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And as I phased through him, I struck. My blade found his side. Sank deep. Tore through muscle and organs. Christopher gasped. Stumbled backward. Blood poured from the wound. "Impossible," he whispered. "You shouldn't have any power left." "I'm a Ghost Wolf," I said, breathing hard. "We survive. It's what we do." Christopher fell to his knees. The wound was bad. Fatal, probably. But he was still conscious. Still looking at me with those haunted eyes. "Finish it," he said quietly. "Complete your kill."

I hardly said that. They were going to touch me but a big sound of breaking something came. They all turned to look behind them. And it was Chris or Nick standing there. He broke the door of the basement. I smirked because I figured out what was going to happen. His eyes were dark red. His body was in the state of a wolf and human. He attacked witches. They were chanting spells. He growled in pain but he didn't stop. There were five witches and he bit each of them. He growled and came towards vampires.

In fact, I wanted out of that house of horrors. The sound of a message coming through on my laptop caught my attention. I grabbed my computer and balanced it on my lap as I looked for the message. It was from Peter. “Another vampire,” I grumbled as I closed my laptop shut and gently tossed it onto the sofa next to my chair. “No thanks.” I dozed off and on in the chair while I waited for news from Max. Did they find Megan? Was she safe? Unharmed? Why would a werewolf want to kidnap her in the first place?

He said slowly. “What?” I asked. “That man you were with tonight was a vampire. Baby he killed you and changed you.” He told me seriously. I didn’t want to believe it. Surely, I would know if I had died. “I don’t believe you. Where is Chris?” “He took off after we fought. And baby it is the truth. Don’t you feel a gnawing thirst in your throat? It’s a thirst for blood.” He said. I panicked and jumped up quicker than I expected.

The professor’s voice finally broke through, thin and shaky. “B-but you’re so…young. I don’t under—” His eyes widened as a deeper realization struck. He stumbled back, his face ashen. “You’re a…vampire…” His trembling worsened. “Please…please don’t kill me, sir. I have a wife…children…two daughters and two sons” "And if a lecturer harrases your girls, would you like it?" "I'm sorry, Sir. It...it won't happen again."

“No? And what will it be then?” Dan sighed as he searched for the right words to begin to explain to his uncle what was on his mind. “First of all I want you to know that despite what happened last night, I'm not going to give up on Brooke.” Christopher looked at his nephew sadly. The boy really loved the girl, to the point of wanting to end the peace pact with the vampires. He must explain to him, so that he understands once and for all, that once a person has become a vampire there is no turning back.

For The Last Christmas A The Vampire’s Bride Christmas Bonus Zaira sat crouched in front of the high walls that surrounded the old manor. According to some very reliable sources, this particular vampire had chosen the most obvious of clichés and decided to reside in an old castle that scared the crap out of even the most badass hunters.

I add. She smiles up at me, “I love you too Troy and I don’t want to leave you either but duty calls.” I sigh, “Can we at least stop fighting and go back to bed.” She laughs, “Troy that wasn’t a fight, I was just giving you space to think and I also did a little digging about Zane’s uh problem.” She takes my hand and leads me to a seat. I frown wondering what exactly she means by digging. “Harper and I went to the library yesterday and found a book on Vladimir, it tells the story of how he became a Vampire annnnd about his four loyal soldiers.” She looks at me to make sure I’m following.

“You never told me that, baby girl?” Christian’s voice floats my way as Jenny nudges me gently and nods across the aisle. I had finally gotten into my book after all and blanked them all out as I was pulled into a magical world of Vampires and Werewolves fighting over human girls. I look up nonplussed, catching Arrick glancing my way with that infuriating unreadable expression and yet a softness to his face that I haven’t seen in a long time. He almost looks a little bit happy and it just makes me feel shittier.

It was almost like I felt her pleasure and mine combined together and the intensity was quadrupled. “Fuck…” I cursed, when after three thrusts, a blinding powerful rush engulfed my body making me go limp. “Not now.” I groaned just as I fell unconscious. ** When I came to once more, I was all alone on the couch. I sat up in self scorn. How could I have ignored the fact that all vamp mates always passed out after sex? I looked up to see a tall figure standing at the entrance. “Qyler,” I merely said in acknowledgment of his presence.