Novel & Cerita Mark Of The Vampire Heiress

She tasted like alcohol and fruit, a heady sweetness. Finally, I broke the kiss. Her eyes widened as she tried to chase the kiss. An amused smile curled my lips as I caressed her moist lips. “Now that's a proper kiss,” I whispered. Her cheeks flushed, and she looked at me with amazement like I'd just done some magic. But then, her nose scrunched up as she sniffed lightly. “Wait.” Her brows furrowed. “You smell like—” She paused, then her eyes widened as she took a panicked step back. “You’re a vampire!”

it was like all the air was sucked dry and I couldn't breath, as my eyes took in the most beautiful creature I've ever laid my eyes on, My breathing contracted, she was curled in my arms, so small, dirt on her skin, her hair tangled across her face. But none of it mattered. she was the most beautiful creature I've ever seen I gave her my blood to speed up her healing. Her scent was thick, overwhelming. Tempting. I wanted a taste. But I marked her instead. My fangs pierced her neck before I realized what I was doing. And when the mark began to bloom across her skin, I didn’t stop it. a feeling bloomed deep within me

*************** I was woken up by the chirping of birds and the relentless buzzing of my phone. The sun, which had set from the east, almost blinded my face, causing my vision to become blurred. Upon picking up my phone, I almost lost my balance when I saw the news headline. THE HEIRESS OF THE LANCASTER GROUP, NOW MRS. REID HAS BEEN CAUGHT IN BED WITH ANOTHER MAN JUST AFTER THE DEATH OF HER HUSBAND’S GRANDMOTHER. WHAT COULD BE HAPPENING? I quickly got out of bed and made my way towards the bathroom. Searching for Alex, but to no avail.

Because beneath the surface The past had just reached out and touched me first. That marking… It wasn’t just from my pack. It was from a division most believed had died with it. A symbol carved only by those who survived long enough to become something else. Something worse. Hunters. Avengers. Ghosts. My stomach tightened. Because if that mark was real Then I wasn’t the only one who had come back from the dead. --- “No,” I whispered. This wasn’t part of the plan. There were no survivors. There weren’t supposed to be.

You don't move on from the person who holds half your soul. Marcus found me when I was sixteen, after my parents died in another attack. He took me in, trained me, taught me how to control the wolf inside me, how to fight, how to survive in a world that wanted us dead or enslaved. He was a good mentor, patient and skilled. But he never understood my obsession with finding Ava. "She's gone, Roger," he'd tell me, over and over. "Her family went deep into hiding. Even if you found her, approaching her would put her in danger. The hunters are still looking for you both. Your connection makes you targets."

"Looking for something specific, or just enjoying the ambiance?" I turned to see a small, wizened woman perched on a rolling ladder, peering at me over the top of a pair of spectacles. Gretchen. She was probably the oldest vampire I had ever seen, her skin like crumpled parchment, her eyes holding the weary wisdom of a thousand years. "I need research on hunters," I said. "And anything on dying and rebirth." Gretchen nodded slowly, her gaze thoughtful. "A tall order." She began to descend the ladder, her movements surprisingly spry. "Though you'd better find it soon. I hear the new clan leader plans on tearing this whole place down."

“It is too dark for me, especially for someone like me who prefers the opposite.” “That must be pretty hard living with.” She inhales sharply. “I do the opposite of everything. I let animals free during hunting, I don't like drinking blood, and I hate attending the gothic parties. I could on and on.” “I'm so sorry you have to live with this, but trust we are not much different. I just discovered I'm a vampire with a very bad blood lust and so much more I'm yet to comprehend.” We walked to the windows at the end of the hallway, looking out at the village. We watch outside in silence for a bit.

I took a deep sigh and then said, "Uhm, A pleasant day to you, our deity. I am the heiress of Vamparia, Celestine Duke, and I came again to this place to ask for your favor." My voice was echoing all over the place, the silence was very loud, and it was killing me inside. "I ask to have a gift. It was said in the books that I was born because of your favor. You have given my mother a gift to be able to conceive a child just like humans. And now I am here. As an heiress, I desire to have an extraordinary gift that can have a contribution in ruling Vamparia as part of the royal family." I continued in between spaces. There was no response at all, and I am starting to be confused. Why have I be

And I knew I could not tell Nikolai. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, forcing the words out despite the way my voice trembled. He laughed. It was low. Dark. It curled around me like smoke and made my skin prickle. “The vampires have a rare trait,” he said slowly, leaning back in his chair. “When they claim a human, they bite into their neck and leave a mark called the Blood Mark. It binds them. Body and mind.” My fingers curled into my lap and I could almost feel his teeth again in my neck, claiming me.

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.