Love Story Of A Vampire Mga Nobela at Kwento

*Centuries ago, a time where Vampires, sphinx and werewolves lived together in peace, love and harmony, until evil covered the cloud of Transylvania* My name is Luther, I'm a vampire from the old world, I am over 400 years old, I lived in Transylvania, my father was the over Lord (Dracula) my mom was a werewolf (Tania) from Romania (another city where werewolves and other creatures live) but died 200 years after my younger sisters' birth, her name is Annabelle, she is 300 years old, I was to be dad's successor but everything changed when my father was killed, it was the day of my inauguration, we were ambushed by our own people, sects of disloyal elves and Sphinx, and it all turned out to b

He looked at me with disappointment. "How many times would I have to tell you this Amaya, I would never in my life hurt you." "How am I even supposed to stick with that when I don't even know your name?" "Faire enough." He chuckled. "My name is Damon." Damon, that's a nice name. Wait a damn minute. "Damon Salvatore?" I questioned. Even though they looked nothing alike, I couldn't help myself from asking. I mean what a coincidence this was. Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon.

I asked and she nodded. " Blood of a victim. I had to inject it inside the apple. It's fun, you gotta try it." She said and I scoffed. That's totally weird. " Who's he? Her new boyfriend?" " He's a vampire, from a different coven." I said and took a sip from the wine. " Poor thing. A vampire took your girl." She said mockingly and laughed. Lydia crossed her legs and smirked at me. " Let's make out." She whispered, running her fingers up my arm.

With some people, he did in a blink of an eye and with some people he would just do it right in front of their eyes yet they wouldn't pay attention to it with the amount of alcohol they had chucked down. The rest of the time passed with Antonnio and Jasper flirting with each other and interrupted by their kisses and sneaky hands groping each other. I would be embarrassed as red to stand there and watch them all over each other. Watching them hold each other, I knew this was love. I sighed at my unfortunate fate and looked away when they both leaned forward to kiss each other after a couple stumbled their way out as they got a card of a skeleton and blood seeping out of its mouth with a brain

“Stacey, we need to go.” “Are you kidding?” she whispered, clutching my arm. “I need a moment to process what just happened. He was even hotter than I imagined, and that woman with him? Who is she, Tarini? And why do you get all the luck? First, you’re on a date with Mr Dr Good-on-Paper Aryan, and then Professor Valerian himself swoops in to save you?” Well her madness is the result of the woman with Valerian. “It’s not luck,” I muttered, trying to brush off her questions. “And he’s just…our professor. I need that recommendation, Stacey. This isn’t a romantic comedy.”

She called her boyfriend and cousin, Tom, and Roda, to accompany her in babysitting her nephews. Every time Celestine visits her nephews they always asked her to read them a story. This time, she didn't read them a fairy tale story but a story that happened in real life. Most people of her father's age knew the story of the vampire king who slept for almost fifty years because of the witch's curse. And some people wrote it and made it into a book. "As of now, the vampire king was still sleeping because the woman who will fall in love with him hasn't appeared or we don't know if that woman will appear. After all, no woman will love a ruthless and scary vampire," Celestine answered Diego, the

She gasps in a whisper, and he presses a finger to her lips, shutting her up. His smile a radiant ray of sunlight in the gloom of the forest, stepped forward, his other hand reaching out to touch Amelia's cheek. Emryn was her mate, and even if it is forbidden for her, a vampire to marry a necromancer, she doesn't want to give up on her love for him. Emryn, his eyes darkening with passion, leaned forward, his lips grazing against Amelia's cheek in a gentle, possessive caress.

Another figure leapt out of the darkness to where she was lying, picked her up and hoped away Earlier, Damien had gone hunting for blood. Damien didn't usually hunt for blood every night, a single person's blood was able to sustain him for a few days. However, ever since he crossed paths with Elsie, he has been strangely hungry for blood and never got his fill. He was deep in the forest, he picked up the scent of blood which meant someone was approaching. He got a feeling which wasn't the usual feeling the smell of blood gave him. Vampires, all vampires get crazy at the smell of blood when they needed their refill. They get drawn to it like a mouse does to cheese. But for Damien, his nose pe

The forbidden love that had sparked the change now served as a beacon of hope, proving that love had the power to rewrite the rules and reshape the future. As the moon waxed and waned overhead, the werewolf kingdom witnessed a transformation that rippled beyond its borders. The alliance between vampires and werewolves, once met with skepticism and resistance, became a model for other supernatural communities. The story of Hera and me, a werewolf alpha and a vampire princess, echoed through the supernatural world as a testament to the potential for unity and understanding. In the quiet moments under the moonlit sky, Hera and I reflected on the journey we had undertaken. The challenges, the co

My name is Julius and his name is Romeo. - Are you going to tell us a story, Julius? - Yes, a story. – The other little ones say in chorus and sit down in front of the two lovers. - I'm going to tell you a true story that happened many years ago. – the little ones smile. Once upon a time, there was a young vampire, the most beautiful that had ever been born. - More prettier than Romeo? – little Theo asks. - Prettier I don't know. Perhaps.