Nama Vampire Keren Novels & Stories

Vampires are dying. No, that is not right. They are being killed. Vince corrected his thoughts as he gritted his teeth, he mainly stirred clear of vampire politics and ruling. He left that to the primordials who were interested in other vampires adoration. He felt quite comfortable with his job as unofficial ruler of the primordials although he always protested loudly whenever it is voiced. He was the only sane primordial among the rest and he had a natural charisma which made the others to follow him, not to mention his ruthless fighting. Being alive for more than a millennium had a way of making you unfeeling and ruthless but he had always been ruthless right from the start.

The dim lighting cast shadows across his sharp features, enhancing the undeniable beauty that had always marked him. Valen was a masterpiece of vampire allure. His face, perfectly sculpted, held a quiet but overwhelming intensity. High cheekbones, a strong jawline, and lips that, even in their neutral state, seemed to hold the promise of something dangerous. His raven-black hair fell in soft, controlled waves to his shoulders, framing his face in a way that made it impossible to ignore his piercing crimson eyes. Those eyes, glowing faintly in the dim light, held centuries of knowledge, pain, and fury—yet beneath the coldness, there was something infinitely more dangerous: control. Complete a

I look at mom and I can tell that she is just as surprised as I am. “I found out that those three vampires are Zharten, Thalex, and Ramulus. They are from a coven in the Mediteranian area. Their coven is one of the oldest and most powerful in the world. The current vampire king is Zharten’s cousin. The warlock is from the Galliant coven and they are the oldest and most powerful coven in the world. His name is Nikolas and from what I found out he is the mate of Aliya’s cousin Dreston.” Nalmyra states.

It was marvellous. I glanced around trying to locate my cousin, Lucian. He was the emissary for the werewolves, but I didn't see him. I saw the ambassador for the vampires. His name was Nicholi Winterbourne. He was the oldest vampire alive and the King of his undead people. Next to Nicholi sat his wife, Katherine Winterbourne and their daughter, Danika Winterbourne and for a vampire, she was fucking hot. An empty seat was next to Danika, it was most likely for her brother Dimitri, who was known for his womanizing ways. For some reason, I did not remember ever having the pleasure of meeting him.

Main Characters 1. Aria Valen Role: Protagonist, vampire hunter, and the Crimson Fated. Description: A skilled but conflicted hunter with a mysterious birthmark tied to an ancient prophecy. Fiercely independent, she begins to question her beliefs as she uncovers the truth about vampires and her own destiny. 2. Valen/lucian Draevan Role: The male lead, vampire lord, and protector. Description: Known as the "Blood King," Valen is a brooding, immortal vampire cursed with a tragic past. Though ruthless in battle, he harbors a softer side that emerges as he grows closer to Aria.

He took a step back and she landed on the bare floor. "I doubt you know who I am," he spoke without fear. She laughed maniacally, "we, the condemned, have neither fear of the gods nor of man. Tell me, who are you?" He smiled, "I am no man. I am Sebastian Deusdedit, lord of the vampires." She seemed a bit shocked for an instant then her eyes glowed even more. "Even more lovely," she licked blood red lips, "your heart will give us even more power than we have ever had and we will conquer the villages and rip their heart to shreds."

His thoughtful gaze wandered around the room. “Lord,” William began hesitantly, “this is our king.” He has no equal in strength. There are legends that vampires can leave offspring. This has never happened in my lifetime, but I believe it is possible. A born vampire has pure blood, he is devoid of a human past and everything connected with it. He is a true predator who knows no pity and does not know how to love.

A younger lady asks as we get to the boardwalk leading into their town. “Hello, I am King Brandt, and this.” Before I can continue with my words, she drops to one knee. “King and Queen of the Northern Vampire Kingdom. It is an honor to be before you.” “What is your name?” Elnora asks as she leans down to take the young lady's hand and stand her back up. “My name is Jackie.” Her words are shaky as she speaks. “Are you ok?” Elnora asks again as Jackie looks around uncomfortably. “If you are here, it can only mean one thing.” She whispers. “What do you think we are here for?” I ask her. “You are here to kill the king.” Her words are nearly inaudible.

They were there for a purpose, driven by a thirst that went beyond mere bloodlust. At the helm was Lucien, a tall and elegant vampire, his face an impassive mask, his mind sharp and focused. Years of struggle against the werewolves had honed him into a lethal adversary. With a mind like a steel trap, he knew that their plan required perfect execution, precise timing, and complete secrecy. He was a master of manipulation, a tactician without peer.

I took a sigh of relief, dragged my suitcase behind me across the road and waved down a cab. "Where to mate?" The cab driver asked in a heavy British accent. He had this red copper hair tied in a pony with a weird quick smile that went on and off. "East stand apartments" "A student, huh? You have to be careful here, mate, there is a vampire problem" "Have you met or seen one yourself?" "No, but we see it on the news. It's just a matter of time before they start feeding on us" And I was there to stop that. For years, my training, and dedication as a vampire hunter was on killing vampires and preventing them from harming humans. The cab pulled over at the prestigious east stand apartments.