Hermana Vampiro Novels & Stories

Lark was quietly drinking alcohol mixed with blood as he stood on their terrace and stared into the distance. But that blood wasn’t random because it even went through his family’s laboratory that was based in England. They are a race of vampires that came from Europe. They only came here to the San Roque area because of a prophecy that their older generation of vampires believed. According to a prophecy, a girl will be born with a rare kind of blood inside her body and she will be the key to awaken the king of vampires, Damien, his uncle. Because King Damien was his father's brother.

Her mania boils over the rim of her sanity and she pounces on Charlie, or tries to. I catch her in my grasp, my hands around her throat. I squeeze harder and harder and part of me wants to keep squeezing until her neck snaps this time around. I can feel the vertebrae shift and stretch under fingers, but before one of them pops, Benjamin’s goons yank her out of my grasp. She struggles in their grasp, fighting with all her might. “You guys are nothing but a bunch of power hungry vampires, just like Henry and I hope you get what’s coming to you one day.”

Her soul recognizes mine. “If I had known you hated living so much, I wouldn’t have turned you” I confessed “Turned me into what?” she asked. I released her body and looked into her eyes. I know it'll be really difficult to process but I don't have a choice. She deserved to know. “A Vampire” Translations Семья - Family в ад с тобой - to hell with you Emerthus - mate

Ramantha makes noise by hitting her stick to the ground, every one immediately silences. "TERESA ROGE!" Ramantha yells and after a few seconds the door just at the right of the throne bursts open, revealing something extremely giant. A lady triple my size, triple my height enters the room and roars. Oh fuck! This is her right hand? Is she even a human? She is a vamp! She is giant! She is a giant vampire! "Talavera!" Ramantha yells and the crowd again goes insane. Everyone starts to move here and there with things in their hands.

The warmth of his blood spills from the wound, but before darkness can claim him, a cold rush fills his veins, a sensation both alien and intoxicating. He opens his eyes to see her—the creature that has sealed his fate. Her beauty is otherworldly, her eyes a deep, fathomless black, reflecting the night sky. Her hair, dark as a raven’s wing, cataracts down her back, and her lips, stained with his blood, curl into a smile. She is Matilda, daughter of William the Conqueror—the first of their kind, an Original Vampire, the progenitor of a race that will haunt the world for centuries to come.

“A little, but it’s not that bad. Most of us can go a month without any if we absolutely have to.” It’s now that I notice the woman sitting next to him, her raven hair so dark it almost shimmers blue in the light above the table. She notices my gaze. “I’m Veronica,” she says. “Emma,” I introduce myself. “And this is my mate, Alpha Devon.” She nods politely to each of us. “I came back with Kinsington, hoping to help.” “We appreciate that,” I tell her. There are a couple more vampires at the table that I don’t remember seeing before, so they must want to help too.

Hemera commanded Vesta. In a heartbeat, the man’s brown skin turned utterly pale. Blood was now dripping from Vesta’s fangs. She savoured it jovially as if a kid drinking strawberry juice. She gave a handful of blood-filled glass to the grand vampire. Candice Churchill, who refused the share of the man’s remnants due to her just devouring a fawn an hour ago, glared at Hemera unyieldingly. As she finished drinking the glass, Hemera Bellamy faced Candice and Stella Goldheart and instructed.

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.

she shouted and my apartment began to rotate. Before I could say anything, she turned a vampiress and charged towards me, the next thing I felt was a sharp pain on my neck, I felt like my spirit is leaving me, I began to lost my strength little by little before I finally blacked out. . . . 🪐VAMPIRES WORLD 🪐. 👻Princess Maijat👻.

King Timodore wrapped his wife’s shoulders with his arms and kissed her head. For a long year, they were able to overcome the challenge of not letting the Vampire Supremo know yet the existence of Neoma, the lady vampire who was supposed to fulfill what has been written in the prophecy. Although, they did not know how long they could be able to do it. Neoma is only thirteen, when she reached her adulthood, they feared that the Vampire Supremo would be going to feel her existence as her power would be growing into a multitude. Her presence was set by the prophecy to be felt by every vampire in the whole realm.