The Vampire Lord Mga Nobela at Kwento

Anna said kindly. ”The oldest in a vampire tribe are considered the Eldest. Then the three oldest afterward are considered Elders. Nyx gifts the Eldest and Elders with abilities that keep them, and their tribes protected. Each gift helps the Elders fulfill their daily duties,” Bernard explains. “But sometimes the Goddess can gift a vampire a special ability without them being an Elder. Like Anastasia for instance.” I sat frozen, staring at him in disbelief. He paused for a moment so I could gather my thoughts.

Deep within the heart of the ruins, they found the artifact—a beautifully crafted amulet pulsing with dark energy. "Careful," Seraphina warned. "This is no ordinary amulet. It reeks of dark magic." Harley carefully lifted the amulet, wrapping it in a protective cloth. "Let's get this back to Isolde and see what she can tell us." Returning to Isolde's cabin, they handed over the amulet. Isolde's eyes glittered with satisfaction as she took it. "Excellent. Now, as promised, the information." She revealed that the vampires were led by an ancient and powerful vampire lord named Draven. He had been awakened from a centuries-long slumber and was bent on reclaiming his dominion over the city and it

Unending. Seraphine’s head whipped toward the entrance. “It seems,” she murmured, “you are about to meet the second arrival.” Alejandro moved instantly, placing himself in front of me. Koa, Lucien, and Ragnar stepped behind him. The door creaked open on its own… And a tall figure walked in with the grace of something that had stopped pretending to be human centuries ago. Hair black as obsidian. Eyes glowing red with calculated interest. Presence ancient enough to turn the air colder. The Vampire Lord. He smiled, slow, dangerous, beautiful.

I thought I might see a wizened old creature, withered with ancient evil. Instead, I just saw a man. He didn’t look much older than the wolf king. His hair was long and dark, growing from a distinct peak at his forehead. His eyes were glittering and black. His skin was pale and smooth with no signs of wrinkles. The vampire lord sat on a throne carved to resemble skulls. Or maybe it was really made of skulls. I didn’t want to think about it. His clothing was made of rich, black velvet and crimson silk. He wore a narrow, golden band around his forehead with a single, glittering ruby dangling just above his eyes.

In the final year of my bond with vampire lord Saul, the curse of our pact struck, and I was overwhelmed by agony, but my lord was nowhere to be found. He had gone out. He left me to suffer. Alone. When the door finally creaked open the next morning, I looked up through bloodshot eyes—hope flickering like a dying candle. But he wasn't alone. He carried an unconscious woman in his arms, her head resting against his chest like she belonged there.

I said, and he immediately interrupted me. “Did you just say Lord Ratu?” He asked, and I looked at him. Does he not know who the vampire lord is anymore? Or is he a novice about that too? “Yes, the vampire lord, Lord Ratu Nons!” I said, and he shook his head. “You are mistaken; that is not the vampire lord. That is the rogue vampire lord. We have two vampire empires now!” He said it, and I was shocked. “What!” I exclaimed, and he rolled his eyes.

“You tread dangerously close to insulting me. If you’ve come for my mate, you will not leave this place alive.” Their fear thickens. The smallest of the group, a wiry man with a gaunt face, takes a shaky step back. “We mean no harm, Lord Ramon. We... we didn’t know.” “Didn’t know?” My eyes narrow, and my voice drops, dripping with menace. “You dare lie to my face? You knew what you sought. But let me remind you, I am not some fledgling vampire to be trifled with. I am Ramon Kovah, Vampire Lord of the Crimson Clan and an esteemed member Supreme Council. And you, all of you, are nothing but insects beneath my boot.”

“Okay. I understand. But please Marley. Be careful. They know you’re out there.” “Who?” “The other Coven Leaders. You thought Korin was bad. If someone like Othello got you— Absinthe would not be able to do a damned thing about it.” Who the hell was Othello? I didn’t know a thing about the name, or who he was, or his importance. “Who’s Othello?” “Othello is the Lord of the Vampires.” “Absinthe is a Lord too.” I’d met Korin… he was a Lord, and other than being a creep, he wasn’t that ba—

I heard a gruffy voice in the distance, dishing out orders. Dammit! I should've pulled out the maid's guts when I had the chance! “How do these werewolves even summon their wolves?” I wondered, trying to summon my wolf based on the knowledge I had gathered, especially from Alpha Cassius's memory. “Dammit! That old man made this appear too easy.”