روايات وقصص ضمن Nama Vampire Keren

It didn't smell good or bad to me, but Seb would scrunch his face every so often clearly not enjoying the aroma. "Who are his descendants?" Seb asked. "Do they even know about him?" Jace added. This was the first time I noticed the tension in both their bodies. It was like they were having a contest on who could stick their chest out the furthest. I'm going to guess something happened between Seb and Jace when I was in the vortex. Now is not the time for me to bring it up though. "Erebus only had one son. His son's name is Ferox. The vampires know him as king Ferox the current ruler of vampires"

"She was the one who told me what werewolves were really called and why they decided to do such things." "According to the story, werewolves attack part of humans to blood beings, to..." he nodded. "That's a falsehood that writers accommodated to their whim. The truth is that the Unticinak are beings that protect the blood beings. They don't have that much difference from all of them, Elijah. Both the Unticinak and the vampires are souls that remain attached to the same being to whom they were sold." "He doesn't say that in any book. I'm disappointed that they lie like that," Za laughed a little at his indignation. "That doesn't make me laugh."

Michael asked, full of doubt. "Reread it; maybe there will be other information." Jake pointed at the device Emma held. Emma continued reading. "Vampires have their types and levels." Emma looked again at her two colleagues, who asked her to continue reading. "The first is Origin, a vampire of pure blood descent. This type of vampire is a vampire born from a vampire marriage. The speciality of origin vampires is their physical strength, like werewolves and yeti. The difference is that original vampires are stronger than werewolves, but werewolves have more senses and speed. It's different from Yetti, who is stronger than a vampire but stupider and slower," said Emma, reading with a strange f

“Why don’t we introduce ourselves? I made dinner. You could settle your disagreements over some food… or blood. Whichever.” “That’s actually a great idea,” the other vampire, who hadn’t spoken yet, said. “That’s Asher. This is my daughter, Via. I’m Silas, and this is my wife, Kerina.” “It’s Kerry.” “Wait, she’s your daughter?” Liz couldn’t hide her surprise. The man was clearly a vampire, but this Kerry—she looked so human. “Are you a vampire too?” For some reason, the couple had very different reactions to the question. Kerry seemed to grow uncomfortable at the very idea that she might be a vampire. Her husband, on the other hand, looked amused.

When the light dissipated, I looked at Adrian, hoping he was okay. I was the only one who knew he was truly a vampire so I wondered how he'd look after this process. He had survived the transformation, but his appearance had drastically changed. He now bore the markings of a Limean werewolf - a less honourable breed, less dominant and easier to control. I could sense the power flowing through him, but it was subdued.

Beads of sweat started forming on my forehead and I knew what was coming next. Before I could even name it, the hunger came. It was so intense and I thought I could lose my mind. Vampires drink blood. And I am a vampire. Not just an ordinary vampire but a cursed one. I get this insatiable hunger when midnight strikes and I couldn't control myself. But I don’t understand why I am having the feeling now when it’s not yet midnight. I looked at the girl in front of me, wearing a worried look on her face. Her name’s Annalise, a new student. And if she doesn’t run away right now, she’d be my victim.

It had to be. Words would never be enough to describe how relieved I felt that Ferrara wasn't the killer responsible for the death of my pack, which shouldn't be. If he wasn't the one who took them out, who did? How could there be another vampire as powerful as the vampire king? It wasn't making any sense. “She described him as a high-profiled figure from the Vampire Academy. He's got pitch black, soulless eyes and a deadly smirk.” The dizziness intensified. “What?” I snapped, gripping the phone so hard, it almost broke. “Pitch black eyes? You're sure?”

I gave her a look, a 'beats me' look and she stuck her nose up in the air before sliding into her seat, mumbling, "Bet Kane will be excited" Kane was our other best friend, blond, tall, firmly built and girlier than Sacha and I combined. Kane's dad was a vampire council member, an elder from all definitions. Kane's family was all sorts of complicated, with him being born out of desperation and a vow to keep the family line. His dad had married his human mother when the first vampire revolution had erupted, to take a stand with the humans and present a unified front from the council members, thereby aiding in stopping the war. It wasn't a marriage of love.

How will I ask without knowing his name? The house is very big. I could tell from the outside that it is a very spacious house though it is dark. Everything inside looks very well-reserved and neat. Unlike the pack house where everything is everywhere and about. I don't think werewolves are as organized as vampires. Werewolves like cozy places where there is a lot of company and life while vampires are very formal and neat individuals who prefer organized places. I think it was is just a slip that I found some of them drunk, but they still have the seriousness engraved in their behavior.

Shannon thought. After him, the vampire was more than eager to introduce himself, he wanted his mate to know who he is, his name at least. “I am Kieran…” He paused then looked at Shannon who not looking at his but busy cutting the stake on her plate, it hurt him to think that she did not hear his name or was not even interested. He cleared his throat then continued. “Kieran, the vampire elder.” That was all he said then looked at Shannon again, this time she was shoving the piece of stake in her mouth.