Transylvania Romania Vampires Novels & Stories

"Wait twelve hours, I want to make sure she isn't faking this." We nodded and he stormed out of the room. "What are we going to do?" Percival asked me. "She can do this for 24hrs, she's stronger than her people." I told him, before I wrote a letter and sent it out by crow. It was to a friend I had made when we were briefly stationed in Wallachia. A Vampire named Vlad Tepes, I didn't really know much about him, seeing as he could have been any Vlad Tepes. That Voivode never showed his real face. As far as any of us knew he was the oldest Vampire there was. Except the strange thing was that he used to be an Elf, no one knows what happened.

But Willow shook her head no. "That is the problem, vampires are not allowed to pack without permission and there are very few stays in the city. Mostly the vampire stays in Romania and our alpha has a great relation with Vampire Lord ,Lord Dimitri so it's not possible for vampires to attack,we have signed a bond with them. That guy is freaking older than my great great grandfather ".

A vampire shouted and swarms of them bursted out from the trees and darkness into the battle zone. Tyler, seeing this, cursed under his breath and for a second, fear crept into him,"Oh fucking hell…"

Though someone may have complained about the lack of vitality. However, something unexpected hit Dante when one day, a woman came to his door with a child claiming that he was his father. There was no way that Dante would admit it because he didn't believe in women anymore when his mother left, not to mention the pure pleasure from fresh. But the DNA test left him speechless. The woman asked for quite a lot of money and left without any hesitation, she was soon gone again as if she never appeared. If it wasn't because of the child standing lively in front of him, Dante would consider all this as a dream, a nightmare. He tried to figure out how he and the woman had the child but all he got wa

Although, somewhere at the back on my mind I knew my reason for feeling strange was untrue. After a while I drained the water in the tub and dried myself off. I then got dressed into a pair of black shorts and a red sweatshirt I had stolen from my brother for my top secret “extracurricular activities”. Thereafter, I got to work on a few books on the history of vampire hunters, vampire and vampire hunter law and some English. My mother had me studying through my nose so I could be admitted to Venandi Academy, one of the most prestigious vampire hunter academies of the world, located in Transylvania.

The penanggal breed of east Asia. The third vampire looked a bit like a human. But with very pale skin, with spots and blemishes, red and glossy eyes, muscle-filled body, brooded figure, sharper-looking fangs and nails like that of the Wolverine. He was the guard vampire; The gatekeeper. The Neuntoter from the German vampire species. The vampire that was popularly known as the 'nine killers'

Unlike me, who will continue to ignore his temper tantrum via otherworldly, if not humiliating summons. Religious as my upbringing was. It's hard not to be a bit 'off' when you grow up in the most wild, if not superstitious place on the planet. Nicky and I only came to Haven after spending our formative years in the Carpathian Mountains of Transylvania. Near every Romanian believes that they are cursed, and knows the saying, este în sânge în engleză. It’s in the blood. That’s not my excuse though. Not entirely.

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Zaria scoffed. I nodded. “He is. I’ve known him since my days as a knight. Then, I had no idea that he was already a vampire. However, I recently discovered he’d been a vampire much longer. So, there’s a good chance that he is indeed a real barbarian from the Anglo-Saxon days or before.” I bit my upper lip. “The older the vampire, the stronger they are. And as strong as I am, he’s even stronger, so he’s much older than even I originally knew. For all I know, he may even be one of the barbarians who attacked the Western Roman Empire around 200 BC.”

He ask and Rosa smiled. “Well, it kinda reminds me of Count Dracula and after what you just did, I’m starting to believe you are one. You’re Dracula, aren’t you? You drink blood?” He chuckled. “ That’s a very ancient term, micuța mea. My kind prefer a much modern version of what you people say these days. Vampires. Plus the actual Dracula is not a blood sucking creature like I do, not yet though. He was a voivode first, a prince, powerful ruler who I once call great grand father."