My Sister The Vampire Books In Order Novels & Stories

I ordered my sister. Jennifer didn’t hesitate. She kicked the vampire between the legs and threw herself to the floor. The vampire roared in pain and rage, but he didn’t have time to react before I rushed toward him. I plunged the leg of the table straight into his heart. The impact stopped him, freezing him in place. That was my chance. I dropped to my knees beside him and grabbed him by the neck. “Who sent you?” I demanded. “F*** you,” he spat. Then he smirked. “I see why our lord is so obsessed with you, Bella, or should I call you Nyr…?”

Nanami Vincent returned to her domain and coldly looked at the scene in front of her. The memories she wanted to hide appeared. That year, Nanami Vincent hated a lot of people. They turned Nanami Vincent into a bloodthirsty vampire, and vampires must use blood to survive. Nanami Vincent touched her lips, and she really couldn't remember why and who turned Nanami Vincent into a vampire. Nanami Vincent, out of sadness, turned her older sister into a vampire, hoping to have someone by her side. But in the end, that selfishness killed everyone. No one was happy. No one was happy.

As he took a sip, his eyes took on a faraway look, and I knew that he was about to share his story. "My sister was killed by a vampire," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "She was only sixteen, and she had her whole life ahead of her. I still remember the way her blood looked on the pavement, the way it smelled." I listened sympathetically, trying to hide my feelings of guilt and remorse. It was hard to hear about the pain and suffering that vampires and werewolves had caused, but at the same time, I couldn't forget about the fact that they were also victims. I could feel the weight of my secrets pressing down on me, threatening to suffocate me.

came a voice from within the trees. We all turned simultaneously to discover Sybil walking boldly toward us. To my dismay and surprise, she’d managed to cast some sort of netting that formed a cocoon around the bodies of Gwendoline and my grandparents. Only their eyes and nose were exposed. “We can’t have you old timers weaving any spells to prevent me from being reunited with my daughter now, can we?” she said with a sickening sweetness. Her eyes darkened to display her anger when she set eyes on me. “Hello daughter. You’ve been a great inconvenience and embarrassment to your mother. Not only did you shame me, but you put me in a position of having to bow down to a vampire king who I’d muc

he whispered against my skin. “Screw you,” I bit out, though it came out more breath than bite. His grin was pure sin. “Anytime, baby doll.” His mouth was back on mine before I could think of a retort, kissing me so hard it felt like he wanted to devour me. And for a second, I let myself get lost in it—let myself pretend that this wasn’t completely insane. That he wasn’t my stepbrother. That he wasn’t a two-hundred-year-old vampire who could kill me if he wanted to.

Seeing her ring, she said something to the man who disappeared around the corner of the building for a minute, and then my sister opened the back door of the SUV, and in a cooing voice said to Bonnie, “See? Man all gone.” I was surprised at how skittish Bonnie was. Generally speaking, Vampires are not frightened of much of anything, at least not in my experience, but she held onto me tightly, and it took me a second to pry her loose so I could hand her to Cadence long enough to extract myself from the vehicle. As soon as I was out, I wanted her back, and I could see the disapproval in my sister’s eyes, like she just couldn’t believe me, as Bonnie came back to me.

My mouth falls open and my hand flies to cover it as the carnage continues to grow more and more bloody. A blur of movement catches my eyes and I spot Rome, my sister, my Twin, leaning heavily on a tree, blood still clinging to her face and body as she watches the spectacle until she is tackled. She cries out and Monty’s head snaps towards her as we watch a vampire bite down on her arm. Instinct takes over, my legs moving of their own volition as I fly over to her and kick the vampire’s legs out from under him.

It’s a form of torture, not all vampires have that trait,” she said and licked her lips before clenching her jaw. ”Only mine and Malia's bloodline have it.” Malia released a breath, her shoulders sunk and her eyes were staring at Amber in sadness. ”I didn’t know…I swear I didn't know,” she said and looked up at James. A growl rumbled through the room and the next thing, James had Raven pinned up against the wall. ”How do I save my sister!” Raven didn't bat an eyelash, Fredrick was about to step forth but Raven held her hand up, gesturing for him to stop.

"I just remembered that I have an assignment to collect today, so I have to end the call now, OK?" "Oh. Okay then. I'm really busy, but if there's anything, all you need to do is just call me. Syuuutt ~ I will definitely go straight to your place! Understand? You are still my top priority." "Yes, I understand. I'm fine, really," she explained. How could she tell her sister that she had just been chased by a group of vampires? Her sister would have thought she was crazy, then lectured her for hours and told her to stop watching the TV series Shadowhunters or something similar on Netflix. Or the worse, her sister would stop the Netflix membership service—the worst thing she should avoid the mo

“Caaaadence…” “Just listen. If you don’t want to, that’s fine, but if you could start actually listening to those voices you hear in your head, maybe you could see what the real Vampires are saying. Maybe they know what’s happening.” She had intentionally chosen the word “real” as a way to distinguish her sister from the dangerous bloodsuckers she was made to kill. “You know I can’t understand them,” her sister replied quickly. “I know. But maybe you’re not close enough. Or maybe you’re not concentrating. Or maybe you have to hold your mouth a certain way. I don’t know. But would you consider trying?”