Rosario Vampire Novels & Stories

I can hear Isabel scream, and I shout at Anderson, “Go help her!” But he’s already rushing towards her, snarling. I look at Beth. “Take him! Go!” I jump at the three men coming towards us, and my teeth are out as I pierce one of their necks. The deadly paralyzing agent that only vampires have injects into the enemy’s blood stream, making him fall onto the ground. The other two don’t stop, moving towards me, fur sprouting from their body. I tackle one from his midsection, making him fall back, and I stomp on his face before jumping off and kicking the other in his groin. Twice.

She had started to notice the subtle glances Cora kept throwing her way—and with each one, a slow unease crept in. ‘What’s up with her?’ she thought, hoping she was just reading too much into it. “You know, I’ve been having this weird dream since that night,” Cora said suddenly, breaking the silence as she washed her hands. “In that dream… Mayor Velazquez was a vampire.” Arah froze mid-wipe, cloth still in hand against the client chair. Roselia had warned her about this. There were people—rare ones—with a natural resistance to spells and charm work. Their memories could be tampered with, reshaped, even wiped… but sometimes, pieces still slipped through.

He elbowed another vampire that had crept up behind him in the last half second, and then swung his fist back, striking them in the face. The vampire staggered back and gave Mason a window to attack another that was advancing towards Harley. In a swift and soundless movement, he swiped the sword that had been dropped earlier and sliced their head clean off. Harley kicked one vampire away and used the split second it gave her to plunge a stake into the other's heart. She spun to see Mason standing before her, having killed the last of the horde and let out a breath as she took in the sight of his white shirt, stained with crimson patches of his own blood and his face dirtied with the blood of

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.

her wolf answered. There are traces of fatigue on her face. She tried to stand up again, and this time she did it successfully. When Cassandra looked around, she saw that they were only three remained in the ring. Two werewolves and one vampire. Slowly, she walked towards them. The black wolf glanced at her and nodded his head, which Cassandra did the same. They started circling their prey. With the black wolf's signal, they attacked the vampire. Cassandra jumped on his right while the black one jumped on his left. She got punched, but the vampire couldn't dodge the black wolf's bite. It gave him a fatal blow. The vampire tried to stand, but he had no strength left. Slowly the mark disappear

There were also the violence that would erupt during drinking sessions of her neighbors in Cardena. The rice cooker made a clicking sound, signifying that the rice was ready. Flora tasted her chicken broth and knew that it would have tasted so much better with sanaria. Her mind then travelled to that time, barely an hour before, when Pablo reprimanded her for picking the sanaria leaves and trying to bring it inside the mansion. Rosa did not seem particularly upset when she heard about the incident of the sanaria leaves and even looked amused at what happened. Flora was curious why Pablo suddenly had such a reaction over a small bundle of aromatic herbs.

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

Rice herself wrote several more books in what subsequently became known as the Vampire Chronicles, some of which were later adapted for film. The vampire as a misunderstood romantic hero picked up steam in the later part of the 20th century, particularly in the United States. In 1978 Chelsea Quinn Yarbro began publishing her series of Count Saint-Germain books, the main character of which is a vampire of moral character whose bite is an erotic experience. In many tales vampires are characterized as promiscuous, their appetite for human blood paralleling their sexual appetite. In 1991 Lori Herter published Obsession, one of the first vampire novels to be categorized as romance rather than sci

*** Standing in front of a rocky cliff, Valor opened the little piece of paper I read and quickly burned it. "Did he refuse?" A familiar voice came from behind Valor He knew who it was but he didn't answer. J came to stand beside Valor and said "My offer is still valid, don't you want to think again?" “No,” Valor replied emphatically, “You want Lars Ramos, I will bring him to you. As long as you don't touch Keelin, that's fine. Stop talking about other useless things.” "Okay," J smirked. Lars Ramos was a very special Vampire, a kind J had never seen before, so she yearned to possess him. But he was too stubborn and not easy to trick so things became much more difficult.

Cement rained down as he shoved the leather and metal mass at the vampire’s head, forcing the vampire to deflect the blow rather than stab Angela. Before the vampire could reposition for a killing strike, Ramos was on him. He wrapped his hands around the Milan’s throat as he slammed into the fanged monster. Hell and all of the tortures of the damned were too good for this bastard. In the millennia he’d fought Heldon’s depraved creatures, Ramos had never hated as deeply and as strongly as he did at this moment. “Seeing” what the vampire planned to do to Angela sent Ramos over the line to a savagery he couldn’t understand or control, but before he could vent the justice and rage consuming him,