Rosario Vampire Ginei Novels & Stories

I watched Aiday's eyes grow wide, she looked at me, and smiled lightly, "Before I tell you my answer, I need to confess something to you." I got scared for a moment and stood up, ready to hear what she had to say, "I found my mate." My heart crumpled, but she didn't stop, "He's tall, bright blue eyes, dark hair, kind hearted," this woman is torturing me, I thought, "and he's a vampire." I paused when I heard that, "What?" I asked, and she nodded, "I'm your…"

As soon as I got there, I saw Spencer holding Ginny’s hand while he was sitting beside her in the bed. “W-what happened?” I asked. There’s a healer standing beside the bed. He’s one of the best healers in our pack, Dr. Lourd. “Ginny was bitten by a vampire sire. This is not just a simple bite, the one who bitten her intendedly bite her this way to penetrate something inside of her,” Dr. Lourd said. “What do you mean?” I asked as I leaned closer to Ginny. Her body was too pale as her lips started to redden. I held her cheeks to slightly tilt her head to see the mark on her neck and saw a purplish skin around the two marks.

‘She could be identical to my mother Visenna if not for the fading scar in her neck…’ Rozelyn thought. The woman tightened her black choker that has triquetra as its lavaliere before speaking, “I am Rosette Richards. The supreme of the English coven.” She then extended her right hand for a gesture of a handshake—a respectful way of introducing one’s self to a fellow vampire.

Seeing her tears roll down her pretty rosy cheeks made my heart twist and turn in my chest and my blood boil in my veins. But then the next words my ears heard froze me right in my spot. My feet seemed to have grown roots as I couldn't just couldn't move at all. "It's okay, El. It's just us. And, you are not Knife right now. Just our Eleanor." The little blonde girl said with a smile on her face as she walked up closer and stroked my angel's head with her small warm hands trying to comfort her. Knife!? My soulmate was Knife? A Vampire Hunter?

The demon queen walked majestically and sternly around the dark axis of the black Moore kingdom,with a lonely heart. She might have led the battle which forced the vampires to their knees but her heart still yearned and seek it’s rightful place. “Your highness, prince Ashton’s wails has refused to subside,I think he needs his mother” Rosie a maiden informed Alisha. Rosie is a human girl who was taken captive by the vampires but Alisha rescued her and she became the little prince nanny.

Vampire bloodlines were rare, and there had always been a strong emphasis on their descendants, so it would be odd if she were. The girl appeared to be very young, yet she had suffered abuse, judging by the scars on her arms and legs. I lifted the girl into my arms and decided to take her to see a doctor. Vampire wounds usually healed quickly, so why were hers so difficult to heal? I gently sat her in the passenger seat and closed the car door.

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.

"The reason I also came here is to take you two out of here. Immediately. Pedrosa's group managed to protect this territory— " "Wait a moment. Pedrosa? You mean Vero's friend Bianca Pedrosa isn't human either?" Gavin nodded. "He's a vampire from the Pedrosa clan. Geez, so you still don't know much about that either?" "What do you think?" she asked sarcastically. "Do you think I am a clairvoyant who can know everything like the sheets of the Book of the Destiny?"

Not having the slightest idea that their lives are in danger as the woman with amethyst eyes shall bring peril amongst their realm. They reached the castle in Nuella Sangre and immediately went to the throne room of the King, Stefan Thorn. When the two entered the room, the King stood from his throne to welcome his son, Giovanni Felix Thorn. His father rushed on walking to him and gave his son a man hug. “Welcome home, son.” Stefan said and tapped his son’s back. “Thank you, Dad.” Felix tapped his father’s back. “Enough hugs for now, we have things to settle.” Cassiopeia entered the room. Cassiopeia is the first witch who joined Nuella Sangre. She is blessed on seeing the future, so as she k

Lila stood guard, her scarred arm limp, flare gun spent, her face raw with Etienne’s ghost, but her stance a soldier’s, ready. The vein moved. Not pulsed. It wrote, threading across my collarbone, scripting new lines in my hand: ROSA VASQUEZ: THE NEW BLOOD. The letters seared, burning my skin, and I gasped, a sound that was half-laugh, half-scream, my hands clawing at my chest as if I could hack it out like a bad line of code. “Rosa!” Elena’s voice was a blade, sharp with love. “Fight it!”