Pemburu Vampir

Before my parents died, they entrusted me to the most powerful vampire clan — the Vanderlooms. I married Jason, the heir, and spent ten years by his side — only to discover he'd gotten his vampire subordinate pregnant. He said I was just a human. That conceiving a vampire's child was nearly impossible for someone like me. That even if my parents died saving his life, it didn't mean I could hold on to the title of lady of the house forever. Vicky said she needed human blood for her pregnancy and demanded I serve as her blood thrall. Jason just watched with casual indifference. He didn't stop her. So I packed my bags and calmly handed him the divorce papers. He sneered. "That trick doesn't work anymore. You want to leave? Go ahead." "Give it a week. You'll come crawling back." But what he didn't know was that I'd already accepted another man's proposal. This time, I was done loving him for good.

Violet eyes with piercing sight. Mane of gold in pale moonlight. Skin so hard and lily white. Voice so soft, yet filled with might. He comes to me in the dark of night. Flash of teeth, smile so slight. There is no fear, no need to fight. In his embrace, I crave his bite. -S.R. Michele, or Shelly to those closest to her, is a typical 21 yr old, trying to find her way in life. She has good family, a close circle of friends. She's outgoing and friendly, and a bit reckless and impulsive sometimes. And she has certain gifts...when she touches things, she can see into the past, she can feel what was felt by others, and she can sense things before they happen. Ok, so maybe she's not so typical. An impromptu trip to New Orleans, a party on Bourbon Street, and an attempted assault in a dark alley lead her into a world she didn't know existed...but one she's not afraid of. She doesn't know if the violet-eyed stranger that comes to her rescue, and follows her home, is a friend or a foe - and honestly, she doesn't care. Once you've had a taste of the darkness, it's hard to pull away... **** This book was written in the late 1990's - early 2000's, and originally published in 2004, under the title: Diary of a Vampire by S.M. Royston. It was my first book, and it wasn't long until I came to hate it! (Please, don't look it up - I promise you, it's terrible) So here we are, years later, and I've decided to throw out my original work, and re-write it. Because I'm the author, and I can do that. The story, characters, and settings are the same - but the writing style is different, and in my opinion, much, much better. I hope you enjoy it. ****

"Kiss me." The words leave her mouth in a breathless whisper surprising the two of them "I won't, because if I do I won't stop there." "Who says I want you to stop." In a world ruled by vampires, one girl holds the key to freedom. When she's sold into the vampire court, she finds herself in a dangerous new world But when she falls in love with the vampire prince, she discovers a power she never knew she had. Now, she must choose between her duty to her people, and her heart's desire. But in a world of darkness and betrayal, is there any hope for true love?

He was looking for prey She was being hunted He is the Vampire King She is an ordinary Werewolf They are MATES This is their story This is book 1 in the Royal Family series ** Warning this story may trigger some readers as it contains sexual and physical abuse, rape, some violence and mature scenes. Please read at your own discretion! Royal Family Series Book 2 - Daughter of the Vampire King Book 3 - The WereWitch and the Royal Alpha Prince Book 4 - The Royal Triplets

After seven years of loving Kael, the Vampire Prince, he finally agreed to marry me as a human. But there was a condition—he wanted me to donate one of my kidneys to my younger sister, who was suffering from renal failure. I agreed without hesitation. Relieved, Kael handed me the marriage application and promised that once the surgery was complete, we would hold the wedding. What he didn't know… was that I only had twenty-four hours left to live.

El día antes de mi boda, fui temprano a nuestra catedral para familiarizarme con el lugar. Sin embargo, encontré a mi prometido y a mi hermanastra, Isabella, haciéndolo en el altar. Nuestro altar. Los atrapé en el acto. Él ni siquiera se disculpó y simplemente me echó a la tormenta. Me desplomé bajo la lluvia torrencial. Fue entonces cuando él me encontró. Alistair, el Príncipe Vampiro. Se movió como un dios en medio de la tormenta. Me sacó del barro y me dio un palacio. Le dijo al mundo que yo era su alma gemela. A quien había buscado durante siglos. Su única. Durante cinco años, su devoción me convirtió en la envidia del mundo sobrenatural. Pensé que yo era la única excepción en su vida eterna. Hasta que encontré su habitación secreta. Mis dedos rozaron un antiguo pergamino. Las letras estaban escritas con sangre. La primera línea era su nombre: «Isabella». Seguido, de puño y letra de Alistair decía: «Prioridad absoluta. Por encima de todo». Debajo había un registro de un sanador que nunca había visto. Era el registro de sanación de un vampiro sanador. La fecha era de la noche en que descubrí que estaba embarazada. La noche en que me atacaron los hombres lobo. Ese día, me trajeron de vuelta al castillo cubierta de sangre. Aun así, los sanadores nunca vinieron a buscarme. Desperté sola. El bebé se había ido. Nuestro hijo. Su sangre, mi sangre, se había ido. Y mi ropa estaba empapada con lo que quedaba de él. Limpié todo rastro. Cuando llegó a casa, me derrumbé en sus brazos. Pero nunca se lo dije. No podía soportar que sintiera el dolor que yo sentía. Ahora lo entendía. Esa misma noche, Isabella también había sido atacada por hombres lobo. Y la orden de Alistair a su consejo fue: —Envíen a todos los sanadores. Isabella es la prioridad. Mi corazón se detuvo. La desesperación era como un veneno corriendo en mis venas. —Si nunca fui yo... entonces puedes quedarte con tu eternidad. No quiero ser parte de ella.

Kaleen came from a family which haunted vampires for many generations. When the Kingdom Vel was suddenly attacked with werewolves, She came to ask for the help of the king of vampires, Marcus. As one already recognized as hunter by the vampire community, she was turned down many times. Determined to get the help that her kingdom need, she fell on her knees and beg before the mockery of Marcus. The king of vampires finally agreed to her wish for a condition of bearing him an heir who came from the family who relentlessly hunted him for years. As Kaleen was desperate to gain the powerful king’s support, she sacrificed herself including her ideals for her people. What Kaleen didn’t know that she had fallen into a plot created by Marcus himself. From the deliberate attack of werewolves in Vel to the relentless struggle of the people there which finally pushed the princess, Kaleen, into making the decision of her life of marrying him. This is to push the Vel to the brink of destruction until it would crawl right on his palace’s footsteps for help and to deny Askian, a werewolf king of a rival kingdom, from his own mate Princess Kaleen.

Four creatures live in this world: Vampires, Werewolves, Witches and Wizards, and Humans. In a change of event, I was taken in by Werewolves and protected from the war ongoing between Hunters and Vampires. All were attacked by a new enemy from the Old World but when the time came and my powers as a witch grew vastly, I was able to capture the minds of Vampires, Werewolves and Hunters to join hands to defeat our common enemy. They learned they needed to watch each other's back and being the Witch for the New World and the Queen Of All Vampire's Kings, I was able to ever the peace.

Na véspera do meu casamento, cheguei cedo à nossa catedral para me familiarizar com o lugar. Em vez disso, encontrei meu noivo e minha meia-irmã, Isabella, transando no altar. No nosso altar. Eu os flagrei. Ele nem sequer se desculpou, apenas me expulsou na tempestade. Eu desmoronei sob a chuva torrencial. Foi então que ele me encontrou. Alistair, o Príncipe Vampiro. Ele se movia pela tempestade como um deus. Ele me tirou da lama e me deu um palácio. Ele contou ao mundo que eu era a sua alma gêmea. Aquela que ele passou séculos procurando. Sua única e exclusiva. Por cinco anos, sua devoção me tornou a inveja do mundo sobrenatural. Eu acreditava ser a única exceção em sua vida eterna. Até eu encontrar seu quarto secreto. Meus dedos tocaram um pergaminho antigo. A escrita era em sangue. A primeira linha era o nome dela: Isabella. Logo abaixo, na caligrafia de Alistair: “Prioridade absoluta. Acima de tudo.” Abaixo disso havia um registro de cura que eu nunca tinha visto. Um registro de cura de vampiros. A data era da noite em que descobri que estava grávida. A noite em que fui atacada por lobisomens. Eles me trouxeram de volta ao castelo, coberta de sangue. Os curandeiros nunca vieram até mim. Acordei sozinha. O bebê tinha desaparecido. Nosso filho. O sangue dele, o meu sangue — desaparecido. E minhas roupas estavam encharcadas com o que restara. Eu limpei cada vestígio. Quando ele voltou para casa, desmoronei em seus braços. Nunca contei a ele. Eu não suportaria que ele sentisse a dor que eu senti. Agora eu entendia. Naquela mesma noite, Isabella também estava sendo atacada por lobisomens. E a ordem de Alistair ao conselho foi: — Enviem todos os curandeiros. Isabella é a prioridade. Meu coração parou. O desespero corria como veneno nas minhas veias. Se eu nunca fui a escolhida… então você pode ficar com sua eternidade. Eu não quero fazer parte disso.

After crashing her stepfather's car, Jo Fisher faces a five-year sentence under the strict oversight of a high-level mafia vampire guardian. **WARNING: INCLUDES DARK SCENES SOME MAY FIND DISTURBING** In this new world order, large vampire families once thought to be the mafia in the 20th and 21st centuries, now preside over all legal matters and wield global authority after making their true natures known to the world. Jo's sentence is to be served as a contracted slave at Camilla Academy, a prestigious institution established by the more refined families. Here, vampires at a young age learn to coexist with their human counterparts and maintain control. All while ensuring their human charges become compliant and dependable sources of sustenance. Jo's options are limited. She must either adopt the role of a slave/pet to a vampire master or become the more cherished ward of a Daddy (or Mommy) vampire, expected to regress into an almost adolescent state of obedience. Dane, an ancient vampire prince underboss from the original family, is drawn to Jo's vibrant spirit and tendency to push boundaries. Captivated by her fiery demeanor and stubborn temperament, he is determined to have her as his mate rather than a subordinate. Can he temper Jo's vivacious spirit just enough for them to navigate the academy's demands without extinguishing the very fire that draws him to her?