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Seeing the stack of books piled up high on top of the table I knew I had found the right table. “Alec, I think we should go look in the kitchen. No one is back here.” Savenia said. “That my dear is where you are drastically wrong.” Once we reached the back table I watched as Savenia looked at several of the titles of the books piled on top. “History of the Werewolves. Psychology of the Paranormal. Ancient Greek Mythology. Witches and their Divine Power. Fae and the Woodland Creatures. The History of Dracula and the Vampire Methodology. Werebears and Shifters of all Kinds. Whoaaa. Those are some serious titles. I wonder who checked all these books, then lifted them here.” Savenia said.

I was a woman but still a vampire after all. Dermott dipped a strawberry in champagne. He split it in half with his fingers and handed one half off to Christos. Each of them rubbed the wine-soaked berry all over one of my nipples. At first, I nearly jumped out of my seat, but Theron's hands on my shoulders, softly caressing me from behind, stilled my surprised movement. When Dermott and Christos each leaned down to lick the juice and champagne off my nipples, the double stimulation made me moan. I arched up into their mouths, barely noticing as they slid me forward on the lounge until Theron could slip between me and the back of the chair, his long legs splayed out on either side of me and h

"You were wrong when you thought I'm a thousand years old. I wanted to correct you, but I couldn't wait to have your juice..." Hearing the words 'your juice' from his sensual smear lips, was enough to make me aroused. This was bad, he awakened the horny she-wolf inside me. "It's not that bad, my queen. Vampires are well-known for being horny creatures just like us the incubi and succubi. So you don't need to FEEL bad." He emphasized the word 'feel' as from now on it was official that I was going to feel more. "Indeed, my queen. You'll feel more."

There were many secrets about the three of them that sparked my curiosity, but the most important one was Lexy. Where was she now and why did she come and go so easily as if she had never really left this place? And one more thing... Lydia. Who was this woman? Why did she feel familiar to me? Bold lipstick, sharp gaze, and her neat appearance... they were all familiar as if I had seen her before. If she's not a real lycan, what does she want from Ben besides power? Is there an element of romance in it? Or... revenge? *** I stood in front of the mirror, took off my bathrobe, and looked at my slightly protruding belly. I touched it gently. I felt life inside it—not just ordinary life.

Lisanna started telling Cassandra everything she knew. “Those boys following them are Jet Crane, he is a warlock, Liam Wright, a werewolf from the West, and Oliver Hunt, a vampire. Jet currently ranked number 4 while Liam was 5, and Oliver was the second,” Lisanna said. Cassandra listened intently. “And those mean girls are Judith Lockhart, a witch, Krystal Knight, a vampire, and Joana Redwood. Joana was also a vampire and she was obsessed with First,” Lisanna mumbled. She ate the remaining piece for her food while looking fat Cassandra's reaction in front of her.

AVA'S POV “For a queen you are, you're getting a bit too comfortable with these humans,” Rowan whispered, his breath tickling my skin and his voice husky and laced with a hint of warning. My gaze narrowed, eyes flashing red with a hint of danger as I took in his words. “And what makes you think so, my love?” I purred, my voice dripping with sweetness as my fingers trailed his bare chest down below to his hard member. Of course we were lying naked in all our glory, skin flawless yet had a pale color to it, and this was absolutely normal being vampires.

“But over time, the darker vampire races followed them here, and in increasing numbers. The early wars in the colonies weren’t between humans: they were really wars between good and evil vampire races. “And the persecution of witches in Salem was just a front for a persecution of vampires. Wherever there is good, bad follows. A perpetual battle between light and dark. The witches who were persecuted and hung in Salem were all of the good vampire race. “This is why it would make perfect sense for your father to be buried here. Why Salem, in general, makes perfect sense. Why your necklace makes perfect sense. It all points to the same thing: that you are the one heir. The key to finding the sw

Whatever this is, involves Liberty, and if it involves her, it’s just as much my business as theirs. They both look at Esme. “Were you there, or are you yet to be there?” Christian demands loudly enough to make Liberty jump. “Both.” Esme stares at her hands and whispers her response. “Seriously! What the fuck aren’t you saying?” I jump to my feet, ready to lose my shit, they asked us all to be here but tell us nothing. Zander nods in Uriel’s direction. “You should take a look at this.” Uriel puts the book on the table and my stomach hits the floor. ‘Vampyres or Vampires? – An encyclopaedia of fact, fiction and food sources.’ What the actual fuck?

Maybe she could ask Zoran if she could spend a couple of hours here every day. Walking down the isles, she noticed all kinds of books. Some on witchcraft, others on vampires, elves, unicorns, dragons.. everything she’s ever read a fantasy book about, there was plenty of information on it. Just as she was going back to the first floor to wait on Zoran, she saw it. The werewolf section. She couldn’t control herself. She had already glanced at all the other books but those. Slowly, she made her way over, looking at all the titles and covers. Finally, she found what she was looking for. Reaching up, her fingertips grazed the spine as a hand grabbed her wrist.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.