Hermana Vampiro Novels & Stories

I noticed a small couch in a corner and took a seat on it. "Do you always watch me every night?" She suddenly asked me breaking the silence. "Since you got attacked," I confirmed and she nodded. "You're quite calm for someone who just learned that completely fictional characters actually exist," I pointed out. I've noticed ever since I told her that I was a vampire she kept a calm expression as if she's been told the exact same thing her whole life. "I really don't know either. I just feel this weird sense of belonging." That's probably the effect of the sacred book on her. She's the chosen one so she'd naturally feel attached to our species without even knowing.

Six hundred years old. I knew her from Nyx's account and from the particular quality of the silence she created—the silence of something that has outlasted so many opponents it has stopped tracking individual faces. She was tall, lean in the architectural way of very ancient vampires, dressed in dark armour that moved like cloth and stopped blades like iron. Her hair was white and straight and fell past her shoulders. She looked at our group with the patient attention of a collector examining new acquisitions. Then her eyes found me. "A half-powered Chimera," she said. Her voice carried harmonics below the words, like speech over deep water. "How disappointing."

Winston asked Valeria in a low tone. "I am Valeria Ambrosia, daughter of Caster Ambrosia, the second Dracula." Valeria answered the vampire master without looking into his eyes. Winston took a step closer towards Valeria. He pinched her chin lightly and guided her gaze towards his. "So, you are the sister of the great Queen Victoria?" Asked the vampire master in a curious tone.

As she lifted the hood and let the fabric pool back to the nape of her neck, one name struck her with recognition. Vera. The Vampiress of Wystendel. She was here. “Child,” Vera called to her sister. Her sister immediately turned to the lady and she saw the bite marks upon her sister’s neck. Blood smeared down her skin, dripping on the fabric of her dress. “It is time to take our leave. Stop toying with your prey.”

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten

If I didn't know better, I thought even Sinthy may have joined in. "I'm done with games," Viola said. "Let's get straight to it. This is my target." She held up a copy of my driver's license. "Lyanna Bloodmoon of Clearidge, Florida. Bar owner and sexual consort," she spat the words as though they revolted her, "of Leo Ashfang, alpha of the Ashfang pack. This woman is dangerous. I want all my followers, and anyone still undecided about our cause, to listen carefully. She is a descendant of the legendary and destructive werewolf king Edemas. She possesses the strength and power to devastate entire towns on her own.

She smirked as they walked in circles. “Let's finish this.” She simpered as she pulled out a steak before she could make a move. The four vampires surrounded her. Marissa tried to strike one of them but he was fast enough to catch her fist. She tightened his grip and the steak fell off her hand. The other three vampires bit her on the neck and she screamed. Some seconds later, the skins of those vampires began to turn gray before they burst into flames. “It's Sunday and I injected myself with holy water.” Marissa kicked her and she fell. Before she could strike her, she sped away. As she gathered her weapons which had fallen while she was fighting, she heard chattering coming toward her. She

I passed the blood in her mouth and waited for her to wake. I ended up sleeping with her in my arms. In the morning I watched her sleeping form. I am reminded of the day we first met. She starts moving in my arms. I look at her as she opened her eyes. They were of the same brown colour as before. I am glad she remained the same Lara I have got used to only that she is now a vampire and she ages slowly compared to before. "Hey did you do it?" She asks as she looked into my eyes. Do what... What does she mean?

Now, a mere werewolf had taken her place in his heart. As Vanessa paced her room, her thoughts raced. She gazed at an ornate mirror, where her reflection, a stunning vampire with long ebony hair and piercing red eyes, stared back at her. She whispered to her own image, her voice seething with bitterness, "Mara, you will not take what's rightfully mine. I will ensure that you meet your doom."

Chapter 18 "What?! Are you serious, Blake? She's here to kill you?" Veronica exclaimed after Blake told her about what he heard the other day and when she started speaking. "I'm serious, she's an angel, and her mission is to kill me..." he repeated. Veronica sighed, knowing that Blake was a vampire means it was not possible that the girl she thought was something special was actually an angel. She thought she might be like Blake or other creatures like a werewolf, after watching the CCTV footage but to find out she was an "ANGEL," she was surprised.