Novel & Cerita Rosario Vampire Fan Fiction

He held up the book so I could see how much of it he had read. “You’re reading my vampire romance?” Obviously, I knew this already, but I still couldn’t believe he actually had it in his hands. I was more than a little embarrassed. “Well, yeah,” Brandon said, pulling it away from me. “Fangs of Love by Amber Rose. It’s really quite interesting. I’m doing research.” He said it in an overly romanticized voice and I could feel my face turning red. “Just give it here,” I whispered, reaching for it again. He held it just out of my reach.

My eyes darted between the two of them, their conversation was weird but I know one thing for sure, that Tyramon, Aethelfrith and Leon brought the fairy into this Realm knowly. "Meaning, you two know the fairy," I said, my hands across my chest. "A vampire and a fairy love is a taboo and must not repeat itself," Rosa read out. "Why do you keep seeing these books?" Katrina chuckled, we glared at her and she kept quiet. "Repeat itself? Meaning there was a love story between a fairy and a vampire, Rosa please read on," Tyramon said.

"Tangerine interrupted Dos for a moment to calm down. Uno walks out after he tied Mayora's arms and feet. Uno tried not to worried about Tangerine, for he is having no proof from what he thinks lately. Every night a girl named Carmilla always bugging his dreams. He doesn't even know whats the connection of him to her. He was even more confused when they met this woman, he thought he was just dreaming but it was true, it was Tangerine who was holding some of her equipment when they first met. He could not forget the image of the girl because he saw it in a dream every night. He doesn't even know if it's just one person or maybe his mind is just playing games. Uno just feels that he needs to f

Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies. A pair of red eyes and two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth as though they were always meant to be there. Except there was no blood dripping from his mouth as always described in books. Yet, she was still scared senseless at the sight of a living, vampire right in front of her eyes. He moved closer to her again but this time, she was prepared and understood what he was. She lunged on her feet in fright and prepared to flee. But she had barely moved two steps when that figure appeared in front of her again.

I had been careless. For the first time in centuries, I had been careless. Rose’s POV It was him. Damien. His hand was on my arm. His mouth— Blood. Fresh. Red. My mind cracked. “You…” My voice shook. “You’re—” He didn’t answer. Another wind rushed past me. The woman. She stood behind him now. Her eyes locked onto mine. My knees gave out. The world tilted. My heart pounded so hard it hurt. Vampire. He was a vampire.

I’m just thankful that Chris is out of the shadows now, and everyone knows that he exists. “I shouldn’t even be here; I should be letting you rest.” “No, no, it’s fine. I mean, it’s not every day that one is almost killed by a rogarue vampire in their dreams.” “What?” Victor says. “I was attacked by a Rogarue vampire in that demonic dream those witches made me have; they’re so evil.” Victor suddenly looks distressed, like that’s the worst thing those witches could have done to me.

“I passed through there last month. I saw this crazy old vampire, on his knees in the mud, talking to himself. He was begging for your forgiveness. Screaming about holding a thirty-fourth wedding.” “He screamed until his voice was raw, asking passersby if they had seen his Larissa.” “A shame, really. You’re a star in the heavens, and he’s just rotting in a swamp.” I listened quietly, a strange sense of finality washing over me. The toxic bond that had entangled me for a century was finally, truly over. “He deserved it,” I said softly. “Yes, he did.” Orion laughed and raised his glass. “To karma.” “To karma.”

I sank into the chair, my hands hovering over the keyboard, but my mind was elsewhere, somewhere far away, replaying Daphne’s scary face, her fangs inches from my neck about to rip it off, her voice dripping with jealousy and pure hatred. “You’re his,” she’d said, so sure I was stealing Alex’s attention, his affection, or whatever she thought he owed her. The idea was laughable, Alex barely tolerated me but it left a bitter taste in my mouth. I didn’t want any part in her supernatural drama, her coven rivalries, or her twisted obsession with my stepbrother. I didn’t want any of this...the vampires, the blood, the constant fear of being someone’s next meal. I glanced at the posters on my wall

He didn't want to be with the monster that kept growing inside his body and having more control over him each passing day. It was a dark and haunting story. Heart Wrenching sometimes and intriguing other times. Angelica became glued to the book. She kept turning pages but soon the pages had notes written on them. No. It seemed to be poems. Written by Lord Rayven, she guessed. Angelica began to read them and slowly became confused and sad. His poems weren't that different from the man's story. It seemed like Lord Rayven saw himself as a monster as well. Even worse. He described himself as evil.

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]