Ikemen Vampire: Arthur Novels & Stories

Devin sighed and gave me a pity look. “He’ll come around.” He assured me. “In the meantime, it’s a beautiful day and the sun is up. You wanna go for a walk?” he asked and shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal, only if he knew what he just did. He just invited a vampire for a walk, in the sun. Good thing I’m a day lighter. “Sure.” I said and stood up from the chair I was seated. “So, what do you wanna talk about?” He asked swinging his arms beside him while staring at my face making me a little more uncomfortable than I already am.

I continue to search around for a good hiding spot. “Ladies and gentleman, welcome!” a voice made me freeze in my position before I looked up to face around five guys coming out off a lift. My stomach tied itself into a knot when I instantly realized that they were not normal people. Vampires. "We're so happy that you could all make it for this special ceremony at such a short notice." the guy with the light blond hair said out loud and I heard a few giggles behind me. "It's Tommy, everyone's favorite presenter. he's so cute." I heard girls whispering to each other and my heart raced at her words.

A past violently excised from his brain by Vance's conditioning was actively breaking through the firewall. Vivian stepped closer, her flashlight cutting through the gloom, casting long, monstrous shadows against the pillars of human skulls. She could feel the raw, erratic heat radiating off Arthur's skin. The danger wasn't just outside anymore; it was ticking inside his skull like a live ordinance. "Arthur," she whispered, her voice trembling but sharp with survival. "We need to move. If Vance has locked down Rome, this ossuary is going to become our tomb." "No," Arthur grated out. He dropped his rifle to its sling, the metal clattering heavily against his tactical vest. He spun on her, his

Convel stopped coughing and keep a poker face. “Stand up.” Alarick removed his hand on my chin and stand up. “Why?” “Should I answer that?” he retorted which make me sullen. Without a choice, I stand up and followed Alarick and saw Convel guarding me behind. We walked until we reached the town place of Domlur where werewolves gather. Their eyes remained on us three, mine specifically. “I am the breakfast,” I said out loud and heard Alarick chuckle.

Henry rushed me as he snapped his necklace and placed it into his pocket and so did Petroka. "It's been a while since I have seen blood. Seems like I have been too lenient and good that they forgot how I tore apart my father before I took the throne. I guess it's time to remind them that I am still their Tryant Vampire King. Let's go." My words rang through the trees of the empty forest as all of us sped towards the spot Teris has asked us to meet on.

"You can't go in there, the battle will start soon and it might be too late for you later" She shrugged him off and glared at him. "I said mind your business!" she growled. "Who are you anyway? And what are you doing here too?" she sniffed the air. "You're a werewolf, shouldn't you be in your pack too?" "I'm Arthur Humphrey since you're begging to know my name" Ingrid frowned when he mentioned *Humphrey*, she took a closer look and tried to compare Arthur's appearance with Ara's, she indeed noticed their resemblance.

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had surv

The pack didn't ring a bell to me at all. ‘Maybe he didn't belong to my timeline.’ I concluded in my head. “Werewolves now suck blood now?” I asked confused, now sure that he didn't belong to my timeline. I also discovered I was nothing but a blood slave, my face winced in disgust. “Well, that would make a lot of sense with all chubby flesh I had. How much blood do I even have?” I said sarcastically, relishing the fact that I was the lowest of the low.

He took a step closer, his voice low and menacing. "Then perhaps I should remind you of the consequences of threatening my wife." Matthew stood up from the couch and his men came beside him, "Arthur, do you think I am scared of you?" he scoffed. Arthur's eyes narrowed. "You should be. But since you're not, let's settle this once and for all." He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small box, opening it to reveal a sleek, silver switchblade. "We'll fight right now, here in your mansion."

The, 'we are mates' card, and I will not stand for that bull crap. He walks towards me, and when he is in front of me, he mutters the unexpected, "As the Alpha of Aquarious Waters, I'm asking you, Quinnzel O'Conner, future Luna of these people, to work with me here, please." he begs. I almost break out in a laugh, but I smile it away, biting my lower lip to suppress my laugh. He smiles with me, and then suddenly, the room gets cold. When I look at Lucinda, her eyes are purple, I look at Arthur, pulling him close to me, but I think that set her off, because I suddenly hear her bones crackling, dislocating and forming all weird shapes that shouldn't exist, but that isn't the last bit of it.