Rosario Vampire Books Novels & Stories

Nevi and I spent most of the night talking. Mainly it was him talking and me interjecting with a question here and there. I discovered my lover was the leader of a large group of vampires born of humans. We decided human-vampires was a good term for them. They had banned together—along with other races of vampires which he told me I was better off not questioning him on for the time being—and they’d rid the world of a considerable amount of the rogue vampires. Unfortunately, although vampires do procreate, the rogues learned they could also create vampires by making sure the human ingested vampire blood within a few hours prior to death. Because of this, they were making vampires to replace

Truly, violence does beget violence, at least for a vampire--nothing quite satisfies as does the sight of blood, except for the taste of it. I slip the arrow into the bow. My eyes narrow. Castro strokes the girl's hair.. Yet out of the comer of my eye I notice Seymour watching me. Seeing what? Sensing what? The blood fever in me? Perhaps. His next word is revealing. "Don't," he says. My aim wavers. I am amazed. Seymour knows I am thinking about killing Castro! Who is this Seymour, I ask myself? I lower my bow and look over at him. I have to ask.

“I don’t drink the blood or eat the flesh of humans. Remember, I’m not pure vampire. I’m mutant, but I’ve conquered the desire for human flesh. If I eat meat, brains are my chosen delicacy. As for blood... I never developed a taste for it and since I’m mutant I don’t require it for survival. I’ll partake in some on occasion, but it’s rare.” “Whose brains do you eat and whose blood do you rarely drink?” I asked hesitantly. “I’ve created a serum that makes it so I don’t need to drink blood or eat flesh for survival,” she replied. “But...” I sighed, “I don’t understand.” “Let me explain it to you as clearly as I can,” she said with boldness. “When the war broke out and the bomb was released,

He enlightened her. "Breed? There are breeds? Aren't you all the same?" Adrianna was dumbfounded to know that vampires have different breeds. He got up and went to grab a book from his shelves, and hand a heavy book to Adrianna. "This will help you because I am not good at explaining things and facts." Said Alaric. Her palms touched the cover of the book which looked antique and royal. She read the title 'Vamoose', called Vampire in latin. "You didn't tell me you have kids." Alaric asked her.

I hugged myself, not being able to look him in the eye. "Longer, actually…" I said quietly, but he heard me. He straightened himself before moving a bit closer to me and placing a hand on my leg, "Please, tell me." He said sweetly, I nodded. "Ever since I was a girl, I've had these strange dreams; at the start they were just of me running until I came to a halt with hundreds of eyes staring at me." He sat silently as I spoke, "Then they became different," he gave me a curious look but I continued, “It started showing both the vampires and werewolves and recently, in every dream, I’ve come close to death. And for some reason, for the past two nights, there’s this red moon that keeps popping u

Even without the meteor shower, that night would have been fun. I felt a lot of things that I hadn't felt in a very long time. Things that I didn't even realize that I missed. And some things that I probably would be better off if I ignored. But, for now, I was sitting on my side of Nico's bed, looking through one of the books he had on vampire history as he sat on his side, looking through a book of his own. Of course, I had read about vampire history when I was in school, but none of them were from a vampiric author. Which really made a difference.

“Rio… please come back to me.” Back in the Swamp The Devourer’s maw opened wide, belching a jet of black fire that turned trees to ash and boiled the swamp water into choking steam. The Valentines didn’t falter. Adonis struck first, claws tearing into its chest. Lucien moved next, slicing across its ribs with a savage snarl. Rio was a blur of gold and steel as he leapt onto the creature’s back, stabbing deep into its shoulder. It roared, flailing violently, sending waves of force that knocked lesser vampires off their feet.

Oblivion took hold of me, and a chamber of ice encased my swollen heart. ** The story continues in Book 2: The Bloodstone Vampire. Out December 1st 2020. Thank you for reading SRWW – I hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as I have!**

“He’s clearly got you on drugs or something.” “That’s ridiculous. I’m completely sober.” “Are you, Camille? I should give you a test or something.” He checked out the other books. More vampire romance? Where were the werewolves? He saw none. “Wrong,” Dire grumbled. Don’t worry. We’ll get her proper books. Maddox browsed more of the vampire books and realized that they all had the same author. Grace Moon. That was an interesting name.

"Just because the dust isn't disturbed doesn't mean that no one has been through there, Charlotte and I... We... Even after father had banned us from going in there, we would sneak in and sit in one of the back rooms as it is like a small library, there is a mountain of books in there that we couldn't find anywhere else. Like our history for both vampires and werewolves, I think there was a mate match of a werewolf and vampire in the Royal family a long time ago before any of the wars divided the two species, I think the war had something to do with that pairing. We would always make sure our steps were light, and we never touched anything but the door handle, so we didn't disturb the dust a