Rosario Vampire Novels & Stories

“Be careful wherever you go. Even though you’re a vampire, you’re still inexperienced. You may still get hurt. Also, watch out for Ludwig Vergara. That man is oozing with avarice.” “Don’t worry, I will. I’ll use my anxiety to summon earthquakes and wildfire if ever someone will hurt me,” Rozelyn jokingly muttered. “I guess you can just use your fangs and claws, Rosie.” The family’s werewolf just came out of the shower. His topless appearance made Roz tremble a bit on the inside and ignited her natural feminine desires. However, her stepmom—who happens to be a mind-reading Astral Vampire —insultingly mumbled to her telepathically.

ROSITA LAUREN’S POV “Are you calm now, Rosita?” Kiefer worriedly asked while he was handing me over some bottles of water. He instantly pulled me out of the horror house after seeing my pale expression a while ago and was unable to speak a word. I saw that hooded man that disappeared before me. I don’t know if it was a ghost or a vampire who is trying so hard to get noticed by me. But his hands were cold. I know for sure that only means one thing, it’s a vampire…or are they doing that on purpose to scare me?

Rosalie was shocked but she couldn't retaliate, her body seemed to be getting paralyzed and the pain passing through her veins became more agonizing. "Ahhhh!!!" Rosalie hollered and blood dropped from her nostrils, her knees reluctantly dropped to the floor and she began wailing. Mr. Carlos continued chanting and weakening her. He had discovered that she was a vampire the very minute he touched her skin as he collected the photos. He didn't raise an alarm or disappear because he knew that she would return and he would trap her, he wondered what she wanted Eva and Alpha Trent. "Make it stop" Rosalie wailed and writhed on the floor, she was being tormented inside out, her blood felt like they

That's when I realized that in front of Aris was a glass sealed with what was surely blood. “What is this, dear Rose?” the vampire asked as the old woman approached. “Squirrel blood,” Rose said, and I put my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing. “What was left of the last blood you brought I gave it to the other vampire. He helped me fix the furnace problem you didn't solve, so I was nice.” Aris looked at her in horror, and as I started to laugh, a vision shook me. I looked at the darkness and flames everywhere, then I looked at us near a cliff and watched as I threw myself into the abyss.

The day i went up the warehouse in broad daylight coming back into the darkness with a mad dying young vampire. Daylight should have stripped everything to the bone, but some nights refuse to let sunlight hold them. I remember stepping into that space, the way the light changed the angles of bodies. The vampire we had found was like a moth collapsing on itself, eyes rimmed with the wrong color. He had smelled of cheap cologne and old wounds. I had watched him die and felt an absurd shame for the satisfaction that sat beside the necessity. “So club Volvo is associated with this Gabriel Arande Reyes? That’s the name of the mad vampire isn’t it? The one we’ve suspected was from Texas because of

he said smiling and hugged me. I hugged him back smiling, happy to be with him. "You have lied Barry about yourself. He misunderstood everything about you." he said still hugging me. "It's ok. I don't care. I am happy that he is happy at last. Now, I am free from my guilt."I said holding him more tightly and relaxed. He smiled. I am Rosy, a hundred-year-old vampire. I was the only daughter of a magistrate. My parents loved me so much. But, then suddenly my father died and my mother married again for my sake. She wanted me to have the love of both my parents.

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.

After, I was done with the bandages. I looked at his back as my entire soul felt so heavy. Scars. His back was covered in scars. God! What has he gone through to end up like this? Realising I've been staring for too long. I quickly decided to stitch the long wound on his back. It was definitely one from the long nails of a vampire. Fuck it. I hate it. I hate seeing Daniel like this. And, I hate vampires. I hate them with every single shread of feelings that I owned.

As I did, I noticed Henry Pearce standing nearby, his face a picture of distress and shock. Henry was one of the most renowned witch doctors in Valdora, specializing in curing every form of wolfsbane. After a past ambush, Rosie was afflicted with a slow-acting poison—non-lethal but incurable. Each month, it would flare up, causing her seizures and excruciating pain that felt like being shot through the heart.