Rosario Vampire Character Novels & Stories

he demanded. "Because I could feel it," Drex replied flatly. "Feel it? What is that supposed to mean? Don’t play games with me! You’re the killer, aren't you?" Bob pressed, trying to corner him. Drex let out a long, weary sigh, seemingly exhausted by the baseless accusations. "Believe it or not, the culprit isn't human, Officer. Charlotte was the victim of a hungry vampire." I froze, staring at Drex. He spoke the word 'vampire' with such chilling conviction. Officer Bob’s eyes widened, likely wondering if Drex was hallucinating or simply hiding something massive behind a fairy tale.

m. Vicenta was heartbroken and bitter. When she heard someone screaming so loud, she had to find out who the person was. And to her dismay, it was Rosana, her archenemy. She wanted to believe she was with someone else but deep down, she only knew one man who could make a lady scream that way. And that person was Sergio De Niro. Vicenta was relieved when the screams suddenly died down and was ready to go out and meet him. To her, Rosana had fainted because she couldn't take him. She didn't care if he punished her. All she wanted was to get him back to herself.

He was like a wind when he went near them, you could not even notice him with your bare eyes when he does that, it was one of his abilities as a VAMPIRE. The criminal and the victim were shocked by his sudden appearance, they didn’t notice him. The woman cried, she was glad that someone came to help her, but she was still worried because she could only see a thin yet tall young man, she wondered if she could beat the guy who was thrice bigger than him, especially that he has no weapon. “How dare you disturb me when I’m not even finished and just starting to feel good,.,’’ he glared at him as he let go of the woman’s neck.

Lisanna started telling Cassandra everything she knew. “Those boys following them are Jet Crane, he is a warlock, Liam Wright, a werewolf from the West, and Oliver Hunt, a vampire. Jet currently ranked number 4 while Liam was 5, and Oliver was the second,” Lisanna said. Cassandra listened intently. “And those mean girls are Judith Lockhart, a witch, Krystal Knight, a vampire, and Joana Redwood. Joana was also a vampire and she was obsessed with First,” Lisanna mumbled. She ate the remaining piece for her food while looking fat Cassandra's reaction in front of her.

Tall and elegant, with a noble face. His pale skin contrasted with the deep night. He seemed like a vampire aristocrat in the dark. Seeing the man, Amparo's expression froze. Yosef Nelson?! How did he get here?! Amparo's sinister eyes flickered slightly, revealing a hint of contemplation. Didn't that guy Carl say his plan to switch the Voodoo Lwa was foolproof? What is this bastard up to? But at the moment, Amparo didn't have time to delve into the reasons.

Besides keeping her alive and undamned, what else did Tío Luis’s will say? Even from beyond the grave her vampire uncle had his hands around her throat, choking the life and the spirit from her soul just has he’d done for years while— Madre de Dios. She shivered with fear and her heart pounded so hard that her chest hurt. The car had stopped. By Logos! Death could not be worse. Submersed in a sea of darkness and pain he’d never known before, Ramos searched for a way out, but his wolf spirit kept drowning in turbulent waves he was helpless to fight against. Weakness was a warrior’s greatest foe. Even nonexistence was preferable to powerlessness.

He made a noise of irritation at the back of his throat, "She just had to go and ruin the fun" The fact that he could tell me how easily he could have killed me but didn't just because he wanted to win the challenge, that I was a mere 'entertainment' until now jarred me to reality. This was the real Damian Beaufort, an unfeeling, sadistic, cruel vampire lord. This was the real face behind the mask of pretence. I should be feeling angry, should be yelling and thrashing, but I didn't. All I felt was unending sadness. I remained silent as he stood up and turned his back towards me.

I wanted to thank her, to say anything. The blade was still lodged in her abdomen. She pressed a hand against it, but blood slipped between her fingers. She didn’t cry out. She didn’t even look at it, her eyes were fixed on me. The chamber doors burst open again. Marcel. Smoke clung to him, blood on his hands that wasn’t his. His eyes swept the room in one brutal second… Dead rogues. Elara’s body on the floor. His mother… Stabbed. Dominic rushed to Luna Isobel’s side as Aria did too. Their eyes meeting and the relief that washed over him knowing that his Luna was alive.

Thin lips curved into a smile. “So this is who the Chosen One turned out to be,” a female, chesty voice sounded, addressing the unconscious Ira. - It's funny... The smell of basilisk blood hung in the air like a poisonous veil, although the creature itself had long since left. The woman examined the surroundings with a curious gaze, stopping at the frozen figures of a horse and a vampire. Bowing her head to the side, the owner of violet eyes gazed for some time at Tantario’s serenely detached face.

I ask hopefully. " Yes , some days before you came back to me you were attacked. A man tried to pull you into this SUV and you ended up killing him in self defence. This man was originally send to you by Victor but we believe he worked for Borris" he explains and my head starts to spin. " Wait .. I .. I met Victor .. and Borris? And how do you know??" I ask, slightly panicking. " Well it's a long story but we just made out our differences when Valentine showed up ,a day later Victor kidnapped you and we found out about the man. As to me .. I.. I am Rapha LaRossa and thanks to Valentine I know who you are "