Novel & Cerita House Of Vampires

Swinging my urumi in rapid circles, I cut into the outer layers of bloodsuckers, but as fast as the thin steel blades flay out pieces of undead flesh leaving dark magic flames to consume them, new vampires are porting in, all of them hellbent on getting to Sylvia. The shrieks of the burning pierce the air accompanied by cries of victory from my other sisters as their own battles end and they emerge into the center of the house, enraged and lusting for more. Six of us strike at ground level trying to get to Sylvia, with Jenny still covering us from above, but in the end, she’s overwhelmed. The filthy bloodsucker who gets to her—a dark-haired smokey-eyed male wearing casual clothes and a black

Inside, the air felt thick and heavy, dense with magic and fear. The UV-blocking screens—installed only weeks ago when they had been reinforcing the old place—glimmered faintly as runes flared to life along their frames, protection layered upon protection. It allowed the vampires to stand at the windows and watch without fear of the sun’s deadly kiss, but the view offered little comfort. Beyond the glow of the house, chaos reigned. The Valentines were locked in brutal combat with a swarm of horrors spilling from the darkness. Green lightning and golden fire flared in fits and starts as the swamp itself seemed to boil with unnatural life.

The inside of this house looks empty and uninhabited, it's just that the items there are still complete. Like a kitchen with cooking utensils, a living room complete with an old sofa and a table, two bedrooms, and one bathroom. This is a simple small house that is comfortable to live in. "I do have half-human blood in me, but I don't have their stupidity. So hurry out before I want vampire blood perfume," Al exclaimed threateningly. As if answering his call, a black shadow then appeared in front of him, slowly taking the form of a vampire. This vampire was just standing still, not far from Al.

Logan assures me, but I blush at the idea, of coming to my boss's home whenever I wouldn't be doing that. The house that's in question turned out to be one of those mansion that you'd see on TV, one that you'd think it'll take you years to be able to pay for it, and knowing that the owners are vampires, they probably did take years before paying for this giant ass place.

"You are now officially student of Vampire high, welcome to Vampire High. You're journey begins here." ~~~ I smiled as I opened the door of my room and almost gasped as I was exposed to a large room, as in too big! Living room, kitchen Then there are two more hallways. It's a house and not a room. The interior theme is black and the furniture theme is white. There are paintings hanging on the wall. "Roommate." I looked at the one who's spoken. I saw the woman leaning against a wall where I could pass. Long black hair that I think is knee-length, black lipstick, black eyeliner, black nails, and is wearing a black t-shirt and black pants.

she cursed. "I'm sorry, you're not answering so I thought you were back asleep or something bad happened," she shouted. Blake sighed in relief as he stared at his coffin. His room has no window, it was all dark and a black with red lining coffee was placed in the middle of the room, together with two more coffins. He didn't want anyone to see his room, although Veronica knew about him being a vampire, he didn't still want to let anyone see his strange room. After a few minutes, Blake went out of the door and Veronica was blushing real hard.

and with that he left her room. "I'll never get exhausted from seeing your face," Ava sighed "What did hell am I doing? I'm not falling for Vador,I'm not falling for the dark lord," and with that she fell asleep. The next morning Vador was seated at the dining table waiting for the maids to bring his food ,not that it was of much use,he needed human blood but had to cope with bags of blood as he was warned in the last council meeting against killing female vampires just to quench his thirst. He had killed over fifty female vampires in a roll.

She smirked before they vanished into thin air. The house was dark. The curtains were closed. Doors and windows were shut. The aura was silent. His lips parted and the candles in the living room lit up in yellow flames revealing him and Iago DeAndre. The warlock and the vampire pay their last tribute to Lorene Havel. Edmond was holding a candle so was Iago. They were standing opposite each other. Tears were streaming down Edmond's eyes. He couldn't take in the pain. It was the exact pain he felt when he lost his wife and his daughters. Regret and agony.

I’d never hung around to inspect the dead bodies of the vampires we’d killed before, though, so reading up on what to look for was a necessity. Torre’s house was huge. It was an imposing stone structure, and it made me think back to the Gothic architecture that had inspired so many scary stories in the Victorian era. The front driveway was a labyrinth of neatly sheared bushes and pristine white gravel, and, without warning, the thought of hot blood hissing and spitting and soaking into the ground shot into the forefront of my mind. I shook myself, and the gravel turned back from red to white.