روايات وقصص ضمن Nama Vampire Keren

There were also three rogue werewolves, enormous, with deep scars and fierce eyes, two small elementals, one of earth and one of wind, and a tall gray-skinned woman with completely white eyes, carrying a bone staff. The leader of the group, a tall bald vampire with a scar running from his eye down to his chin, raised his gaze toward the window and gave Adrian a nod. "That’s Darius," Adrian murmured. "An old hunting companion. He brought the best ones who still owed me favors." Valkiria let out a low whistle, impressed. "You really summoned the renegades. I thought Darius had sworn never to set foot in Darkmoor territory again." "He did," Adrian replied with a smile. "But I told him Dracula w

“You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.” I scoffed. “You sound like a conspiracy theorist. Vampires don’t exist, and you’ve got to stop reading all those fantasy books.” Before she could say anything else, I grabbed another slice of toast and breezed out of the apartment. My condolences to the victims, but vampire attacks were just so stupidly unrealistic. Like creatures of the night actually existed. Right, sure. “Mr. Vale’s not in right now.” Celine said at the reception, looking me up and down.

she said, looking up at him with that innocent smile. Dante’s jaw tightened for the briefest moment, but then he gave her the kind of calm smile only a father could wear. Meanwhile, I was shaking inside. My mind kept circling back to what I’d just discovered. A vampire. He wasn’t human. And if Dante wasn’t… then what about Rosa? Was she one too? The thought made my chest feel heavy, but I didn’t have the luxury to dwell on it. I had one goal—only one. To break my hymen. Everything else had to wait.

I wondered, enjoying the feel of my body and the fresh air. “As you may know, vampire blood has healing properties for werewolves. In times of war, they are very desirable because they can heal wounded men and are easier to control than adult vampires. In the vampire world, stealing offspring was the most serious crime. All werewolves who steal vampire younglings become blood slaves.” He let out a forlorn sigh and then glanced over at me with an odd expression. “The vampire king, Jorah, had a youngling, a daughter stolen by a werewolf many years ago during a war. The king has been searching for her ever since.”

"The vampires are said to be dark creatures of the night blessed with longevity, immortality, and power. Yet nature always finds its balance." "You are tasked with the responsibility of finding out just what that balance is." Mr. Kieran stood before us with a sharp gaze. "Find out the best way to permanently kill a vampire."

she sighed, feeling sorry for me. "I learned about vampires' existence only yesterday, so it is kind of obvious that I do not know much…" I tried to find an excuse for myself. She smiled, gazing at me with eyes full of fire. "First of all, there are three types of vampires. We call them the nobles, commoners, and degenerates. Nobles are the kinds of vampires who were born this way. They grow up in a way similar to humans, but once they reach adulthood, they age slowly. They can not live forever, but they can live for centuries. They can have children, but pregnancies among vampires are really rare. That is why there are now only five noble families living in the world. The Duke of Calvet is

the talkative drew a chair towards my bed, eager to hear the story. “I’ve fought a vampire named Sakaru. She’s unarguably the fastest vampire alive. Even faster than that fraud called Dracula. Dracula, as said by the people, was the first vampire, but I can assure you that he’s not the best. Sakaru in question is a fierce and extremely fast opponent—” “So what is the connection between the both of you? What was your objective for fighting?” Amber quizzed. “It’s kind of complicated, I can’t say.”

Renan had gone without warning, as if something triggered his immediate return to the mainland. Flora could only assume that finding Mr. Renan in that room had everything to do with him being sent back to Cardena. Perhaps Mr. Dante was angered that he slept with the other guests of the mansion? If so, who were those guests? Who were those three women whom Flora saw standing on the south terrace talking to Mr. Renan? Flora was rinsing the pot when she had a vision, a strange image as she recalled the stories during her childhood of three sisters who were supposed to be living on the island Orsica, luring young men to become their victims. After a moment of alarm, Flora smiled to herself. Sure

He tried to figure out how he and the woman had the child but all he got was the answer of a drunken night. In the end, Dante accepted the boy. Maybe because he saw himself in the boy who was also left by his mother. He named the boy Dae, which is the only thing he got when he asked. Dae is taken good care of, of course, on the material level. No one knows if he really understands what happened and if he considers Dante as his dad, yet no one could blame him. Thus, you can always find the awkward atmosphere between these two, where in most cases, only exists the silence.