Rosario Vampire Tsukune Vampire Novels & Stories

And far away, in the heart of the vampire capital, a circle of elders lit the old fire and whispered her name like a curse. Tatiana Sanguine. The heir. The key. The storm.

Main earth Few years ago... In Tsuki's youth On some trips to Veronika 's parties. Japan... Tsuki remembered her godmother's friendships, amidst parties, where Tsuki would be introduced by Veronika where he had met and introduced him to her teachings. He remembers how he met his boyfriend, initially, he thought it was just admiration, a Japanese vampire, immortal, rich, with the look of a mad scientist. Her godmother was a wolf and a mobster, so this couldn't be different...

he added, the sweetest smile on his face. But Cyrille was taken aback when the man’s fangs protruded from his mouth, as if in a vampire film, and she became even more terrified. “Now, let me taste you once more, my love...” Cyrille awoke sweating profusely, trying to catch her breath. She can’t believe what she’s been dreaming about. She enjoys everything about vampires, but that was the only time she was scared. “Wait, what was that? Why did I have such a random dream?” She kept asking herself, unable to believe what had happened to her. She felt as if she were in a bureaucratic nightmare that she would never be able to escape, no matter how way too obsessed she is with vampires.

“You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.” I scoffed. “You sound like a conspiracy theorist. Vampires don’t exist, and you’ve got to stop reading all those fantasy books.” Before she could say anything else, I grabbed another slice of toast and breezed out of the apartment. My condolences to the victims, but vampire attacks were just so stupidly unrealistic. Like creatures of the night actually existed. Right, sure. “Mr. Vale’s not in right now.” Celine said at the reception, looking me up and down.

I look at him, confused "My vampire and me, we!" "So you vampires are like us? You in a way have two people living in the one person?" "Yes, and like you werewolves, we both have different traits. What's your name Doc?" "My name is Teresa. I have heard Seraphina say your name a couple of times, it's Sebastian, right?" "Yes, and my vampire is Leo..." I gasp at his vampire's name "I know! He is not happy that they share the same name, especially since he is nothing like him."

"Where did you-" "Finally, I found it mate. Soul reaper is mine." Terry let out his usual dark chuckle. That knife is soul reaper. "Now, should I kill you first and then go for her next?" he asked Alex and his words rang through my mind a million times before it all came crashing down. Wait-wait, there is no way that this knife can kill a vampire right? It can't be, there is-

He looked at me with disappointment. "How many times would I have to tell you this Amaya, I would never in my life hurt you." "How am I even supposed to stick with that when I don't even know your name?" "Faire enough." He chuckled. "My name is Damon." Damon, that's a nice name. Wait a damn minute. "Damon Salvatore?" I questioned. Even though they looked nothing alike, I couldn't help myself from asking. I mean what a coincidence this was. Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon.

Who would be calling on us this late at night; and unannounced? I dabbed at my lips and waited with the others. Monica returned with two sharp-dressed men. The smaller of the two eyed me with interest. He wore a milk white wool overcoat and an expensive white suit. He was sharp with his slicked black hair and goatee. He also happened to be a powerful Vampire. The taller one was obviously the muscle. He watched us all coolly. "Kim, Se?or Marcelle De La Torre, and his Assistant Paolo," Monica said.

My eyes shot wide open before he pushed me back down. "Have I made myself clear?" He spoke as if he was daring me to say no. I nodded to the best of my ability. He had made himself completely, unmistakably crystal clear. "Good," He chuckled as he leaned down towards my hip. I again squeezed my eyes shut as my entire body tensed up. His hand moved my shirt out of the way as his teeth scraped against his chosen area. "Relax, dear." He spoke lowly with a hint of sarcasm, his hands pinning my legs down onto the bed, "It's only a vampire bite."

The unknown vampire states harshly and vanishes, leaving Samantha overtaken with rage. "I'm not weak! I'm not a Loser!!! Those who don't sympathise with humanity are the real losers and weak!! Stupid!!" Samantha goes bonkers, veins all over her neck and head bulgs out as she unleashes more terrifying shrieks. Suddenly, she detects a sound nearby. She immediately dashes against the source of the speedy rustles, and discovers a wild boar making its way towards her as well. Samantha tackles it with animalistic greed, eyes glows similar to the hue of blood, aiming her fangs directly on the boar's throat. In a flash, she breaks its gullet off and hauls it out of its neck in one brutal move.