Novel & Cerita Resident Evil Vampire Daughter

Lamara stood with her back, trying to hide her features, whispering again in a rigid tone, devoid of emotion, "I don't remember, I don't remember how I came here, nor how long ago, so long, countless and countless." "But you don't look like a vampire, not by the blackness of your hair, your height and the color of your skin." Lamara took her braid between her fingers, wandering with her thought towards the far, far away, towards memories that have now become just ghosts of memories that do not remember their features or nature. She answers her question, “I am a hybrid, my mother was a forgetful and my father was a vampire, and after my transformation I kept the hair color and the length of m

Even though I'm close to Drake, he doesn't know anything about their past, while Alice has always been upset with me for reasons I can’t seem to comprehend. But the point is that despite being adopted, they were believed to have celebrated their twenty-first birthday lavishly. Even though vampires can't have children like humans, our history book claims that our divinity gave the queen the ability to have a child who would be the heir to the kingdom. And that child is me now, and I’m hoping that as a child given by the white deity, I’ll be able to celebrate mine too. I am not after the grand celebration though because I am not a materialistic person. What I want is for my twenty-first birthd

So much has happened, and so many secrets have been brought to light, after what I saw in my dream and at her funeral, I knew she was telling the truth. “This is who we are, we are their doppelgangers, their second chance to be reborn. She believes that your birthday is the same day as her daughters, her daughter was a hybrid witch and vampire, incredibly powerful. She had two daughters, one was just as evil, who could wield fire elements. She believes that you are the incarnate of Ravena.” everything she was saying clicked with that dream I had. “It makes sense” she looked at me questioning.

he murmured, tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear. I rolled my eyes, but couldn't fight the grin spreading across my face. "Careful, Nightshade. Your charm's showing." "Can't help it," he retorted, pulling me closer. "You bring it out in me." As our lips met in a tender kiss, I marveled at how right this felt. Me, the daughter of Lucifer, tangled up with a vampire. It was absurd, impossible—and absolutely perfect. When we finally broke apart, I rested my forehead against his, basking in the contentment that radiated through every fiber of my being. For once, I wasn't itching to run, to chase the next thrill. I was exactly where I wanted to be.

A voice slithers from the dark. Unknown Voice (hollow, female): "You cry of choice. But choice is an illusion. You carry a weapon meant to undo empires." Ceres (defiant): "She's not a weapon. She's our daughter." Unknown Voice: "She was never yours alone. The fire claimed her long ago. She is the echo of two wars. The fuse to a third." Xavier (growling): "Then we'll shatter the flame itself if that's what it takes." Unknown Voice:

"Mom was wrong. What did we do to you? What did we all do to you?" Even though Ava had already experienced it once, she still hugged the diary and cried until she shook. "Mia, look at Dad. Please look at Dad." Dad crawled to the desk. "Dad was wrong. You were never a bad investment. You're my daughter." He lifted his hand and slapped himself hard twice. "I'm not human. I forced my own daughter to death." Ava crouched on the floor and frantically searched for the forum on her phone. "I want to trade my sister back. I'll pay any price."

Only then did Kelvin notice Jillian. There was a nerve pulsing on her forehead, and her eyes were bloodshot. Her entire body was trembling violently like a leaf being buffeted by the wind. "Who is that woman, Daddy? Why are you holding her hand? Tell me that she's just your friend. Hurry and tell me that she's not my new mother. I don't have a mother anymore since Sienna left. It's only supposed to be you and me from now on…" No matter how fiercely Jillian tried to deny the truth, Kelvin's mistress, Maisie Ferrera, continued to cling to his arm affectionately. "Is this your daughter, honey?" she asked coquettishly. "She's so pretty. She looks just like you."

He, of course, couldn’t leave silence alone. “Are you Romero’s actual daughter? Blood?” he asked after a while, tone casual in a way that was far more dangerous than shouting. I stared at the passing ground. Ignoring him. We were reaching a city. I could smell more decay. The presence of more vampires. “I asked you a question.” A pause. “You have hair different from the rest of your kind. So are you really his daughter—born the same day as Prince Elio? What were you doing on this trip?”

“He desecrates the gifts you have given us!” My father pauses dramatically. I wait with bated breath. “Well? Did the Goddess save him and his son?” I ask exasperated, unable to wait a moment longer for the answer. My father hangs his head in disappointment. “The goddess never came.” He says quietly. “Why!” I demand. Good has to triumph over evil. That is the order of things. That is how the world works. “Our Goddess blesses us with many things. A wolf bound to our souls, the ability to shift, strength, power, a mate, and free will. That will can be used for good or evil.” He explains. He hands me a slice of watermelon. “Take a bite.”

Mom asks out of partial curiosity as she sinks into the couch, her legs crossed on the island table. "She's old, full of wrinkles, and can barely lift a cup, and me?" I give a little twirl, "I am young, succulent, and beautiful. A typical Aphrodite's rebirth and might I add, a goddess in bed." I wink at the last part and she makes a gagging expression. "You need prayers, Adelina," she shakes her head, "In fact, you are a lost cause. A full session of exorcism can't even save you."