Raja Vampir Novels & Stories

The man was silent, pondering over the information given to him. Rogues were a rare case. They were always said to be rebellious, and in some cases, dangerous. Apparently, I was a great exception, but he didn't need to know that. Usually that fact was what made vampires that had any interest in my change their mind. "Blood type?" he questioned. My eyes went wide again. He's still interested? My nerves knotted tighter in my stomach. "B-negative." A rarity among blood, so I'd been told. "And, lucky for her, she's never been bitten." he finished, crossing his arms.

He stood up immediately and hurriedly took a deep bow. "Adrik." The silhouette ignored his son on the ground and gazed intently at Adrik, who wasn't in the least surprised at his sudden appearance. "Vlad." Adrik's lips arched up and he gazed at the silhouette that was known as the one and only Vlad the Impaler, the strongest and ruler of all vampires. His entire body was draped in a black cloak, and his dark raven short hair matched his pitch-black eyes, which complemented his pale skin and gave him the appearance of a young man.

She reluctantly sat there, looking at the Goddess in front of her. "Give me your hand," Hecate offered, showing the girl her upturned palm. She placed hers in it, a little surprised at the coldness meeting her skin. "You are grieving. Your heart has been broken by the vampire," the Goddess' voice sounded ominous and powerful, suddenly coming from all around her. Diana's breath hitched in her throat. The Goddess wrapped her hand around hers, her sharp and black nails quickly sinking into Diana's skin like tiny blades, drawing blood. Diana let out a pained mewl, eyes widening with alarm.

I got some food and after that we walked closer to the nearby table. "Why is there a table upstairs?" I asked while looking at the floating table with six chairs there. "That's for the Vaughns." She answered so I really look at her. "Who are those Vaughns? They treat them like VIPs?" I ask. She laughed. "You say that because you don't know anything about the Vaughns yet but once you know everything. You can say that 'the Vaughns are very powerful.' " she says. "The Vaughns are the richest, strongest, most powerful and beautiful race in Vampire high." She told a story.

“I don’t know what transpired between you two, but you reverse it now before Ruarc loses it.” “I am not doing shit.” He approached me and yanked me by the arm. “Crinka, listen to me. Raja is a lycan. Lycans hate werewolves. If you don’t withdraw, he will kill you.” “Great. I don’t want to live anymore!”

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had surv

Alessia will not casually spill Federico's secret of being an immortal vampire to anyone—let alone the dumb mortal girl who dares to force herself into Federico's home. But Federico does not nod or even look grateful at Alessia. In fact, his brow is beginning to droop low—almost as if he is displeased. "Hailey is my possession. You are not break what is mine," Federico replies. Alessia laughs without any joy. "You can find another servant to replace her. She isn't worth keeping when she's already so defective." Then Federico does the unimaginable. He walks up to Hailey and grabs her by the wrist. The poor, idiot girl startles, but Federico has supernatural strength—one of the perks of being

And he was one terrifying son of a bitch. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” I inquired, he did not just call to chat. In fact it was a rarity to have as much contact as we had with each other. Vampires were solitary creatures by nature, and even the consistent contact I had with James and Rosamaria was a lot. However, we had built an empire and had to keep up appearances. “I have heard whispers about your new wife” he began and I felt my heart drop. I remained silent, waiting for him to continue before giving him any information. “It is my understanding she is from Andromeda’s line?”

"He's mine!" the rogue vamp yelled through gritted teeth, his glowing green eyes boring into mine. Then, he hit me in the chest with his fist, sending me flying into the parking lot, as I slid across the hard pavement, trying to regain consciousness. He was definitely one of The Others, rogue vamps who didn't care about human life. Having completely lost their humanity, they cared for nothing more than self gratification and the kill. "Hey, you're pretty!" he said with a half smile as he started toward me, arms outstretched, grinning seductively.

Anya asks curiously. “Mate,” Aunt Athena said. “What’s wrong with calling that man that you save her mate?” Anya asked. She was as confused as I was. “Because the man that we had picked up by the invisible border was not a shifter nor human,” Uncle Drake explained, a small smile appeared on his face. “The man that Camila called her Mate. The man who came from the North was a Vampire.”