Novel & Cerita My Vampire Story

Unknown P.O.V It has been several weeks since I sent my spies to track down Hunter in the Liverpool area. As I am sitting in my lounge my mate comes in with my other love. It is not natural for a Vampire to have two mates however, I do not live by society's expectations. The moment I met Veronica one night, I claimed her as mine. I had known her for a long time, I just needed the moment to act. She was strong and vibrant to survive the transformation.

he prodded. Here goes nothing. Nevi was either going to take pity on me because I was obviously suffering from post-traumatic shock or he was going to ask me to leave. Remembering I’d driven his vehicle to his house and had nothing of my own to drive back, if he asked me to leave, it could prove awkward. “I saw a woman vampire… a blonde woman vampire. She was drinking the blood from someone’s thigh,” I stated as calmly as I could. “Did you see whose thigh?” he asked.

David Winston was the first Vampire king who won ten kingdoms after defeating the Dragon king Marcus III and the werewolf king Pyrus, the blood hunter. Elsa read a lot about their journey when she came across a picture that had written about a night creature's consummation. It was such an awful picture. Elsa averted her eyes and slid her fingers to the other page because she didn't want to read it, and the little knowledge her maids gave was enough to understand what was on this page. “Don't,” a cold voice whispered and made Elsa jerk up in the seat with a scream, “O My god! “Shh! Your husband,” Gabriel laugh near her ears and held her in place.

I’d been the one to follow him; it had been my choice. “Tell me,” I whispered. The water roared in my ears, and I took another unsteady step away from the edge of the cliff. Cyrus stepped with me, smoothly and swiftly. “I’m surprised you couldn’t tell,” he murmured, raising a hand to stroke down the side of my face and cup my cheek. “I don’t want to tell you. You were just starting to like me.” “Tell me,” I repeated, more firmly this time. He sighed, and shifted his feet, but there was no venom in it. His tone was flat, almost despondent, when he spoke. “I’m a vampire.”

It was the vampire they had been searching for. Amanda and Hannah were prepared to fight, but the vampire surprised them by speaking first. "What do you want from me?" he asked, his voice deep and resonant. "We just want to know about your origin," Amanda replied, trying to keep her voice steady. The vampire hesitated for a moment before speaking. "My name is Vincent. I was born in the 17th century in France. I was turned into a vampire by a powerful witch, and I've been alive ever since. But I've always kept to myself, staying away from humans and other vampires alike."

He continued to stroke her arm as she lay awake wrapped in his embrace, he knew that she was quiet because she didn't know what to say so he picked up his courage and started the discussion. " when I was twenty five, I was captured by a sadistic vampire who loved torturing me more than anything in the world. The torturing started when I was a human and she made me into a blood slave, when she saw how quickly I tend to fall unconscious, she turned me into a vampire and continued to torture me. This went on for a a year and I was addicted to her blood. If it wasn't hers, I couldn't keep it in me. She always gave me details of what was happening to Jessica. Telling me that

"You would not listen to me." He is having trouble breathing. He drowns in his own blood--I hear it gurgling deep in his lungs--and I am tempted to put my lips to his and suck it away for him. Such a temptation, to sate my thirst. Yet I leave him alone. "Who?" he gasps at me. I continue to stroke his head, "I told you the truth. I am a vampire. You never stood a chance against me. It's not fair, but it is the way it is." I lean close to his mouth, whisper in his ear."Now tell me the truth and I will stop your pain. Who sent you after me?"

Though someone may have complained about the lack of vitality. However, something unexpected hit Dante when one day, a woman came to his door with a child claiming that he was his father. There was no way that Dante would admit it because he didn't believe in women anymore when his mother left, not to mention the pure pleasure from fresh. But the DNA test left him speechless. The woman asked for quite a lot of money and left without any hesitation, she was soon gone again as if she never appeared. If it wasn't because of the child standing lively in front of him, Dante would consider all this as a dream, a nightmare. He tried to figure out how he and the woman had the child but all he got wa

She ignored my question. Without warning, she lunged forward, grabbing my hair and twisting my neck to a side before burying her fangs inside my neck. A blood curdling scream escaped through my lungs and she clutched my mouth roughly. She was a vampire, she was so much more stronger than me and I was aware of that. But I had to fight back, I had to do something, anything. With another muffled scream, I tried to lean away from her as she kept sucking my blood, completely draining me. " I hate you and your presence so much that I had to stop myself from ripping your heart out every fucking time you lay your filthy hands on him." She kept rambling as I broke down on the floor, clutching my neck

" Adonis Pov We listened to the story Cayce told us. All of this destruction, all this death, riding around not only saving our Luna but killing what seems to be the very first vampire in the entire world. Fuck. "Why would you tell us this story? Wouldn't it make sense to support your son in this?" Ares asked. I am also curious about this.