with living?" "Hmm… Clinton again, come on." The men dressed in black descended from the terrace and disappeared. I turned to horror, a beautiful girl, short blond lemon hair and bright orange amber eyes, her bodice floating. The moonlight behind the girl made her look even better. "Thank you." Without her, I might have been

From the top to the very last drop, without leaving anything behind, she told you anything. Using your fingers, your drag them across your hair, untangling the knots, and remain quiet as you try to digest everything she's told you. "Calla." She says in an almsot helpless tone. Your best friend, Hayeo- no. That's not it. That's not even her real name. Yvon. Yvon is actually a vampire. A paled skin, cold-blooded entity, child of the night, blood sucking creature with rigid sharp fangs- your best friend, is a vampire.

He is about to pounce on it when I grab him by his collar, stopping him. “Hey, Idiot! Did you finally lose it?” I grit my teeth as a fly to one of the highest branches of the adjacent tree with him. “Why?” He yells back without looking at me, irritated since I disrupted his hunt. “Were you planning to hunt that mad bison or get thrashed by it?” I say in a deadly cold voice, appearing highly miffed. “My dear malfunctioned robot brother, I’m a vampire, remember?” Orlo arches his eyebrows as he turns towards me. “I won’t die- hey wait! Your eyes turn into a creamy golden color. You already had your fill?”

“You don't get to dictate to me what to do and what not to do,'' I snapped. “Well, I wasn't exactly dictating for you. I’m just concerned about you.'' I raised a brow questioningly. “Well, like you already know, the werewolves are her people and were the ones that cast the spell on her. If you undo the spell by waking her up, not only would it anger the werewolves, she becomes a vampire. A hybrid by default. When the worst comes to worst in the fight do you think she would fight for you? It is as though creating a weapon to be used against yourself.”

I gasped when I looked at my wet fingers. Paul lifted my chin and looked down into my face. With his thumb he touched one of my tears. "Kim …" My tears were clear. They were no longer blood. "What's happening to me?" I moaned. He examined his wet finger. "I don't know, but do you think …" I shook my head. I didn't want him to jinx it by saying it out loud. Was it possible that a Vampire dead over a year could become human again?

I said as I moved closer to h and put my palm on his forehead. He looked at me with a kind of, 'what are you doing', facial expressions. "What are you doing?" He asked as he removed my palm from his forehead. "Stay still---" I said as I put my palm back. "I am just checking your temperature." I added. "Your body is cold." I said. "I told you that vampires are cold blooded. Do you forget things so quickly." He said to me with a frown as usual. "I didn't forget. I will get going now." I said as I held the knob of the door.

Though someone may have complained about the lack of vitality. However, something unexpected hit Dante when one day, a woman came to his door with a child claiming that he was his father. There was no way that Dante would admit it because he didn't believe in women anymore when his mother left, not to mention the pure pleasure from fresh. But the DNA test left him speechless. The woman asked for quite a lot of money and left without any hesitation, she was soon gone again as if she never appeared. If it wasn't because of the child standing lively in front of him, Dante would consider all this as a dream, a nightmare. He tried to figure out how he and the woman had the child but all he got wa

“You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.” I scoffed. “You sound like a conspiracy theorist. Vampires don’t exist, and you’ve got to stop reading all those fantasy books.” Before she could say anything else, I grabbed another slice of toast and breezed out of the apartment. My condolences to the victims, but vampire attacks were just so stupidly unrealistic. Like creatures of the night actually existed. Right, sure. “Mr. Vale’s not in right now.” Celine said at the reception, looking me up and down.

Loclyn POV I could have sworn she just mind link me. Scratch that I'm positive she did. With this new development I looked at the Vampire that pops people's heads of like daisy's and just you know un-plants their hearts from behind their rib cages. Turns out this fine specimen of a Vamp is actually The King of Vampires, and he also appears to be Daydra's father. I pushed myself up from the windowsill and told him quietly what just happened. Clearly just as shocked as I was, he looked at her and back to me.