Novel & Cerita I Was A Teenage Vampire

How I loved that man and all his possessive qualities. “Yes, it’s me,” I said. “The eyes. They’re not green.” “No, I am a gifted vampire.” Andrew froze. “I’m a vampire. I was bitten by a werewolf and survived before you found me. I’m a hybrid. That is why you didn’t know I was a vampire. My wolf masked it.” “A hybrid. Do you have a wolf?” “When I discovered this for myself. I left the care of your family. I knew what the packs would do to a vampire. Hybrid or not.”

The world is still not ready to learn what lurks in the dark. Or for my case, my adoptive parents couldn’t accept that magic was real and chose to kick me out at fourteen. Luckily for me, my best friend was a werewolf. Although, I didn’t know this until my powers manifested at puberty. Alcide Fenton has been my best friend since I moved to Virginia in 3rd grade when I was adopted after the murder of both my parents. They were slaughtered by what I now know were vampires.

"The rumors are that you are not a virgin and have shared nearly every vampire and werewolves bed, well all except the kings because you wont let him and the thought of him touching you made you sick. Then after your date with him he found a package on his office desk, inside was photos of you, ranging from around 12 years old to you trying on the dress in the clothing store the day of the date. A couple of the photos were of you at 14, one or two of those you were cuddled up to some guy and the other three where taken in the progress of your clothes being removed." "No...no...no..no..no..no." I put my hand over my mouth to try and stop the panicked sobs that wanted to escape "Sera? Did you

Yet, I, like an idiot, gave in to her temptation. I scrub my face, as frustration fills my mind. Let's assume she got carried away in the heat of the moment because she is a 22-year-old human whose hormones dance in full swing. But what about me? A 500-year-old vampire, reacting like a teenager? I click my tongue and shake my head. I thank my lucky stars that Orlo and Dylan aren’t here otherwise they would have teased me until I lost my ability to hear or left this mortal world.

"I am sorry." Rori leaned forward in her seat in the standard bus, trying to avert her face from the kid who was trying to draw her attention towards the picture he had painted on a plain white sheet of paper. She braced herself and began thinking of Drake, and when she was finally going to find the right time to tell him the truth about her identity as a werewolf. She knew he would be surprised to find out that she was a werewolf. Anyone would be! But, her love for him was too much to keep him in the dark even though she wanted him to remain there.

a girl among the grumbled glaring at us and Lenny giggled . " sorry mate but that's what we call lust of blood . now before I continue you all should be happy I redeemed you from you pathetic lives . " " I never asked you to make me a vampire "another one yelled furiously and Lenny frown . I hissed still feeling pains all over my legs which wasn't healing from some reasons I don't know why . " well sorry mate but you're now a vampire and there's nothing you can do about it "she spat and murmuring filled the air as the hungry new found vampire grumbled .

LIORA A laugh slipped out of me before I could stop it, and I realized that telling her this wasn't as hard as I had expected. The memories were heavy, but her presence made them lighter, somehow. "I won't go into every detail, but by the time I was a teenager, I'd had enough. Around twelve or thirteen, I ran away from my pack and started wandering alone. I ended up meeting Mordane about a year later. He was the first vampire I ever met."

We had played together as children, but as we reached adulthood, our fathers' hopes that we would be mates had fallen flat. The closeness had produced one mistake, however. Years ago, we had shared a special vintage brew that could actually intoxicate a vampire. In our drunken haze, we had shared a night that barely qualified as an encounter. Only mouths and hands were involved, no true union but since then, she had acted as if she possessed some sort of claim over my soul.

she said “you are not crazy little tank, there is no doubt that the vampires you have met are and were evil but the reason i seem to be making you question everything is because you have lumped us all into the same category which i find surprising. I mean, how exactly is it you think we get half breeds like yourself? If we raped and pilaged all the time we would have been extinct by now, in this day and age where even fankensteins monster can find someone to love in the movies why cant we? It was you who made us realize even vampires are romantic now after all” he said

Elizabeth Astray now lived a chaotic life. There had once been a time when she was just a normal girl living out her teenage years in a boring small town where nothing ever happened. That was before her dad’s murder—and before the supernaturals became a thing. Now, as she sat in the back of the Honda, she couldn’t help but wonder when things had started to spiral out of control. Was it when Damien came into her life? When Ashton did? Or was it Evan’s betrayal? Just when? She’d gone from trying to survive high school to being forcefully taken by vampires, currently being transported to who knows where.