Novel & Cerita Judas Iscariot Vampire

Yep, Juliette is the last descendant of the Dracula race, a race that is said to be the ancestor of the vampire. The woman is above the level of all vampires because she has the blood of the first vampire ancestor. Not only that, the blood of Alucard, the ancient Dracula general who made the forbidden pact with the wasted angel Azazel was also flowing in his body. That's what makes Juliette the only pure descendant of the Dracula race that has survived until now. Juliette is also the reason why Damien has a sword that can kill a person even with a small scratch. A sword made from the bone fragments of the king of hell, Lucifer. And no one knows the reason why Juliette gave Damien his freedom

Judas preached about the demon princes and how they and great plans for them, saying that he’ll was only trying to weed out those that would prove detrimental to the rule of the demon god Lucifer, with promises of brighter days ahead and how they would one day claim the Earth, he was able to build up a loyal and faithful following with even priests breaking rank from the Catholic church to side with him, Judas was a dangerous man with dangerous ambitions but due to certain things he is no longer the agile one he used to be so to make sure that his dreams would be fulfilled, he searched for a heir and finally picked Klaus as an apprentice to train under him, Most were dumbfounded by the deci

"Jesse, what's been bothering you? I can see it in your eyes. Please, tell us." Jesse sighed, his gaze fixed on the dancing flames. "There are things you all need to know," he began, his voice heavy with emotion. "Secrets that have haunted me for centuries." We leaned in, our curiosity piqued. Jesse took a deep breath, steeling himself for the revelations that were about to come. "I am not just a vampire," he confessed. "I am a descendant of an ancient bloodline, one that holds immense power and a dark legacy." Gasps filled the air as we absorbed his words.

I had my eyes only on the cowering man. "You will never hurt anyone again," I told him. "Tonight will be the last day you terrorize my life and all those innocent people." Judas must have seen an opportunity because the color of his eyes shifted into gold and claws grew from his hands and feet. His skin became grey, covered in fur. He snarled at me, lunging at me in an attempt to rip me apart. I easily evaded him, kicking him in the chest which sent him flying across the room, smacking the wall next to it. Like a bonus point, the fire licked at his fur and flesh. When I saw that he'd managed to right himself again, I dashed forwards. A burst of flames hit me in the back but not before I coul

Isaac asked. “No, look,” Cara said pointing to the now open door at the jail. Three black slaves were now being led from the jail to the wood pile. As they walked closer, the torches shined upon two men and a woman. Behind the slaves were white men, possibly deputies, forcing the slaves to their deaths. “I know that one,” Bohdan said. “The tall one of the left.” “How do you know him?” Cara asked. “He’s the slave that turned me. I was in the process of selling him back into slavery when he got to me and bled me. I survived and turned into a vampire.”

Blake stretched his fingers and pointed at a man who was covered with white hairs. "Apostle Peter!" Blackwheel intoned. "He is close to Judas Iscariot who doesn't have any circular ring on top of his head." "Yes!" Blake smiled as if he had accomplished a groundbreaking science feat. "That is another way to know he is Judas Iscariot. You are observant, Mr. James Blackwheel. The absence of the circular ring above Judas Iscariot's head firmly proofs that his place in the kingdom of God has been taken away from him."

He finished and my eyes widened as I tried to take in his words. "Wh-what do you mea." "How ironic it will be . You turning into the one thing you despise the most," his smirk grew wider, releasing his grip and my entire body started to feel numb as I came to realize what he meant. "Shall we do it now?" He asked casually. I shook my head in fear.What the hell? No way. I don't want to be a vampire.

My heart shot to my throat. The cars slammed to a stop, blocking us in. Then doors opened. Six figures stepped out. Leather jackets, tattoos, piercings. But that wasn’t what got me. It was the eyes. Bright red. And fangs. Sharp and long. "Vampire hoodlums," Jude muttered. "Seriously? That’s a thing?" "Stay in the car." "Like hell I will." Jude got out, slamming the door behind him. One of the vampires stepped forward. He had a chain around his neck and a scar across his forehead.

Surrounded by a black aura and flipping pages on its own, the book glowed ominously. She descended the ladder and approached it. As soon as she touched it, the book dropped, its dark magic vanishing. She knelt, examining the old black book, its scent and pages ancient. As she flipped through, she saw the list of vampire Supremes before the race split into two. Then she turned the page and saw the symbol of the black vampires. Her heart raced when she saw the image of the Thirteenth Prince of the blacks—Prince Zumir. Born on December 10, 1481, Zumir possessed powers unlike any blue-blooded vampire. His eyes were pitch-black and terrifying; his face alone could instill fear.

Anara Knight Fuc* ! This was bad! I couldn't believe my eyes! She was Vera great grandmother or someone of her bloodline.....hence the name Knight....Zara Seravera Knight. The dream was true....it was indeed in the eighteen century when the witches first discovered Elysium. When women were killed with a black poison. But what shocked me more was the name of the man that ruled the werewolf world after her......Edward King.....my great grand father. The very man I saw in my dreams.....the healer boy.....my healing abilities came from him!