Rosario Vampire Mizore Novels & Stories

I guess that combination would make for an interesting time. I nibbled one of my fries, as my eyes wandered over the parked cars on the silent street below. I wasn’t expecting to see anything, and I didn’t; not even the leaves on the trees were moving. I felt goosebumps rise over my arms, and I simply allowed the sensation that was ‘him’ to roll over me. Well, ok. There’s a vampire following me. Now what?

Her nickname is Snow. Sylar Rosario: Blonde curly hair that curls naturally into a surfer hairstyle. Sylar is the youngest Rosario family member. His blue eyes resembles his brother Silas's eyes. Sylar likes to watch vampires movies, youtubers on youtube, listen to music, and bond with his misunderstood brother Silas. He'll often check up on his brother when he knows he's angry. Sylar doesn't fit in at balls and tries to avoid them. He signs off with SyR.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

Today made an exception, the sight alone of Melvin with that Werewolf woman was something that drove her almost to insanity, it had been the last thing he expected while going into the wood after him and as such … She heaved heavily as the wagon moved past the trees on either side of it, by then the sun was out in its full glory but her mind was still under the shades of darkness. She was Zaria Selena Ambrose - The Vampire succubus and princess of the Eastern Colony,no one dared treat her that way. Her First plan was to call everything off but when she thought about it again she saw it a easy way out, if she called it off she would be letting him go easily. She wanted him to pay for humilat

Maria caught the scent of a vampire; it was sweet, and it was close. She stopped and looked around. Lorenzo followed her scent and appeared right in front of her. Maria was getting ready to attack when Sara called out “Mate!” James also landed right next to her in his huge red dragon before she could process what Sara her wolf said. Maria got so scared that she forgot what she was even doing there.

Rosabelle POV. Long long ago, a vampire lord have decided to take a submissive, a human submissive, he claimed her after he saw, it was love from first sight. The woman had beautiful violet hair, matching grey eyes, she was submissive since the day she was born, classified as a slave to a master that's yet to be found.

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had surv

For the thousand years I've been with this mystery woman, I've not got the chance to know her name, or take off her mask at least. Every time I make an attempt, the bald bat, Mark, would always find a reason to wake me up. I now tagged him as the enemy of my progress. Today… My mystery woman came visiting once again, and I had planned to unmask the masked beauty. "Hi, Mr. Vampire!" She smiled. I guess she was excited to see me. "Come to bed… ah! Make me feel like a woman… "Her soft moan travelled through my ears, messed with my brain and sent an unknown signal to my spine. She truly is a woman who has mastered the art of seduction.

Alaric was upset with the deal Adna proposed to him. Not that his blood wasn't weak to perform necromancing but he had no one to teach him. Alaric was sitting in his office, with his head in his hands. Behind the wall hangs a portrait of a woman. She was no other than the famous Zara Knight, Alaric's mother. Below the portrait, there was a wooden decor where all the trophies were placed. It was from her mother, she was a vampire hunter. She hunted more than hundred of rogue vampires who were supposedly a threat to the entire community.

The thick, tangled mess of hair covers parts of his face, making him appear more menacing than he already is. He runs his hand through those tangles, letting me see his glare in full. A small dribble of blood runs down the side of his head. The wound is deep and gruesome. It looks as if it should produce more blood than it is. “You’re bleeding?” I say with a barely audible shaky whisper. “Vampire 101, love, we tend to hold blood in areas that cannot be covered up. The head, neck, and hands remain seen by human eyes; therefore, blood accumulates there to keep one looking alive.” He looks at me with those devilish eyes.