In Vitam Mortem Novels & Stories

💉Tiara p.o.v 💉 It's time for the first prey to be sacrificed. I took off my bracelet and turn to half a bat and half of my vampiress's face, and disappeared into the thin air. I got to his house and decided to play some tricks on him, I started changing the light in his sitting room to different colours. I can see how scary he was, I used my necromancy power to break his plates and anything breakable in his kitchen at least he will die today, even when I finish draining his blood I will still demolish his apartment so as not to leave any traces for investigation.

“I do not fail in my calling, ever. I want to know what's going on” "Okay". Marta's eyes slide across my face as she scans it for the slightest bit of uncertainty before going on. “We burned the dark one and doused him with stormhat, bitter bile, and even salt. There was nothing that helped. The mummification acted as a kind of armor. It was only when we ... separated him to pieces that he finally died. As I said, we do not know exactly what was decisive”.

I don’t understand the look he has on his face—his eyes are dark, and his lips are parted slightly as if he wants to say something to me. “ Vi—Vitora… ” I croak, my reactions and thoughts slow. It feels like I am floating in the air, so light and still. I am dying again, it seems. And I wonder for the third time… What do I feel now? But I still don’t have the answer to that. It’s like my mind has gone blank, and I have accepted my fate truly. Yes, I am dying. But what’s new? “ The—The flowers you saw… ” I don’t know how I manage to talk, but I do. “ They—can…kill the vampires…Use them…like they use wolfsbane—wolfsbane against Lycans. ”

And as each vampire drank, she recited a chant for the potions effect to be activated, "Sorvex vampyri, veneficus draconis , Zarathrax nocturnum, umbra potentis" As she did this, each vampire wore a mark on their forehead, a symbol rather, using a trace of the potion to do it which reinforced the potion's connection to them and could be used as their new brand. The leader of the vampire, loved the idea of that. The change was good.

“That seems… extreme and showy.” “Hmm,” she had a vampire’s aversion to admitting their weakness, however the Triquetra were her mates. “Vampires can only be killed by destroying their bodies beyond the ability to heal. We will otherwise recover from most injuries. The brain, the head, quartering the body, or burning us. Usually, a combination is required to be absolutely certain. It is gory and violent, but death is rarely otherwise, even the most peaceful passing of old age has its moments of horror. It strikes me that a creature that continues to exist after being dead will require similar actions taken to ensure its demise.”

vamp (plural vamps) Noun A flirtatious, seductive woman, especially one who uses sexual desire to exploit men. [ca. 1915] ~ A certain group of strippers are forced to reunite under tragic circumstances. When one of them is found murdered in her home, the five of them come together to form an ally, their aim, to bring the killer to justice. But somewhere along the line, they find their lives entangled each in a bigger mess.

Vitali asks in frustration, though I can hear the pain in his voice. “Wolfram is a metal also known as tungsten. It’s a thousand times worse than silver. A mere cut made by wolfram is enough to kill a mutolupus in hours. The metal is poisonous to our kind… and there is no cure for it,” he says regretfully.

Besides being fully unconscious, her breathing and her pulse could barely be detected, and her pale skin and sunken eyes gave her the appearance of one who was already dead. After administering the wine and the acidi vegetabili, he listened to her heart and began muttering to himself. I considered this an ominous sign. Adara couldn’t pick up the words he was murmuring, but I could, and so I quietly repeated them for her. In retrospect, I should have lied and said he was talking to himself about her excellent chances for recovery. But I didn’t have the presence of mind to do this, and I know I only further upset Adara by repeating his phrases such as “aconitum on Vukasin . . . most poisonous

“Untie me and I’ll show you how fiery.” He only smirked. “This wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t lost the bottle of life.” My chest tightened. “Why do you even want it?” Valmort’s grin widened. “Immortality, my dear. That tiny bottle contains the power to outlive the gods.” “Well,” I spat, “it’s gone.” “Oh, I know.” My smirk faltered. He stepped closer. “You thought it was over when it sank, didn’t you? Poor thing.” I swallowed. “What do you mean?”

When he got to his room, he moved the small statue on his desk and a part of his desk drawer came loose. He opens it and there’s a small vault. He entered his code and inside there was a small glass vial in the shape of a capsule. Inside it is a dark-concentrated liquid consisting of Vervain mixed with Nightshade. Two deadly plants that could burn, poison, and kill a Vampire. “I never knew this vial would see the light of day,” he said to himself as he took it and wore it as a necklace around his neck. CONCURRENTLY… In Qillalon’s room.