Romans & histoires My Vampire System: A Dragon's Revenge

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The first strike came at the Valley of Aros — a human stronghold under Qombinian protection. It fell in two nights to a vampire horde that moved like smoke and drank everything in their path. When Drakonios arrived, there were no negotiations. No mercy. He walked into the valley alone. The vampire soldiers laughed. Arrogant. Drunk on blood. “It’s true,” one of them mocked. “The dragon has gone soft. Where’s your queen, oh great flame? Did she melt your bones before she left you?”

Draven’s curse was crushing him, tearing at his veins, heating his blood past breaking. His magic flared, gold eyes bleeding into blazing red. The air thickened with heat and power. Stones cracked under his feet. He was losing control. Kael lunged forward. “My king, shift! You’re burning up!” Vanessa didn’t think. She moved. She pressed her palm to Draven’s chest. His power slammed into her, wild, scorching, overwhelming. She gasped as her healing surged, pouring into him, cooling the fire, forcing the dragon back.

happy as he bit into her, then ripped her throat out. The vampire looked to me with blood spilled over his mouth. His face was of defined bones and taut muscles. A true fucking beast! "Watch out, Sasha!" Draconian yelled as his blade decapatated a blur heading right for me. A headless woman appeared next to me and fell limp to the ground. This shit is too weird for me. "I'm going to die!" I cried to Draconian. "No you're not. Take this." He handed me a small metal stick.

Nick and I nodded, “Do you accept your position as queen of the vampires and relinquish your life to the vampires as a hybrid?” “Yes.” “NO!” Mara yelled, but we continued, “Do you accept her as your queen, lover and mate?” Mandy asked Nick, he nodded, “Yes.” She took a knife and cut my hand first and then Nick’s, “This is the blood oath, this will bind your souls together for eternity.” She then muttered words in another language that sounded romanian or greek. She then placed our hands together and Nick bit my neck; I winced at the sudden pain but it soon disappeared

Instead, his rejection had nearly driven her straight into the hands of something far worse than anything he could have brought into her life. Because Viktor wasn’t just any vampire. He was something that shouldn’t exist, something that made even Magnus’s dragon recoil in instinctive terror. A Firstborn—whatever that meant—wearing a boy’s face while carrying the weight of millennia. And Dana… God, poor Dana. For all her manipulation and cruelty, even she hadn’t understood what she was dealing with. The babies stirred restlessly inside her, as if they could sense her agitation. Or maybe they were responding to the dragon magic that had been protecting them all along. Magic she hadn’t even kno

“She was ill, Alyra. A rare disease. It was contagious. We had to isolate her. But she’s nearly healed now.” My chest rose and fell rapidly. “Then why bring her here?” His next words made the air leave my lungs. “She’s the key to our revenge. The price we will offer you. Alpha Viktor must pay for what he’s done to this pack. You will go and seek revenge.” “And if I don’t make it?” My voice trembled. Silence was the only answer I got, but deep down, I already knew what it meant. I stared at him, unable to believe what I was hearing. Revenge? My mother as the price? My mother?!

"What are you talking about?" I asked Landon, my voice low but firm. I was about to turn and face him when he went in front of me himself. He towered over me, his eyes were dark and vicious looking straight into mine as if he wanted to look into my soul through them. I don't mind if he could. I don't care about anything else now. All I want is vengeance and I'm willing to do whatever it takes just to have that. "You heard me right, Eve. You have had vampire blood in you ever since you were born."

Veronica's POV: My heart pounded in my chest as I turned to face Draco, his eyes now consumed by a bottomless void of darkness. Fear gripped me, for I knew what this meant - his insatiable thirst for blood had taken hold of him. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to run, to escape the imminent danger that lurked within the once gentle soul of the man that just saved me. My heart raced wildly as I recalled the legends and myths surrounding vampires, their eyes turning black in the throes of bloodlust.

Melia burst out laughing. "You're sweet, really," she said, still laughing. "I can see why I didn't bite your collarbone." "You're, oh my God," he shouted out of nowhere, standing up and backing away. Melia stood up straight again and faced him. "What am I?" "You are... unbelievable!" he exclaimed, and it seemed that everything he had been feeling just a few minutes ago faded away to a feeling of awe. "Biting, 38-degree food, hell, aura," he said to himself, connecting the dots. "Yes, Orleans, I am a vampire."