Novel & Cerita Male Anime Vampire

“Wha' wrog?” “They found another body,” She said, “Under the bridge. Same place as the last one. They said the body had all its blood drained out.” “Just like the last ones.” I shivered. She turned to me, eyebrows raised. “Apparently there are no obvious wounds. Do you still think they’re animal attacks?” “Of course.” I rolled my eyes. “What else would they be? Vampires?” “You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

She believed sometimes knowledge and curiosity would put someone's life at risk and she didn't want to drag anyone along with her crazy obsession about supernatural beings. With her secret collection, she knew that the prominent kind residing with humans were vampires. They were categorized in three categories. Pureblooded were those who were born as vampires with parents who were both vampires, they were the strongest. Turned vampires, humans who went through transition. And half-vampires, those who were fruits of the union of vampires and humans.

~~~ Amaya His eyes no longer had those pretty green tint in them. They were now a bright glowing red colour. His teeth now contained a pair of sharp fangs ready to bite through your skin anytime. He wasn't just my kidnapper anymore. Nor my stalker. He was now my vampire. This realization hit me like a train. My feet were glued to one place not daring to move. My breathing had stopped a while ago. The beast in front of me must've caught on to my nervousness because a small pang of hurt shot across his face but quickly vanished.

We both laughed and played in the water, but I couldn't take my eyes off the pink color of her bra showing through her white t-shirt. I quickly took off my tank top, which surprised her. "Senpai, what are you doing? Why are you suddenly undressing?" I just laughed and approached her. "So that you can have a better view of my body." She gave me a dirty look, and I was about to playfully punch her hand. "Look," I placed her hand on my chest and looked into her eyes. "You're so cold," she said, and I smiled. "Well, what can I say? I'm a vampire." She shook her head and gently touched the scar on my chest, clearly visible over my heart.

he added, the sweetest smile on his face. But Cyrille was taken aback when the man’s fangs protruded from his mouth, as if in a vampire film, and she became even more terrified. “Now, let me taste you once more, my love...” Cyrille awoke sweating profusely, trying to catch her breath. She can’t believe what she’s been dreaming about. She enjoys everything about vampires, but that was the only time she was scared. “Wait, what was that? Why did I have such a random dream?” She kept asking herself, unable to believe what had happened to her. She felt as if she were in a bureaucratic nightmare that she would never be able to escape, no matter how way too obsessed she is with vampires.

Phoebe shivered under her breath: “Open…open…. aaaaaaaa……” Phoebe's reason was fighting with the Vampire instincts in her, her whole body was shaking, her eyes were wide open, her mouth was wide open gasping to reveal sharp fangs, and her nails were already growing uncontrollably. In addition, her hair color is also gradually changing to white, only her eyes are wearing contact lenses. Now Phoebe is no different from a Vampire, but the difference is that she still has the reason to suppress her lust for human blood. She hid in the corner of the room and bit her arm hard to remind herself to stay awake. One bite wasn't enough to bring her back to her senses, so Phoebe was like a tooth-itchy b

Before Izzie knew it she was flung around, coming face to face with a strange male vamp. His deep red eyes raked hungrily over her, drinking her in as he held her still. He was only a little taller than her, though that didn’t give her any sort of advantage.

I reached the table in a few short moments, dropping back into a bow; I did not want to anger these creatures, not if I could help it. “Do you know who we are, witch?” Said the second male vampire and I could tell that he was much younger than the first, his English accent less prominent in his voice. The second male had the same raven hair as the first, though his reached the apex of his back; a similar central parting but without the shortness as the sides. He was as slim as the first, with piercing amber eyes much like that of the older vampire; his stance on witches clear to be nothing other than distain, especially towards me. He wore a full black suit with a crimson red mantle that cov

There was something in her aura that I recognized. The woman started sliding around her table, trying to get out. The young man with her was a vampire, I was sure of it. His eyes widened as he saw me, and he looked away, either afraid or wary. He inclined his head, acknowledging that I was of a higher status. Then, I saw her. She rushed past the woman. Her face was pale. An older man followed after her. Face flushed and angry. He came after her. Her clothes seemed slightly askew. Her hair was mussed, and she was fighting blindly through the crowd. I shoved one of the idiots aside and crossed the area. People stumble back and out of my way. My blood was boiling. My hunger and irritation were

Anya asks curiously. “Mate,” Aunt Athena said. “What’s wrong with calling that man that you save her mate?” Anya asked. She was as confused as I was. “Because the man that we had picked up by the invisible border was not a shifter nor human,” Uncle Drake explained, a small smile appeared on his face. “The man that Camila called her Mate. The man who came from the North was a Vampire.”