Novel & Cerita House Of Vampires

“This is gross. I don’t want you to see this.” “As if I haven’t seen it before?” he chuckled. Then, with more seriousness, he said, “Don’t be frightened, my love. Kenton was careful in his selection of vampires to protect this house. You’ll be safe. In fact, you’ll be pleased to know that your bestie is one of them.” “Cindy?” I asked in a voice that was tainted by my gag reflux.

Helen looked concerned at that comment, but said nothing. My shame and humiliation at my confession of wantonness was far more overwhelming than I’d imagined it would be. It appeared the prudence of the eighteenth century had infiltrated into my twenty-first century thought process. Helen eased my discomfort by explaining that vampires not only had the ability to glamour their victims into doing their bidding, but she suspected my wanton behavior was a result of some form of aphrodisiac being slipped into my drink. The only puzzling factor was that I hadn’t taken a drink in my chambers. If I’d been slipped anything in my drink, it would have had to have been given to me in my mead at dinn

her wolf answered. There are traces of fatigue on her face. She tried to stand up again, and this time she did it successfully. When Cassandra looked around, she saw that they were only three remained in the ring. Two werewolves and one vampire. Slowly, she walked towards them. The black wolf glanced at her and nodded his head, which Cassandra did the same. They started circling their prey. With the black wolf's signal, they attacked the vampire. Cassandra jumped on his right while the black one jumped on his left. She got punched, but the vampire couldn't dodge the black wolf's bite. It gave him a fatal blow. The vampire tried to stand, but he had no strength left. Slowly the mark disappear

I accidentally saw rope marks around her wrists and hand prints on her legs and my heart sank, my stomach flipping at the thought of what's being done to her. She noticed where I was looking and her head bowed in shame. Before I could ask her what happened, she was already gone. I did nothing but quietly observe on my first day. I did what I was ordered to do and made sure to record everything. At first, one would think that it was a normal household, until lunch came and the Hemmingway family gathered in the dining hall, and one servant made a mistake. The Hemmingway is a family of vampires, and they came from ancient vampires. There was Clyde and Sarah, the head of the family, and their fo

Harlow I’m pulled from my misery by a loud commotion running through the house. Nicolas raises his head looking at me with questions in his eyes. I just shake my head and open the doors, at the top of the stairs I stop looking down into the large entrance vestibule, I can see the front doors wide open and beyond three blacked out Range Rovers in front of the house. Who the hell is that? A huge mean looking vampire in a black suit and black sunglasses opens the rear door of the middle car and my breath stops in my throat.

Yet, despite knowing all this, Dima couldn't stop the storm raging inside her—torn between the burning clouds she felt for him and the terror of what she might become if she gave in to him. Outside, the night remained glorious. But inside, something had shifted—as if the House of Horrors had redrawn itself within new walls. Wherever Malik went, terror followed; every place he slowly entered became another House of Horrors, another source of spreading evil. —Sunday morning. The Sunday sun rose over the quiet chalet, where Malik stood before the calendar hanging on the living room wall. His eyes scanned the carefully affixed sheet, where, in clear handwriting at the top, she read:

She holds my hands, staring at me intensively. “The Hunters killed me and your dad.” she sighs heavily like she just dropped off a heavy luggage. My eyes wide open like it was about to leave its socket. “What? How?” “The vampires and Hunters have always been at war. But the Hunters started it first because they thought we were too powerful and saw us as a threat. They began killing their kind. The vampires couldn't just stay and watch, they had to retaliate and when they did. There was war.” “That must have been terrible, but how did that involve you and dad? You weren't vampires.”

Like the aura of an itinerant nosferatu- a loner vampire to say. I was once one of them, so I knew what their bloody scent would be like. Not like they were wolves, but knowing a vampire was something a vampire should know. I entered the house. Usually, the door was locked, but only a little effort would shake it open. But today, it was not locked at all. The house was situated in a scanty neighborhood. A little thatch out on the front and weak walls with falling paints made up the inside. Nothing special since it was beginning to get abandoned.

I snatched a toast from Cassie's plate before dashing out the house. "Bye" I said and rushed out the house. I lived amongst werewolves, which mean I stayed for from the human world. Obviously the human's had no idea we existed. They all think we are a myth or something. There was only two kind of people who knew about our existence, the vampires and witches, but we never got across to one another, we all just stayed within our boundaries , we don't meet them, they don't meet us.

the zombie vampire raged as he charged toward me. I knew that I only had minutes. The Outsiders could not be reasoned with, could not be bargained with, and had no humanity. They craved one thing and one thing only blood. "You picked the wrong family when you came after mine," I said, grabbing his head as I shoved his body against the wall. His chest cavity writhed and the head wore a surprised look as I held it within my hands. When I dropped it to the ground, his head and body both burst into flames. I looked across the room and red, orange, and yellow flames rose from the sectional couch, having caught fire from the other flaming vampire.