Rosario Vampire Vampire Tsukune Novels & Stories

I said wrinkling my nose “is the smell of a rogue vampire? You don’t smell like that and neither did… Sasha.” He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye while he maneuvered the car on the winding curves of Bear Mountain Road. Even though it was evening, we’d decided to take a scenic route home after I’d remarked about the beauty I’d enjoyed while driving in. I waited for him to comment on my hesitancy in saying Sasha’s name, but he didn’t. Instead, he said, “I don’t know of any vampires that smell the way you described. I can only assume that this one has the protection of a witch. How interesting that you were able to smell her like you did. Perhaps the witch’s magic is flawed.”

“I didn’t imagine that I would see you again so soon.” Alpha unbuttoned the shirt and loosened it to flaunt his mark, King Casper’s face changed color for a split second, then he composed himself. “Me too. But Luna’s condition is critical. It’s my duty as a neighbor to visit the sick.” “Huh, Papa Teresa.” Rick scowled and huffed in anger; he wasn’t comfortable with that vampire’s scent in his house. Eric opened the door and showed him a sleeping Charlotte. “As you can see that little one is taking a rest, you can leave now.”

Thin lips curved into a smile. “So this is who the Chosen One turned out to be,” a female, chesty voice sounded, addressing the unconscious Ira. - It's funny... The smell of basilisk blood hung in the air like a poisonous veil, although the creature itself had long since left. The woman examined the surroundings with a curious gaze, stopping at the frozen figures of a horse and a vampire. Bowing her head to the side, the owner of violet eyes gazed for some time at Tantario’s serenely detached face.

"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 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.

Alud looked at the vampire closely. - If this is not the oldest, then I am his Easter mother bunny. So he's looking for a human soothsayer. But why should he? Alud says. - I can still understand the soothsayer, but why does he need some kind of little man from the genus Conskintos? says Brook-ta-man, rubbing his still aching head. - Rod Conskintos is not so simple, believe me, and this creature knows about it. If we get out, we will need to study this issue in the libraries of the shadows. Alud says. Lusters raises his head and looks at the werewolf in surprise.

However, it could’ve just been me imagining things. I walked toward the table. The Vampire had a nose piercing and looked still quite young, but the wisdom in his dark eyes told me otherwise. His hair was styled in spikes and his face had a dark, mischievous smirk. The hunter on the other hand was an old looking man with grey hair and a potbelly. He had piercing grey eyes and a look of tiredness on his face. As soon as I reached the table the vampire sniffed and beamed. "A Veneziano. To what do I owe this pleasure?"

But I only ever dismissed all of those as hearsay, some old lore people told for entertainment. And yet here was I, staring right into the eyes of a vampire. “Vampire…” was all that I managed to croak out despite the jungle of thoughts that swam through my head. He reached out a hand, and I watched in horror as he did so, until his knuckles gently grazed across my cheekbone. His smile widened, “Yes, indeed I am.”

Vampires look at each other, and confirm Samantha's identity among themselves through mental conversation. "Don't waste your time asking who I am." Samantha interrupted them. "I'll introduce myself. Yes, I'm Samantha, a.k.a RED. And also known as the Demon vampire feeding the blood of her OWN kind." "It's really her!", exclaims the short-haired female vampire. "Jeez, what bad luck. We actually ran into her.", says one among the male vampires. "What are we gonna do now?"

But knowing herself, she, of course, slapped herself from getting turned on and focused on saving her mate - or maybe not. “...not even your filthy dick can do something about it.” Vladimir finished his words as she suddenly showed up in front of the vampire. He grabbed its hardened dick before ripping it off his body with his bare hands. The vampire whined in pain and fell onto its knees and Vladimir did not hesitate on chopping its head over with one slash of his hand. He dropped what he ripped off from its body before licking the blood that was running down from his hand. He smirked which made Tosh to quivered in fear.