Twilight Bella Vampire Power Novels & Stories

Just when my mates lunged at him, the sneaky brat fell backwards from the open window before they could grab him and put his face on a missing poster. "See ya, guys ! If you get tired of Dante, then you can send the little monkey to me !!” he taunted while waving at my pissed mates as he flew on Aira’s dragon back. Aira had the vampiric power to shape shift into any living thing, similar to Joy's vampiric power, except that Joy could "imitate" non-living things too and even copy the scent, inner organs and entire aura of anything. "We are going to kill you, YOU monkey !!” a feisty Bella shouted while wildly throwing her arms and legs in every possible direction, as she struggled in my arms.

Under the table, I put my hand on his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. “As I was saying,” Arthur continues, unaware of Gregory and my exchange, “when Bella arrived home, she went to the Astral Plane and saw not just the Maiden, but the full form of the Hecate.” And now my eyes are as wide as saucers. The full form of any goddess on any plane could be fatal for the viewer, without the goddess meaning for it to be. The fact that Bella was able to withstand the full form of a goddess long enough to receive a prophecy…she’s damn powerful. Powerful enough to be a formidable High Priestess. Powerful enough to be an impressive luna. A worthy mate for any alpha, strong enough to protect herse

THE VAMPIRE'S WEAKNESS 18+ ~Fucking you is all about me~ ~l know what you're, you not a human but a witch~ ~Am a vampire, you a witch~ ~Am gonna fuck you like one~ **** SCARLETT'S POV.

The pain she’s feeling right now will be that of a vice crushing her skull. Antonio and Sofia rush to Bella’s side while Gianna stares at me wide-eyed. “What did you do?” It doesn’t take much concentration for me to crush someone’s skull. I could do it in the blink of an eye, and if I wanted Bella dead, she would be by now. Being a wolf-vampire hybrid brings many abilities, including the power to kill with little effort in terrible ways. Daddy dearest won’t be happy with what I’m doing here. Antonio and Bella are good at their jobs within my father’s army. But that means nothing to me, I want what I came for, and I won’t leave until I get it.

She arrived in a jiffy,placing the metallic sphere on the ground between Vincent and Sabrina who were still unconscious. "I need your hand. The spell is to powerful for me,I'll have to channel off your power." She extended her hand to Arthur which he simply agreed to. "Osposius borcus spirale...Osposius borcus spirale...Osposius borcus spirale...Osposius borcus spirale!..." Bella marvelled at the way the green ball of light seeped into the energy orb. And when the spell was over. The Witch and The Vampire both gasped for air. The orb remained indifferent but they could feel the aura of power emitting from it.

It glowed faintly for a second, then dimmed. “Alright,” I said. “Show me what you’ve got.” She looked hesitant, like I’d asked her to dance naked in front of a crowd. “Come on, Bella. You channeled fae magic straight into a bunch of rogue vampires last month. Don’t tell me you’re shy now.” “I didn’t mean to do that,” she said. “Well, today you will mean it. That’s the point.” She closed her eyes, took a breath, and lifted her hand. For a second, I saw it; faint light gathering in her fingertips, a kind of soft pulse. But then it fizzled, sputtering out like a candle in the rain.

Then again, maybe she had, and he just didn't want to come back. “You're different,” said Victor, turning her to face him. He swept a tear from her cheek with his thumb and stared down at it in bewilderment. “You're crying.” “Yeah. Vampire puberty, I guess.” “Something's not right,” he murmured. Bella turned off the stove and pulled her arms around his neck to kiss him before he could change his mind and forbid her from participating in the ritual. “I'm fine! I'm just on a steady diet of werewolf blood, and I think all of our sessions are taming my instincts.” That part was true, at least.

he whispered, as if trying to grasp the magnitude of what I’d said. “Exactly.” “Is she… a hybrid?” he asked, lowering his voice. “Some vampires have extraordinary powers, but they avoid mingling with werewolves or wizards.” “No,” I replied firmly. “She’s a pureblood werewolf. Nothing more.” Bennet seemed taken aback. His eyes gleamed with something that looked like renewed hope. “Unbelievable,” he murmured. “If that’s true… if she really has that kind of power, then I’ll do whatever it takes to help her. I’ll help you reverse the effects of the drug. Just tell me what to do.”

She reluctantly sat there, looking at the Goddess in front of her. "Give me your hand," Hecate offered, showing the girl her upturned palm. She placed hers in it, a little surprised at the coldness meeting her skin. "You are grieving. Your heart has been broken by the vampire," the Goddess' voice sounded ominous and powerful, suddenly coming from all around her. Diana's breath hitched in her throat. The Goddess wrapped her hand around hers, her sharp and black nails quickly sinking into Diana's skin like tiny blades, drawing blood. Diana let out a pained mewl, eyes widening with alarm.

She drew upon her supernatural powers, channeling the energy that flowed within her, and prepared to face the beasts that stood between her and the innocent lives at stake. In a swift and fluid motion, Beverly unleashed her power. Her movements were a seamless dance of strength and agility, her strikes guided by an otherworldly force. She evaded the werewolves' lunges with calculated precision, sidestepping their ferocious attacks with supernatural grace. Each blow Beverly delivered was imbued with a force beyond the physical, resonating with a power that surpassed the natural realm. The werewolves, caught off guard by the unexpected resistance they encountered, found themselves overwhelmed