Novel & Cerita Staked Vampire

Also, Sir Danilo wants Dan to marry a pureblood and have high-ranking pureblood grandchildren in his bloodline. I know that a pureblood can revive someone dead, so does that mean Mama is a pureblood too? Wait, what's the difference between the other vampires anyway? If I become a vampire, will Sir Danilo accept me as his son's wife and let us live in peace here? Being a vampire doesn't sound bad at all, right? "Dan," I called my husband, and he looked at me. "Can you make me a vampire too?" I said to him, and his forehead creased.

So he nodded. “I will wait until your return,” he said. “I have a gift for you,” she said softly, just as hell broke loose in the entrance of his mansion. The yell of one of his vampires was heard as a woosh of brightness entered the pool room, three of his people turning to ash in seconds as a silver stake streaked through the air. “Mavery, you lied!!” came the yell of a woman in all black as she rushed forward, as another of his vampires trying to stop her entrance went down.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as he made his way over to his desk. "W-Why was s-she out there?" I asked. Master leaned back against the desk so he was almost sitting on it, placing the leash down in the process. "It's a stupid thing that some vampires do when their pet has misbehaved or they decide that they don't want them anymore." My eyes widened

She rhetorically asked and scoffed a brief laugh. "What does that mean?" The leading woman asked. "Unlike the pack of Blood Mooners that I subdued many years ago, there was another group of undying vampires known as the 'real immortals'. Stake them they live, cut of their heads another grows back, burn them, butcher them, yet they join back together. They can't die."

MY JAW DROPS TO THE FLOOR as Vivaldi nonchalantly slurps the blood off the stake that has just been used to repeatedly impale Casper like a shish kebab. "Could he be...?" I think to myself, wondering if he's another vampire like Angel. Casper lies there, seemingly lifeless after taking a solid stool to the head and numerous stab wounds. "Is he also one of them?" I question, astonished at the possibility of Casper also being a vampire.

As I watched them, I thought about how things changed since my mom became the vampire queen. Originally, male vampires were all hunters or drones who travelled into the human realm to mark possible future bodies for the vampire queen. Sharra gave them a portion of her magic so they could walk in the sunlight. They could only be killed by removing the heart. With female vampires or workers, they could be killed more easily by either the sun or a stake through the heart.

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten

"But since you asked…" Her gaze locked onto mine, her eyes burning with something evil. "The Crimsonthorn stake doesn’t just kill a vampire," she explained. "It drains them—slowly, agonizingly—drying up their life force and stopping them from healing. But Xavier… he's not just any vampire. The stake didn’t kill him. It froze him, trapping him in a sleep-like state." I felt a sickening feeling in my guts. "To wake him," Violet continued, "I need the blood of a true purebred vampire."

I can tell he is sincere in what he is telling us, so since there is no more information to gain, I walk closer to him. “Thank you for your honesty,” I stated solemnly. He appears to relax, thinking I am done with my interrogation, which I am, “You have trespassed into the Freedom Ridge pack land territories, and being a vampire, Thad, you are hereby sentenced to death,” I declare his sentence and reach for his throat as I retract my claws and rip it from his body. This doesn’t kill vampires, but it does stun them. My warriors release him, and Alec hands me the stake. I plunge it into his heart and then he turns to dust.

the male said calmly. I recovered quickly. “Yes, we are. My name is Stefan. I bear a message from my lord chieftain Ricard.” The African smiled thinly, which I did not like at all. He seemed overly confident, as if he knew a secret the rest of us were unaware of. By this point in the twenty-first century, virtually all vampires were aware that covens had staked out territories, and feeding in one without permission was a dangerous game. This vampire stranger seemed not to know—or else not to care.