Ikemen Vampire Vlad Novels & Stories

“Before you open your big mouth Vlad, know that she is already my wife. Already part of this bratva. As such, it is your duty as my men to follow not just my instruction but also that she is in every way an extension of me. That means you offend her, you offend me. You can’t protect her, you can’t protect me. And we will have problems. So either get off whatever hill you’re trying to die on or I can send you to sit on your ass in front of the monitors at the estate for seventy-two hours.” That put the fear in Vlad enough to pull himself together. “Alright. Well…shit…” He ran his hand through his hair and scratched the back of his neck before he moved to come up to me. Throwing out his hand,

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

I almost wasn't able to stop myself but I knew I had to for her own sake. Vampires can see other people's emotions but they cannot feel them. We are naturally emotionless creatures that don't feel things. That's why vampires are one of the most dangerous creatures you could meet because they're completely merciless. The only emotion they're able to feel is lust. I have a few that I can feel specifically because I'm cursed to be the protector but others couldn't. For example the hurt I was able to feel when Maya assumed I was the one who injured her. I was her protector and she should've known that I would never hurt her in any way. Those are the kind of emotions that comes with the curse of

she almost spat, looking me up and down, "are just little Kim Russell from Cincinnati, Ohio." "More than that." I narrowed my eyes at her in that same chilly way that I'd seen Tony do so well. "I am bad enough to kill a Neratomay who could trace his lineage back to Caesar, who had ruled thirteen hundred Neratomay and who helped found your Council. And I've been a Vampire less than forty-eight hours." I swore that I would never refer to them as Neratomay again. They were fucking vamps—we were fucking vamps! "So you believe yourself more skilled than Johan?" Her voice sounded like a growl.

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. I got into my black Toyota corolla sport car, I needed to go simple, the last thing I needed was some nosey human sticking in my business and asking stupid ass questions. I sped down the highway, sped was an over statement, the car kept stopping along the road, I was only minutes away from the office, the car backfired again. This was the little consequence I had to suffer for my actions and dad was basically punishing me for refusing to join the family business, and most importantl

she said without thinking at the time. “Do you understand what this means?” Irina made comments, her face beaming with excitement. Cyrille’s lips pursed. “Yes,” she exclaimed delightedly. “Now is the time for...” “Vlad hunt/Vlad hunt!” They said happily in perfect harmony. Both ladies squeal with great joy. “Zai, this is the sign we’ve been desperately looking for!” “Indeed! This is our chance to prove to the entire world that Vladimir’s bloodline does not yet end and that it continues to thrive even in the twenty-first century!” Cyrille gasped loudly with gusto.

“Esmeralda. He wanted to compel another vampire from Vadim's clan.” “Who is Vadim?” Elijah quizzed. “Oh! he's the Vampire King.” He realized after some seconds of thinking.

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.

she says. "If he is my mate, then we will have to meet again, eventually," I tell her with a hopeful smile. I hope the moment comes soon. I can still feel his cold but smooth hand caressing my cheek. I want to feel that again. I haven't told Emily that he is a vampire, or else she will freak out. We all know how father hates vampires. Vampires and werewolves have never been on good terms. The werewolves haunted the vampires and vice versa. Since they are all immortal, the conflicts went on forever.

But an uncontrollable phenomenon happened: Mirna and her sons got kidnapped by the lord of the vampire, whose name was Vlad, which he will use to get revenge on Jaime for killing his wife. Jaime releases all the pack lingering underneath the city to attack the vampire's hideout. But, as time passed, Jaime kept getting nervous and felt restless whenever his feet touched the ground whenever he ran. He didn't know that Mirna was being transformed into a vampire by Vlad. It succeeded, and Mirna went crazy as two blood ran through her vein. His sons are newborns and crying for the warmth of their parents.