Novelas y relatos de The Vampire Lord

I growl, shaking my head, “But dying at the hands of a Nati isn’t exactly on my bucket list.” He leans forward, “I’m not just any Nati, Mae, I am their lord.” Lord? So, the Nati do have a hierarchy, just as my father always suspected, he’d be so happy to know that he was right. Not that I will be able to tell him anytime soon. “That changes things.” I say, rubbing my hand down my face. Mihai frowns, seemingly confused, “How does it change things?” He asks. I shrug my shoulders, leaning back against the cool glass, “It means that I will have to kill you before I escape.” I say coldly, “Can’t have a vampire lord chasing me for the rest of my life.”

She had only seen them once in the book, but she could recognise them like she had known them forever. High Lord Draven, the Parliamentarian Vampire, had silky black hair and dark red eyes that were emotionless. His face was lean and hollow, and his very pale skin, which was almost as white as his robe, made him look dead. By his right was the much larger High Lord Boris, the Parliamentarian werewolf with shaggy brown hair, dark brown eyes, and rich dark skin. A scowl was on his lips, and he stared at her with more hate than the rest.

"Dating history. We're supposed to know each other, right? So tell me. Who's the vampire lord's son been seeing?" Something shifted in his expression. The faintest flicker of amusement surfacing through the usual coldness. "All vampires, of course." He named three. Celeste, Adriana, Vivienne. Schools I'd never heard of, names that sounded old and expensive. Noble house daughters, probably. Girls who belonged in his world the way I never would. I pushed harder. I wanted to make him uncomfortable the way he'd made me. "And did you sleep with them?" He didn't flinch. Didn't hesitate. Didn't even blink.

At 6 PM, Bastian arrived at Lord Valerius's estate with Ophelia. The full moon banquet was the ultimate networking event for the clans. Tonight, the room was packed with the highest vampire nobility. Bastian held a crystal glass of premium synth-blood, zoning out while Valerius talked about the new territory treaties. He hadn't seen Aveline all day. Instinctively, he reached out through the blood bond to find her, but hit a wall of dead, silent nothingness.

Then, a sound cut through the peace. Clap. Clap. Clap. Victor stiffened. He pulled me behind him instantly, a low growl rumbling in his chest. A figure stepped into the moonlight. Tall. Pale. Dressed in ancient velvet. The Vampire Lord. He was smiling. "Well done, Alpha," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "A magnificent display." Victor snarled. "Step closer and I'll rip your throat out." The Lord chuckled. "I think not."

Around us the battle was ending, our forces having eliminated most of the vampire lord's soldiers. "You can't kill me," the vampire lord said, still smiling despite being pinned. "I'm ancient. I have knowledge and power you can't imagine. Kill me and you lose access to centuries of vampire secrets." "We don't need your secrets," Dante said, his voice rough from the poison still working through his system. "You need me to cure the toxin in your blood." The vampire lord's smile widened. "That poison was my own creation. Only I know the antidote." Through our bond I felt Dante's pain intensifying, th

It took Lucien Ashbourne, Blackwater's vampire lord, three nights to notice I hadn't requested any fresh food, human medicine, or clothes. At last, he called me himself. "Evelyn, St. Raven's has the release order," he said, his voice low and patient. "Your treatment won't be interrupted. See? Stop treating Celeste like the enemy, and I can take care of everything." The petition to dissolve our blood bond already bore my seal. To the outside world, I had the kind of fairytale love every human girl dreamed of—with a vampire who would lay down his life to protect me. Reality, as it turned out, was a little less romantic. My blood could not open the castle's wards. I had no access to its account

“You all know why I have called you here, there is a rather treacherous female vampire that has caused quite a stir for us all. Though the question remains, has she done enough to warrant war?” “We know that you mean Elizabeth Phantomhive, she has been a problem for many years, my prince. Why is it now that you wish to strike?” Came an unfamiliar thick Italian accent, though form the way he spoke, I guessed it to be Ezio’s father, Luka Caprotti. “And why is her brother present?” “Agreed, he should be in the dungeons, NOT our meeting.” Growled a female voice, though I couldn’t concentrate on that; something more pressing was eating away at me. “Or better yet, let me render him nothing but a p

He suddenly looked reluctant. "You don't know him? That man who is talking to Ralph, he's the very famous vampire lord, Lord Hendry Winters. Many vampire Lords fear him. I heard that his daughter waged war against the Lycan King because she couldn't accept the fact that he had found his mate and is replacing her as Luna. It seemed like the his daughter died," he explained. I swallowed the lump in my throat. It seemed like the news of Zenalie's death already spread all over the Kingdom of Vampires. This man must be very devastated over the news of his daughter.

"Jet, I'm warning you to stay away from Ranz and I want to tell you that we're done already?" " Why? Is it because of Vlahdy? Do you know what the first time I saw that guy, there's something different from him? I sense that he's a vampire and once that ill know his real identity I'll gonna kill him right away." "How dare you! How can you know if he's a vampire or not? I'll tell you. You will never know the real identity of Vlahdy. Stay away from him!" "No, you are wrong! Do you see this? This is a perfume I made it to know who vampires are. This is a perfume I first use for Moana. After smelling it a vampire will collapse for a second but will gain consciousness after ten seconds. It's so