Rosario Vampire Episode Novels & Stories

When Rosalie was sleeping, I had dressed her neck with garlic, knowing that the neck was a vampire's favourite spot for a draw of blood, and had covered up the strong scent of the garlic with flowery scents. So, when he wanted to bite, I let him, and he tasted the garlic, burning himself sweet. He vanished into the thin air with his cries lingering, and I pulled Rosalie to myself gently, pulling her to sit on my lap. "Are you okay?" I questioned her. She nodded slowly, and I knew she was holding herself from shivering. I hugged her, covering her up with my arms. The phoenix king and the rest jolted to their feet, "What did you do to him?"

"You see, that's the beauty of my plan. I don't have to break you physically – though Pedro will certainly enjoy trying. I'm going to break you emotionally, psychologically. I'm going to make you watch as everything you care about is destroyed, piece by piece." Rosario moved closer until his face was only a few inches from Venom's. His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, "First, your brother will suffer. Then your pack. And finally, when you're already hollow and broken, I'll bring you that pretty little girl and let you watch as I turn her into everything you tried to protect her from." "You're insane," Virus managed to say, lifting his head despite his injuries. "I'm patient," Rosario co

Rosabella Swara was so well treated that she forgot that she was a pet, that the pet could only be committed to doing whatever the owner wanted. - If you don't like it, I won't touch it. - No... No, it's okay. A calm atmosphere engulfed this spacious living room. - Boss, what program are we watching? Rosabella Swara spoke with courage, though she was very careful in her voice, only to speak in her mouth. - It's a doctor's program. - They're... They're person? Rosabella Swara saw people on the screen dissecting something, but vampires were extremely sensitive to blood, and they couldn't be indifferent to the red blood flowing in front of her.

I opened my eyes, and Rosie was watching me, a bright smile on her face. “You a true and kind of soul, Ellis. I am sorry for doubting you. There are not many good stories about vampires, you see. Only one,” she added, so quietly that I thought I might have imagined her saying it. I realised belatedly that the candle had gone out, the flame dying as we had come back down into this realm, this plane. I wasn’t sure how to describe it – perhaps it had all taken place in my head – but I felt calm, and unbothered with attempting to dissect it. It was magic, after all, I thought, with an imagined wry chuckle to myself.

~Harvey~ "I knew I didn't like the smell of you, you skeamy bitch!" She shouts, Rosie starts whaling on her. Moraya puts her arms up to defend herself. "Stop it!" Moraya yells "I'll rip your throat out!" Rosie growls, and her eyes shift. Moraya finds her chance to get up and Rosie jumps on her back like a spider-monkey. All the while, Evette is just watching her, I look towards her, stunned that she wasn't intervening.

Graycort made her way up the stairs. “What else is real?” Rose was bouncing on the couch. Kam just buried his face in his hands, and I sunk into a chair to wait for Rose to wear herself out. Chrissy and Chassy just looked at each other. “Well,” Chassy started, “a vampire came to our Ma’s wake?” “He’s a friend of Nate’s. What was his name?” Chrissy asked. “Rafe Sanguinario,” I sighed.

Instead of responding, he furiously yelled, standing up burning with anger… his hands eager to break something… or someone. “There! Look there!” Rose wanted to cower and hide knowing full well where this was about to go if the girl wasn’t found, but surprisingly as she kept her eyes glued to the screen fearful of looking at the monster before her, there she was… wondering along the stair case hand-in-hand with the strangely familiar boy. Hearing her words, Victor hastily leaned over peering into one of the small boxed camera frame and indeed his eyes had finally caught sight of her. “Hmm, now it’s my turn to watch you suffer… Marcel Rayburn.” *************

"You will be punished for it. " Suddenly he froze. Fragrance.... The scent of blood hit his nostrils. He saw Tashfa lying face down. Why was he seizing himself? Why was he testing himself? He could irrigate himself from her blood but there was something that was stopping him. "Zami" he muttered as he walked away and immediately Zami appeared. He was at his service. "Get her out of here, No harm to her" He stopped talking. Zami's changing color and tightly pursed lips was a sign that he was barely in control.

Aster: Aster sat on the edge of the bed, holding her head. The last thing she remembered was blasting a vampire with a hate wave, as she liked to call it, and then nothing. She woke up all alone in a strange room with an aching head, and the worst thirst she ever felt.

But why do I feel bitter while thinking about that? "They became close after he tried to pursue her. Until one day, they both decided to admit their feelings to each other. He won't know what to feel when she said that she loves him too because he didn't expect that it will turn out to be mutual. But when his parents knew about their love and they were against so they cursed the woman that she will never be happy even if she were born again because a vampire shouldn't be destined to be the mate of a werewolf," Lazarus said while he's saying that I felt that he's been trying to hide the emotion that he doesn't want to feel again.