Novel & Cerita Transylvania Romania Vampires

“Take Katherine and Sky to the pack. I will have Tristan, Glenn, and Zeke help me track down the feral rogues. Maybe I should call Elena. She has many connections all over Romania.” Glenn, who had been quiet until now, asks Tatiana, “Elena Albu, the vampire huntress?” “That Elena,” Tatiana replies. “You do know how much she hates Cosasi Vampires, right?” Glenn questions Tatiana. Are Tristan, Glenn, and Zeke Cosasi Vampires? Not being able to see the color of their eyes is a big disadvantage.

Being surrounded by food and not being able to eat it was the last thing someone like him would tolerate. Alexander traveled to the human world but scurried back to the vampire world before he could hunt down another human being. However, he had to fulfil Phil's request, and thus, Alexander opened the portal to travel to the human world once again. The portal was in the Bellmor jungle, the most restricted and dangerous jungle in Rome. People were deathly afraid of that jungle, and they should be, most of the vampires in the world could be found there.

He was hungry for it, yet it didn't smell nice to him. Damien moved in the dark towards the main city, searching for one's blood that would satisfy him. He was nearing the main city when a hoard of people beleaguered him. They weren't humans. Most of them had odd-coloured hair and white eyes. They were Whigans. Whigans were beings that transitioned from humans to vampires. Those creatures had everything a normal vampire had, except a human form. When humans transform into Whigans, they lose their ability to retain their human physique forever

“I swear, if I get a math teacher who hates art again, I’ll riot.” I do not say much, I just watch her pace, letting her nerves settle themselves into motion. She hands me a folder with fake documents she printed last night. “Cousin Alejandro. Age twenty-one. Romanian exchange guardian. I even made up a background for you. You were raised in a remote part of Transylvania.” I blink. “That’s where the vampire stories come from.” She grins. “Exactly. No one will mess with you.”

"But the earthquakes didn't just crack volcanoes, Killian. They shattered the ancient crypts deep beneath the Carpathian Mountains in Romania." A cold knot formed in my stomach. The First Crown pulsed softly, sensing the vampire's genuine dread. "What was in those crypts, Valerius?" I asked quietly. "The First Sires," Valerius whispered, the words sounding like a curse. "The Pureblood Progenitors. The vampires who turned me two thousand years ago. They went into torpor during the Dark Ages, waiting for a time when humanity was weak enough to conquer." Killian leaned back in his leather chair, unimpressed. "So, a few dusty leeches woke up. Tell them the world belongs to the wolves now, and if

Nostalgia filled my whole being as the scene in front of me gets clearer again like it isn't just some memory I play in my mind. Those were the days. The golden days. You see, royal-blooded vampires are a whole different breed. They are nothing like some other vampires. Royal-blooded vampires that blood came from the roots of Vlad Dracul, and was never tainted by any other clans, are considered to be the most prominent families scattered in the lands of Romania. Our family, and Octavians, for instance.

you are used to. - He will learn. – Ionache says, with a smile. Vlad's stomach turns and his gaze goes numb. - I apologize for my son's behavior. He's been alone too long. There aren't many purebred companies in Romania. Since Dracula's death, things have changed. The purebloods that survived scattered throughout the world. Vlad looks sideways at the count and he shrinks. - Orpheus, bring Romeo in. - Yes father. Orpheus goes to the door and when he opens it, he sees Romeo, in orderly clothes, between two guards. His eyes are swollen from crying for hours. Orpheus grim.

Fin'esia turned around and started walking towards the castle of Transylvania. As expected, the vampires were nowhere to be found. Dabria and Moon could shake off this feeling of familiarity that surrounded them as they walked closer and closer towards the castle of the dracula. The very castle that was rebuilt by the famous dracula of all time, Vlad the impaler.

“Sick. My head is killing me.” Declan stepped into the room, sitting next to her on the bed. “Here--” he handed her a bottle of blood --“we are in Eros’s castle – there are no humans here, it’s just us.” “Who are us?” “Just our family. Eros and his descendants I guess we can say.” “Where are we?” Declan chuckled, “You are never gonna believe this. Transylvania.” Aster almost choked on the blood. “Seriously?” “Yeah. Close to the place where the first witch made the vampires.”

I've learned not to speak unless spoken to by the Pet Master. I squeezed my eyes shut, ready for him to hit me or yank on the leash or something, but he didn't. He did, however, take my wrist in his hand and lead me into the back area of a limo. Most of the vampires traveled like this, the ones in this city did at least. It was more of a formality than anything. Vampires could easily get to any location they needed with their advanced speed, but I guess some preferred this. Only specific slaves were chosen to drive them.