The Vampire Lovers Mga Nobela at Kwento

And the displays could use plenty of work. Iron bars created cages. The werewolves inside were cuffed and collared. Jackson paused in front of a particularly crowded cage. It was packed full of women werewolves. Revulsion choked him as he read the sign - breeding stock. He squeezed through the crowd as quick as he could to put as much distance between him and that cage as possible.

Although we believed in fated mates like the werewolves, it was rare here; every vampire chooses who they love and, once the other accepts, they would become lovers and a bond would be created between them. My sister met with this man, and they both decided to become mates as what seemed like love grew between them. No one knew he was among the enemies, and before we could realize it, he had slit the throat of my sister with a dagger. I was only 11 years old when it happened, and hearing it all and seeing my lifeless sister broke my heart into pieces, especially when I heard her killer was the same man she was head over heels in love with.

“Her name’s Lisa Adrian. She was caught in the woods—thought she was a witch at first. She’s not.” Alex raised an eyebrow, waiting. He knew me well enough to sense there was more. “She’s a vampire,” I said, keeping my voice low, though the room was soundproofed against prying ears. “Alireza Firouzja’s daughter.” His reaction was immediate—eyes widening, a sharp curse slipping past his lips. “What the hell. You're sure this isn't a trap. A vampire? Here? And Firouzja’s blood, no less.”

His face twisted with a sudden, devastating burst of grief and anger, his eyes rimmed with red as he slammed a fist onto the stone. "I want you to know the weight of your claim, Rose!" the elder got incredibly emotional, his voice cracking with a decade's worth of pain. "We lost so many of us in that war. My lovely husband Julio... your own father, Harold... and many of our loved ones were slaughtered by those beasts! We finally drove the rest of the vampires out of New York City and the surrounding territories so we could co-exist beautifully with the humans. To stand there and say they are back..."

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.

With some people, he did in a blink of an eye and with some people he would just do it right in front of their eyes yet they wouldn't pay attention to it with the amount of alcohol they had chucked down. The rest of the time passed with Antonnio and Jasper flirting with each other and interrupted by their kisses and sneaky hands groping each other. I would be embarrassed as red to stand there and watch them all over each other. Watching them hold each other, I knew this was love. I sighed at my unfortunate fate and looked away when they both leaned forward to kiss each other after a couple stumbled their way out as they got a card of a skeleton and blood seeping out of its mouth with a brain

he added, the sweetest smile on his face. But Cyrille was taken aback when the man’s fangs protruded from his mouth, as if in a vampire film, and she became even more terrified. “Now, let me taste you once more, my love...” Cyrille awoke sweating profusely, trying to catch her breath. She can’t believe what she’s been dreaming about. She enjoys everything about vampires, but that was the only time she was scared. “Wait, what was that? Why did I have such a random dream?” She kept asking herself, unable to believe what had happened to her. She felt as if she were in a bureaucratic nightmare that she would never be able to escape, no matter how way too obsessed she is with vampires.

the man blinked with a pretty smile. "No, and don't give me that disgusting look, I think I might puke." The man said and outright left. "Wait, I have the thing you want," the blond said and pulled out and aged bottle from his bag. "Aged, human blood wine, I heard it tastes heavenly to a starved vampire," he said shaking the ruby colour liquid around. Raymond paused and glanced back. "andddddd, it's your favorite blood sweet smelling blood type that doesn't turn to jelly,"

he called as he rummaged. I watched as he went to a cooler in the room and pulled out the bag of clear liquid. He picked up a needle and a thin tube. He moved over to Alex once more and slowly inserted the tube into her arm. "How is it all of you are calm around blood?" Dallas told me vampires were driven by blood lust. They loved nothing more than to feed. Alex's face was stained with blood and Joshua carried her like it didn't bother him. "We ate this afternoon," Levi smirked. "We full." He laughed.

Raven had figured out that Ophelia was neither a witch nor a vampire, so what was her true nature, and what was her plan here? She arched her brow, giving Ophelia the signal to go ahead. It's not like she had better things to do. She was literally being drained to death. "A long, long time ago, history recorded the existence of a group of supernatural creatures, vampires. They overcame all barriers and conquered cities and nations. Indestructible, with the world in their palms. But everything changed when their leader fell in love with a Night Watcher and shared the secret of their immortality with her..." Ophelia narrated, as though she had personally witnessed the events.