Novel & Cerita Lord Vampire

His voice cracked, echoing through halls no human had walked in centuries. Far away, in a crypt of iron and blood, a vampire lord stirred from torpor. His pale lips curled into a cruel smile, fangs flashing as he whispered, “So the Crownless has found his mate. The old prophecy stirs again.” Around him, lesser vampires trembled, for they too had felt the pulse in their marrow.

He wanted a reaction from me and he got the response he was clearly searching for. “You fucking bastard!” I raised my fist to punch him in the face, but with a speed that didn't surprise me anymore, he disappeared from the spot and appeared at the other corner of the dark basement. “You really underestimate me, Aurora or should I say Rose? Have you forgotten exactly what I am?” His eyes gleamed with pride and mischief. “A vampire. And not just any vampire. I am the leader of all vampires. I am Lucious Vladimir, the king of all vampires.”

Chapter Nine (Elena POV) “Dear Goddess, she's half vampire Livie. What do we even know about Vampires let alone werewolf vampire hybrids.” “I’ve done my research have you?” “I was up most of the night. So far what I know isn’t good. Some High Lord of a clan of Vampires by the name Sanderson picked a fight with werewolves he couldn’t win, wanting to be the master of the supernatural world. It didn’t end well; now vampires are mostly extinct.”

Kesakten Vampir Segawon. The words seemed to fill the gaze of Hugo who was opening the old book, reading it with growing impatience. These three words, if interpreted literally, mean the magic power of the wolf vampire, or wolvire's magic power. It contained everything a wolvire could do, in this case, of course, an ordinary wolvire.

"Then let us make the dream look pale in comparison. I want to fuck you until you forget everything but my cock inside you." I swooned internally. OMG! I had no idea that the Vampire Lord had such a dirty mouth. Always acting all prim and proper. He leaned down and kissed me hungrily. His tongue swept into my mouth, tasting of the wine we had just shared and something uniquely dark and addictive. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, my fingers tangling in the damp hair at the nape of his neck. I sucked on his tongue, moaning softly as our lips moved together, wet and urgent.

The world had changed long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought.

While Lucy seemed so flippant about everything, I couldn’t help but feel something within me shift with this new knowledge, recognizing there was much more to being a werewolf and part of a pack than I’d ever imagined. Overhearing Lucy place the order, a man offered to buy the drinks for us, but only if we did body shots off each other. Lucy instantly agreed and begged me to do it with her. Not knowing what I was supposed to do, and feeling pretty tipsy at this point anyway, I agreed to it. Lucy lay down on the bar and pulled up her shirt, so her belly button was exposed. The bartender sprinkled salt on her neck and gave her a lime to hold between her teeth. He then explained to me what to d

"And what are those?" "First, the Vladers. They are the type of vampires who possesses mind reading. They are the strongest type of vampire so they are the first. You can only tell if Vlader is a vampire if they have bloodshot or red eyes. They lead the other vampires so don't try to fight them or you will be the first to die. And don't approach them, they'll know what you're thinking," Then Vlader is the man of my dreams. The strongest type of vampire. Strongest of all vampires. But… the vampire I dreamed about was not real!

Over time, the root cause of this terrible 'Blood War' was forgotten by many, and once fertile kingdoms became barren wastelands of ash and dust filled with pain, fear, and starvation. Decades later, this Blood War, which seemed to appease hatred between several supernatural clans and species_specially between vampires and wolves, came to a halt when the wolves lost their Great Alpha Lycaon and Alpha female Cyllene and the Celestial Empire lost their Emperor Amborgio and Empress Selene.

The sentinels exchanged glances, unsure of how to respond. Just then, a figure emerged from the shadows behind the sentinels. It was Aradmus, the vampire lord, who had sensed the intrusion. His piercing gaze locked onto Veronica, and a sly grin spread across his face. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "A brave werewolf is trespassing in my domain. How delightful." Veronica knew she had to choose her words carefully. "I have no quarrel with you," she replied, her voice unwavering. "I am here for my husband, and I won't leave without him."