Ikemen Vampire Vincent Novels & Stories

Werewolves were immortal and fast healers. Victoria could smell the wound on his arm and knew it was infected but could form no sympathy for the man before her. "What's wrong with you?" He glared at her sideways. "Nothing is wrong with me." "Why do you want me, Vincent? What could you possibly want with me!?" she cried, tears of frustration welling in her eyes. "You'll find out soon enough," he remarked absently. Her lower lip trembled. "Please just let me go. I won't tell-"

Normally the cross would glow immediately when it detected a vampire and she didn't smell garlic around here either. Even if they hid the cross in a wooden box, they probably wouldn't have enough time to take it out because, before that, she would kill them if they acted abnormally. After Maris nodded, the two men entered. She also walked right behind them and as soon as she reached the bottom step, she almost cried when she saw Vincent sitting in a large sealed cage made from transparent glass. He closed his eyes, fatigue evident on his face. - Vincent. It's me, it's Maris...

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

she asked. Type or not, Vampire Quen had seemed . . . Love both Boss and Man equally, and if the most powerful vampire leader in the vampires was taking Type as their mate or more look like gave him some sort of Queen tittle, but Jonthan said they hate wolf, so if they actually hate wolf how the hell, they take Type as their mate who was also an wolf in past?

Evangeline teared up and said seriously, “Then, I will give him my blood if he did… but for now, Abu, please…’’ Before she could explain Abu cut him off… “You don’t have to explain, Evangeline… I’ll pretend that we never met each other and that I never heard everything you said…I’ll keep my mouth shut, but it doesn’t mean I’m into this… Just promise me he won’t kill someone, Evangeline. I want you to remember that you are not immortal like him because of your human body, are you sure you want to stay? Plus you don’t even know if that vampire likes you. Think about it clearly, I’ll leave now!’’ he said and disappeared without hearing her back.

Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curiosity getting the best of him. Melia arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to tell you that," she replied firmly, her voice as cool as a winter breeze.

he asks me. "Yes," I respond and head back to the living room. Everyone looks anxiously at us when we enter the living room. "I am going to the Ventrue headquarters to report the situation," I tell them. "Right now?" Victoria asks me. "Yes," I respond. "I am going with you," Luther offers and I nod. "Let's go," I tell them while heading out. I think this day is just going to continue being shitty. After talking to Clara about our literally forbidden relationship, now we have a situation of newly turned Vampires.

As the male vampire writhes beneath me, strength jolts through my body, each voltage more powerful than the last. I feel it multiplying on itself. There’s ice in my veins, and it splinters outward. The vampire is like a block of cement. His strength is challenging, but he’s no match. Fangs pierce through my gums. They grow and slip over my lips, three times the size of the vampire being held hostage to my strength. His dark eyes widen in confusion and fear. I'm a Secondary. My fangs should not look like this. “No,” he growls, shaking his head. “I’m not the enemy. I’m…”

Nolan scoffed, sipping the orange juice before placing the glass down, “ Yes Ms. Blackwell, we kill Vampires. I’ve lost count how many I’ve killed… “ he said. She stared at him, Wondering how he was able to do it. Doesn’t it bother him that he was killing someone. As if hearing her thoughts, he spoke up. “ it’s a vampire, not a human. Usually, we can only identify Vampires faster when they go wild, feral… still does not mean that we can fight a sane one… it’s just usually the feral ones that allows themselves get caught… “ he told her. She sighed, it was still murder right. It had to count as murder. “ who else is in level three like you… “ she asked him, Wondering what level she was in hers

He almost attack me but far away before, if only his male companion hadn't stopped him he might have been able to continue his plan. I trembled with fear and could not stop crying. "M-monster!" I shouted and hurried away from him. He immediately disappeared in front of us and there I could not help but fall to the floor. Gello immediately hugged me as he pushed the men away. Moments later I felt weakness and flaking of the eyes. "D@mn. That's almost. Vlad didn't easily get thirsty especially when it comes to human blood but .. What the hell! He's really young. Tsk. That King."