Rosario Vampire Episode Novels & Stories

She didn't need anyone to tell her what it meant. It was her family's crest. Her real one. The world she'd believed in—the mortal one of market stalls, oil lamps, village superstitions, and quiet loneliness—was a dream slipping through her fingers. Now she was left with this: blood that wasn't hers, a name that carried weight, and a vampire with silver-threaded eyes who spoke in riddles and debts. Luscius Vesper. His name tasted wrong in her mouth. Like betrayal and warning twisted together.

“What can I get you, sir?” “I’ll take a Bloody Mary.” The bartender grabs a glass and some of the bottles that are nearby and starts the drink. Like the drop of a hat something comes over me. “You know what,” I slide the tray fully back onto the counter, “I will take a drink. Surprise me; just make sure it’s strong.” My head jerks in Maxwell’s direction, “And I have a feeling that he would love his drink to be extra bloody and maybe a Victoria instead of a Mary. Marys seem too uptight,” I interrupt. What kind of vampire can drink Bloody Marys anyways? Is the bartender in on his secret and he adds a little something extra to it when no one’s looking?

Maybe because Alexander was a vampire and Becca had the vampire potion, which was why they were attracted to each other. Their chain of thoughts was broken by Mr. Risorito saying, “The last three students, I mean the boy at the corner wearing blue, the girl wearing the black-top and the boy twinning with her by wearing the same color, kindly stand up.” All eyes were on the three of them. “Oh, crap,” Becca mumbled under her breath and stood up, followed by Lucas. Alexander groaned, cursing the fact that the day was already going bad for him. When he watched Becca and Lucas looking at him, he stood up as well.

- Louis did not understand why she reacted so vehemently, he took one step forward, and she took two steps back because all the doors were locked so Phoebe could only run around to avoid being caught by Louis. Phoebe's agitated and panicked reaction made Louis incomprehensible, he actively offered his blood to her, but she refused. Not only because Phoebe is obsessed with his scent, but also because Harvey gave her blood to drink means Harvey has inadvertently forged a "mate" bond with the vampire.

I walk inside noting a small flat screen TV playing a live feed of the dance floor. My eyes wander to the section across from us. This section has a bed instead of a sofa, but that’s not what I’m currently gawking at. Two blonde female vampires are topless and are sucking the life out of the male in between them. He actual looks like he’s enjoying it. The vampires begin to rub their chest against him and seductively lick the blood still dripping from his neck. I think this should be grossing me out but I’m so hypnotized by it.

I couldn’t help but smile, thinking about Cadence and Elliott working together to kill some awful Vampire that, in my mind, looked a lot like Bela Lugosi. “Why is that?” I asked, wondering why that was such a crucial event. “Well, I didn’t realize he was taking me out there just to scare me. Apparently, this Vampire, Barbarosa, has killed a lot of Hunters over the years. He lived in this creepy old house out in the middle of nowhere, and it was like a maze on the inside. So, when I wasn’t scared and thought it was just a typical hunt, Elliott tried to talk me out of it. My instincts had already kicked in, though, and I was in full slayer mode. So… I went in after Barbarosa, and chased him al

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.

"And, you can't be like her." "Why?" "She's a vampire." "What?" Mrs Heirden faints in her husband's arms upon hearing the revelation, while Mario swallows hard. "She's so unique." Mario states awkwardly. "But, she is too good to be a vampire. I thought they were ruthless creatures, according to the books. But she… she seems kind to me." Morgan shuts Mario a look with a face saying 'you're a fool', and stands up. "Pa, let's take mom inside. And, you two are beaten so badly. You must recuperate."

"I didn't want to bring any Vampire business to our home so we won't be attracting that kind of attention. And there are no neighbors close enough to worry about." "That will be good, especially when I change. We don't want the neighbor's dog disappearing." I punched him playfully in the arm. A Vampire and a Werewolf in a residential district. It sounded like a show in the fall lineup for the FOX network. Paul entered the combination, opened the door, and picked me up in his arms. I gripped him tightly as he carried me over the threshold. It made me reflect on the last time I'd been carried across the threshold. Alexis had done it under the guise of carrying me over sharp rocks at our privat

Suddenly a voice sounded through the music "Shut up and stay in your seats! Then a figure jumped from above an iron bar with the grace of a feline to the ground. Slowly Soraia rose majestically with her claws and fangs exposed and her now vampire eyes gleaming thirstily. Phrases like -I attended her funeral. God, how is this possible? But what is she? The wolves stared incredulously through the windows; after all, few of them knew Soraia's real condition. -Quiet!" she ordered, and they all fell silent. Julio Cesar smiled. -Let the party begin. From that moment on, the only sounds heard were screams of horror, grotesque laughter, and blood splashing everywhere. And when one person And when on