My Father Sold Me To A Vampire Book Romane & Geschichten

"You have to promise not to tell Zeus about it." "Hmm...that is huge, what could that be that you don't want your brother to know about it?" I swallowed hard as my eyes flickered with uncertainty as I hesitated, but I had to let it out, my words coming out in a rush. "It's about... Rayvan, he sold me to the vampires as their blood bank..." "What the fuck?" He growls and I shut my eyes almost immediately. "Stop it..." My voice was barely audible. "Sorry, that asshole did show his true colors and aren't you...."

That howl felt too familiar. I gasped. “Dad!!!” I left grandpa’s body and rushed towards my father. The last vampire alive had attacked him had crushed his ribs with force. The rest of the warriors also rushed towards him, but me being faster than the rest of them, managed to reach him sooner. I roared at him angrily before clawing his heart out and crushing it. The vampire dropped dead, but instead of rejoicing for winning the war, I knelt down beside my father, who was now struggling to breath. He had morphed back to his human form. I quickly cover his body and then, Finn shifted back, allowing me to spend this crucial time with my father.

Your pack will suffer. But how could I live like this? With three monsters calling me mate? My voice cracked as I whispered, “My father… he agreed to this?” None of them answered. The silence was enough. My father didn’t just agree. He sold me.He sold me to them like I was nothing more than a toy. The world tilted, the edges of my vision blurring. My heart was pounding so fast I could hardly breathe.And then, everything went black.

“But first, on earth as vampires sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent Then ghastly haunt thy native place And suck the blood of all thy race There from daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must fee thy livid living corse Thy victims ere they yet expire Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem. When he finished, Aurora’s eyes were wide, and her mouth was open. “You know it by heart?” “Not all of it, but every night my father would read it aloud in his study. I sat outside the door and listened. He did it all of my life.” “Gabriel, do you think there’s some

The men were killed, and the women were brought and sold for the amusement of the rich Lygarians. This is how our mother ended up in Marbelin, where she met my father, a High Vampire from a noble family who ruled a small estate east of the city. They fell in love at first sight, and her father bought her from the merchant. Their love was strong, and the mother began to beg her lover to convert her, but was refused. He did not want to deprive his beloved of the gift of life. But when the mother grew old and her body began to wither before our eyes, the father realized that he could not live without her.

He didn’t utter a word, but it felt like he was conveying a thousand unspoken thoughts, each one weighing down on me. I was overwhelmed, and before I realized it, tears were streaming down my face. Did he even need to say anything? No. I could already tell. My father was dying. His body had endured so much damage that even the doctors and healers could do little. I barely managed to hear him recount the events leading to this moment. He had gone out to drive off the vampires that had breached our territory, only to find them attempting to force a young woman into their grasp. She fought with everything she had, but she couldn’t shift, and she had no power to resist.

Father walked closer to me. "Father?" I called. "Des," he said and pulled me into a hug. I felt him, and he was real. It wasn't a dream. My father was alive. I hugged him tight with tears in my eyes. I had missed him so much. He was the only one left out in the family, and now that he was back, we were complete again. I let go of him and touched his face. It was hard. He was a vampire. "Who turned you into a vampire?" I asked.

“Dad,” Liam whispered into the silence. “You’ve gotta start talking. Please.” Liam’s father inhaled. He stared at his son for a moment, then sighed. “Well, you never believed me before, so I didn’t feel the need to keep pressing the issue-” “Well, I believe you now!” Liam cried. “I was attacked by a vampire, dad! One of them killed MOM!” His father shushed him immediately. “Liam, hush! Do you want to get admitted to the psych ward!?”

My father followed close behind her. "Rebecca, are you serious about dating me because I was rich?" My dad persisted. "Oh, hush you! It was a long time ago. I love you. I don't even care that you’re not rich anymore!" And my father and mother continued that conversation in the kitchen. Meanwhile, I was left alone with Al. Somehow I couldn't shake off the fear and the thought that a vampire-werewolf hybrid was in our house!! He managed to get an invite! Unbelievable.

"At that time, my mom and dad were drifting apart because my father never had time. The throne had taken up all his time. My mom confronted him and they had a big fight. He left home. During that month, I thought my mom would die. Jeremy and I found a group of vampires and joined their gang when they promised to help us. They kept their word and my father retuned home but we had a bigger price to pay. They asked us to do so many this things that I wasn't proud of. It usually involved the death of innocents. Jeremy became a different person and did it without questioning them.