Is Morticia Addams A Vampire Novels & Stories

THE VAMPIRE'S WEAKNESS 18+ ~Fucking you is all about me~ ~l know what you're, you not a human but a witch~ ~Am a vampire, you a witch~ ~Am gonna fuck you like one~ **** SCARLETT'S POV. The dead deer lay on the side of the old country road. It's bloated corpse was sorrounded by flies and buzzards circling over its head, waiting for their moment to land and gorge themselves on the feast awaiting them. The scent of decay wafted through the air. I got the feeling that it was more than just one creature laying before me. It's ultimately met the end from the front of the semi truck.

I couldn’t help but smile at her. “As for the regular vampire abilities, we all have the ability to teleport and move with incredible speed,” Bernard continued to explain. “We all have heightened senses and can see in the dark with ease. We are also immortal, but not indestructible. Everybody has kryptonite. Ours happens to be silver. Silver weapons are used to kill us. The sun makes us ill and we could die if exposed long enough, but we won’t burn alive or explode.” “And we can eat garlic just fine,” Carter added with a smirk. “I hate that stereotype.”

What she must've meant to him. The mistress' soul was so dark...she killed so many of us...she was too thirsty... that ghost's words that had visited her that night suddenly echoed into her mind. Bringing even more questions to light. What could she have meant by that? Did that mean that Adelaide was a vampire too, and that she had killed her staff by draining them of their blood?

The Vampire wished to see me? I quickly skipped to her side, "Um, excuse me," I began in a soft voice, "The vampire? What is he like?" She chuckled, "oh, he is mysterious, almost dark and ominous. he loves to play games." I gulped loudly, she chuckled again. "Don't be frighten, miss. I'm sure your meeting will go well." Don't be frightened.easy for her to say. She halted at the door and knocked twice.

Deep in the dark, buried corners of my soul, my dead wolf let out a frantic, confused howl, stirring under the absolute dominance of his taste. "What are you—are you insane?!" I hissed, my face flushing hot as I tried to violently yank my arm back. It was like trying to pull away from a solid steel pillar. "Is this your twisted idea of a medical consultation? Vampire play?!" Killian didn't release his grip. He swallowed, his throat working heavily as he dragged the flat of his tongue across the slice, lapping up every stray drop of red before finally letting my wrist go. He leaned back against the leather cushion, a dark, crimson stain tracing the sharp contour of his bottom lip.

From the looks of her face it was visible that she was excited for this break. They were about to move when a sorrowful squeal drifted towards them. Vera stopped and looked around. She spotted Morticia's little wolf. It clicked as soon as she saw her and rushed towards her. “Oh my, I'm sorry. I forgot about you, Morticia. Come out.” Vera stroked her head. Taking her behind a tree, Vera helped her into her jacket after she transformed. Vera's heart ached because Morticia was smaller in human form. Given she could shift, she was over eighteen but physically she looked like a fifteen year old girl.

“The woman on that bed… is exactly what you’re suspecting right now. She’s the daughter of the mediator. She’s the daughter of the family that was wiped out years ago. She is basically our new mediator. The one we’ve been praying to the moon goddess for. The one that has made us steadfast in our lunar celebration. The one that will intercede for the last interruption that occurred. And she’s a vampire. Half vampire and half solarian but of course her father’s genes being the strongest carries seventy percent of her father. Her father, the last Prince of the Nocturis.” My heart dropped. A low gasp escaped me and my and I stumbled down on the chair.

"Speaking of the world of supernatural beings, there are a few things I'd like to ask you though." Stephen tilted his head as soon as he heard his question, getting closer to him. "About what? Just ask." "Are werewolves immortal, like the dragon clan or other immortals?" Stephen shook his head. "No. Vampires aren't immortal either. Why are you suddenly asking?" "Eh? Vampires are not immortal?" her eyes blinked in disbelief at what Stephen had just told her just now, approaching the man. "In all of the stories I often read--"

The Ember Ghost opened his mouth and showed his sharp teeth before lowering her mouth to the exposed woman’s neck. The crowd watched in silence as the Ember Ghost appeared to suck the woman’s blood. The woman’s arms flailed weakly but her face looked serene, if not enjoying the experience. Then, the woman’s expression slowly changed into pain and she grimaced. She placed her arms around the Ember Ghost’s head weakly before dropping them weakly to her side. Then, the woman’s limp body slid out of view leaving the Ember Ghost standing. He wiped the remaining red stains from his mouth with a swipe of his arm before disappearing within the smoke that blew from across the float.

“I never paid attention to the stories because I didn’t believe they were true. I do remember that vampires live on the blood of humans, not their flesh.” “Wadim change himself,” she said. “He eats flesh. He is…how to say... mute?” She shook her head with obvious frustration as she struggled for the right words. “Mutant,” I said. “Wadim is a mutant vampire?” I couldn’t believe my own words. “Yes… mutant. Wadim mutant himself and others. Now they drink blood and eat flesh.” “I saw pigs when they brought me here. What are they for?” I asked.