Novel & Cerita Teenage Vampire

Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies. A pair of red eyes and two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth as though they were always meant to be there. Except there was no blood dripping from his mouth as always described in books. Yet, she was still scared senseless at the sight of a living, vampire right in front of her eyes. He moved closer to her again but this time, she was prepared and understood what he was. She lunged on her feet in fright and prepared to flee. But she had barely moved two steps when that figure appeared in front of her again.

“Yes. I’m Annabeth, and this is Tammy.” “Curious. Just wondering why you brought her here when you could’ve taken care of this situation at home. Most vampires we get in here are ones that have no family or friends to claim as their own when they run out of food sources. Or when they’re too far gone by not getting enough blood.” Lenore looked down at Tammy with a sorrowful expression. “Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve seen a vampire under the age of eighteen. I thought that was forbidden to do anymore.”

" Melody asked. "No!! Why would I suck blood." Vic laughed at the idea and tried to ask Ang about it. "You are not a blood vampire, you're different." Ang replied. "Your race is Psychic Vampire and their characteristics; They do not suck blood but rather feeds on Energy. They are not affected by sunlight and silver. They are far different from blood Vampires. They are stronger than blood vampires. The more energy they drain, the stronger they get. Their evolution is longer than that of blood vampires.

It had been a long time since I had blood. Mix breeds do not crave for so often like pure breeds do.But when they do they consume large amounts of blood. I had only depended on animal's blood ever since I had turned into a vampire. On my sixteen birthday I first gained my wolf then my vampire side. Newborn vampires or newly made vampires have an unstable appetite. Their craving for blood is more than old vampires. If a young vampire gets the taste of human blood he or she only craves for it.

Long hair is scattered all over the coffin, each strand is jet-black, soft as silk, flowing smoothly under the body. Oralie looked at the girl lying in the coffin, her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes showing a thoughtful expression. Because the coffin had been lying here for so long that it was covered with moss. However, lying inside was not a dry skeleton with white bones, nor a corpse rotting to the bone, but a young girl. A young girl who may be still in her youth but is infected with the ultimate grief of May. Obviously, the one lying here was a vampire, a blood-sucking demon that was at least a few hundred years old.

She paced calmly inside the bedroom while resuming her story. ‘Vampires are not turned. We are born like this. There are eighteen years for us to be at peace with the idea of being immortal. Our bodies protect themselves by not feeling any pain, and healing fast for those eighteen years. We are just like every human being inside but our blood and our nerve system defines our species. Our blood has what humans like to call as fast metabolism, and the absence of pain, they gave it a name, as if it was a disease. But that is not the truth. Between the ages of seventeen and eighteen, one must go through the Rite of Shadows to fully transform. We call it the Rite of Shadows because until you are

Lying on the greasy ground were dead werewolves of different colors and sizes, swimming at the pool of their own blood. It was evident that vampires were winning the battle, although, a moment of scrutinizing the area properly, there were few of them left compared to werewolves who keep appearing from everywhere. A shriek from behind took me by surprise. There was a human, a girl of about sixteen years old, with bounded hands running in my direction. I could not see her face. It was blurred. Her complexion was like those of a vampire, though, she doesn’t look like

She couldn't outrun him, even she should know that. The vampire became a blur before he was right in front of the girl, forcing her into a skidding halt. He grabbed her frail, shaking body by her arm, his smirk growing more menacing as his fangs came into view. She didn't even have time to beg before the vampire sank his teeth into her neck earning another high-pitched scream. I just stood there, horrified. I've seen that girl before, and that was not her Master. I looked towards my Master as if he would help the girl.

She is known as a playgirl and rumours say that she can sleep with anyone just to accomplish his task. FROST ALEXENDER Name: Frost Surname: Alexender Age: 27 Species: Vampire Height: 6'2 Speciality: Able to see in future Relationship Status: Unknown Character: Calm, polite, quiet, strong, brave, charming, loyal, resourceful, kind.