Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Vampire Fanfiction

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

Tears formed in her eyes yet she immediately pulled them back. At the point when she bumped into the door, her elbow crush in it, and scratches shaped formed from which a little blood was spilling out. Daniel shut his eyes and take a long breath, breathing in the smell of her blood. In his vampire speed, he turned towards her and picked her arm in his grasp. She was seeing him, befuddled when he licked her elbow.

he tells me. "You don't have to apologize, Damien. I am not complaining," I tell him and wrap my hands around his neck. I want to kiss him. I want to kiss all his sadness away. I stare at his sexy inviting lips and caress his neck, on the spot where I marked him last night. Vampires heal really fast, even faster than werewolves. I know my mark won't be there for long. At least the one he gave me is still there and fresh. He looks at me and then smiles,

And for about an hour, I was moving around, squirming, losing my self-control until I slowly weakened, and the last thing I saw was Dan covering my body with the towel, smiling at me, and kissing my forehead. "You're now a pureblood vampire," he whispered to me, which made me smile. After all the pain I felt, I thought I would die. I thought it was the end of my life due to that painful and burning sensation I felt after tasting his blood. But thankfully, Danrious was here with me. If he weren't there, I wouldn't be able to endure it. So, with the remaining strength I had, I hugged him and whispered. "I love you, Dan," he smiled at me and kissed my forehead again. TO BE CONTINUED

Melia burst out laughing. "You're sweet, really," she said, still laughing. "I can see why I didn't bite your collarbone." "You're, oh my God," he shouted out of nowhere, standing up and backing away. Melia stood up straight again and faced him. "What am I?" "You are... unbelievable!" he exclaimed, and it seemed that everything he had been feeling just a few minutes ago faded away to a feeling of awe. "Biting, 38-degree food, hell, aura," he said to himself, connecting the dots. "Yes, Orleans, I am a vampire."

House Of Night BY P.C. CAST AND KRISTIN CAST Hogwarts for vampires? Yes, Harry Potter had his wizard school, but there are at least two series that give vampire teens their own school. First up: The House of Night series, six books written by P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast, a mother-and-daughter team from Tulsa, Okla. Marked, Betrayed, Chosen, Untamed, Hunted and Tempted. Vampires are chosen almost randomly, and they have to enter special academies, where they go through a program and slowly change — or die. This series is quite well-done, and has a lot of goddess theology and ritual in it.

Stella said, pointing to the Howler clubhouse. Madoc. I hurried across the highway and made my way to the cellar. Without bothering to knock, I opened the door and hurried down the stairs. But when I reached the bottom, to my shock, I saw that the vampire had his cold, undead arms wrapped around Harlow. She had tears running down her cheeks, and seeing him hold her like that, I was sure she was under his mind control. It sent me into a full-on rage. All I saw was red. Screw the plan! The vampire was gonna die tonight.

He felt Allen stiffen against him before the woman body went boneless in his arms—the magic winding its way through her mind and body, twisting her to Adom desires. And then the Vampire Prince felt those strong sweaty arms come around him, holding him close as a mouth and nose nuzzled against his neck. Jonathan ran his fingers over smooth skin and firm muscle, before pulling the other woman in enough to take her lips with his own.

Today, however, the silence only sharpened her thoughts. She crossed to one of the shelves, pulling free a thick volume bound in dark leather. Setting it on the desk, she flipped it open, her eyes skimming over accounts of wars fought between vampires and Lupari. Bloodshed. Broken treaties. Betrayals that had left scars across both peoples. Her hands stilled on the page. So it had begun again. She didn’t need anyone to say it outright; the evidence was in the castle itself. The vampires were bracing for something. And though no official word had reached her, Charlotte was not blind to the signs.