Second Life Vampire Romane & Geschichten

She went back to her notebook and then to her bank account. “Should I keep doing this?” She asked herself, feeling a little guilty about spending so much money on her vampire-hunting obsession. But after a few seconds, she snapped back to reality. “Why should I feel bad about spending money on something I really wanted? I’ve been seriously wondering if vampires really exist, and now that I know they do, why am I having such doubts?” She was shaking her head to help dispel her thoughts and guilt. “This is once in a lifetime chance that I will have, so this is worth it. When compared to seeing a real vampire, four million pesos is nothing!” She said, trying to smile after a few seconds. “But i

Best regards, mom and dad. Alexis, who finished reading the contents of the third diary, suddenly gasped and fell silent. Alexis was very surprised by what her parents wrote in the third diary there. Alexis has to choose between two life choices. First, live as a pure blooded vampire hunter who can die at any time. Or secondly, live as a vampire who is also a pure blood vampire hunter who will live eternally with Adrian. Both options seem very difficult for Alexis to choose at this time right now. Alexis finds it impossible to be a vampire and a vampire hunter at the same time actually.

Now in this very room at this very moment the immortals outweighed regular humans. "The twin bimbo's are Dark Elves, Marielle over there is a dragon, Elise is a Spirit. They're the immortals. As for the Christopher and I we both have the blood of a god flowing through our veins." "Sorry I have to call bullshit on that last part there." "Really? What do you think the first Vampire was? She was a god cast out of the heavens. Cursed by her own kind because she wouldn't bow to their will."

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.

"If you did you would not have used such a passé term. vampire? That's for myths and legends. We are Neratomay—The Undead. You would know that if you weren't thoroughly human." "I may not have vampire instincts, but I do have survival instincts," I said. "I grew up in the hood, bitch!" I thought about the other room, and like lightening I was there. The craggy-faced vamp was there with me a half second later with a on his face. I had excellent vision, but now I saw with more than my eyes.

There was only two kind of people who knew about our existence, the vampires and witches, but we never got across to one another, we all just stayed within our boundaries , we don't meet them, they don't meet us. I got into my black Toyota corolla sport car, I needed to go simple, the last thing I needed was some nosey human sticking in my business and asking stupid ass questions. I sped down the highway, sped was an over statement, the car kept stopping along the road, I was only minutes away from the office, the car backfired again. This was the little consequence I had to suffer for my actions and dad was basically punishing me for refusing to join the family business, and most importantl

“Didn’t know what?” Trey moves forward and sits on the foot of the bed, his shoulders slump. He looks up at me with sadness then to the bed and I take a seat next to him. He looks down at his hands, “A vampire can heal but it has to be someone important to them, someone that matters.There is a cost when a vampire heals. The first time their children will no longer have a practically immortal life. They will age and die like a normal person would. The second time they give up their immortality. The third time they give up their own life to heal the other. This was Spencer's second time making the sacrifice.” “Second time?”

"You still drink blood like an animal." "We're all animals..." Vorenus countered. "And her?" Vladimir nodded at Alice. "She is a beast. She can't even turn a human because anyone she sucks on ends up being decapitated. I haven't seen a ripper in over 3 centuries." "Well, she is your creation," Vorenus muttered, echoing what Vladimir had said earlier before. "You should be proud." Vladimir snorted and drained his cup. "I expected more sire vampires to wake up with me," He said. "I am tired of looking at your smug face."

It was not that I was to forcefully marry and bond with someone but it was the who. King Vampir was ruthless. He was the first vampire, the sire of the whole vampire race. He was not just a vampire but a hybrid, a cross between a witch and vampire, making him as old as the world, rendering him immortal. My stomach turned and I thought I would vomit right there as I continued crawling my way to the door, getting there and standing up only to rush out to the crowd outside, patiently waiting and hoping for their name to be called.

He paused to give me a chance to digest what he just said then continued, "Meanwhile, the predators are ... " "You" I answered in a choked voice. The sound of the heartbeat machine next to me blared faster, filling the silence between us. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I recall the screeching sound of the night I first met Greg. It is killing its prey. And I'm almost next. "But we don't do that anymore." I blinked my eyes once "We?" 'Me, Greg, and a few others. We are the last generation of Volder. We are a type of Vampire that are immune to somethings that kill normal vampires "