Twilight Vampires Volturi Novels & Stories

Veronica said in a low tone, but Derek was totally lost in the sweetness of her blood. "Derek!!"Veronica shouted. Derek opened his eyes and removed his fangs from her neck and licked the rushing blood from her neck dry, before licking his lips. "I feel dizzy." Veronica said looking at Derek weakly. "You will be okay." Derek said in a reassuring voice as he watched her eyes close slowly and soon he also feel unconscious. A/N: hey guys, Hope I didn't make you wait for too long 😋 Hope you liked the chapter😊 Yea... Derek is going to be okay👌

King Thorvald asked, sitting on his throne. “No, Panya’s child and two of the lycan girls still remain,” the vampire said. “Then get on with it!” King Thorvald yelled. ‘Do they go out on a full moon? Why don’t I know about this?’ King Thorvald argued with himself. The vampire managed to take Zhara and Bleidd’s daughter followed by Nashwa and Kurt’s daughter. On his return from dropping Nashawa and Kurt’s daughter the sun caught up with him and he died leaving Chione and Vasili's daughter and Panya’s daughter, Phoebe.

And I decided to change, to stop the drug lifestyle I had started and to take my life back. I opened a bookstore, which is doing quite well, I even have an assistant. It was much later that I learned who this mysterious man was. Calvin Lloyd, the alpha of the Twilight Pack. He had given me a mischievous look before holding out his hand, eyes as blue as the sky, he must have been twenty-eight years old. It was his hand that he had caressed his sex, I think I blushed when I recognized it. I didn't grab his hand and for three years now we've been fighting a cold war, me to hide the attraction I have for him, and him because he's a big jerk and nothing else. I wonder if he knows it was me that d

the man threatened. How cruel! He stood up, walking slowly towards his father's throne with Mera following. The blue-eyed man's steps were relaxed, the pale skin made the color of his eyes and hair even more contrasting. His white shirt is full of watercolor blotches. He is Volker. A five-hundred-year-old vampire prince. "Father," called Volker. Valas—Volker's father looked down at Cimera and told the animal to leave for a while. "What is it?" asked Volker, impatient.

Peterson concluded. Lucian's grin widened, a sinister gleam dancing in his eyes. "That sounds like the symphony of total annihilation. Yet, my friend, you are mistaken. It won't be solely vampires and werewolves united in this battle. The witches, too, have aligned themselves with our cause. Eric Damian is destined to meet his end, and with it, I shall reclaim the love of my life," Lucian proclaimed, his voice resolute and tinged with an unyielding determination.

She added. "I see... So, that's the reason why she communicate with you." Channon said while nodding. "Where's Lerentia, by the way?" "She came back to Vitadinem to make sure that her clan is safe and okay there." Zylo answered. "What about that beast? Where it came from?" Alexis asked. "We don't know where it came from but, they are called a Level E. They are the type of werewolves that cannot be controlled." Zylo said.

“At least we don’t do what our enemies to the south do.” “True.” It could be worse for the peoples we’ve conquered. “What’s that?” Riley asks, her nose wrinkled as she frowns at her father. “In Tormentia, their cullings involve one night a month where vampires can pour into the territories they’ve conquered and grab as many people as they like. They take them home as slaves and then drain them. Sometimes, they torture them first, just for fun. Hence the name, Tormentia.” “Gross!” Riley doesn’t seem quite as put off by this as she should be in hearing it for the first time. “King Croft is disgusting. You should just go down there and kill him, Daddy.”

Lana just glanced at me briefly before nodding, not speaking for the rest of the journey. *** Vârcolac. Vendalla. Vorvolakas. Vrykolatios. Vampyr. Vampire. Vampire. The word echoed in my mind. I wasn't one to believe in legends or such things, but after last night... I didn't know anymore. Nicholas's heartbeat was palpable when he kissed me, and he seemed very human. His skin didn't sparkle in the sunlight, unlike what I read in Twilight. Okay, that one was from Twilight, not the internet.

It's black, and there's only a chair with a table. They try to open the door, but it's locked. They can smell us, too, surely. "Everything will be fine," Nicole whispers with her lips. I nod and prepare for the worst. They forcefully break the door, and I flinch in fright. Everything is dark, but with my wolf vision, I can see clearly. Then a vampire enters with red eyes, intense black hair, and very pale skin. "We meet again, Jane," the vampire says with a warm but fake smile.

And as each vampire drank, she recited a chant for the potions effect to be activated, "Sorvex vampyri, veneficus draconis , Zarathrax nocturnum, umbra potentis" As she did this, each vampire wore a mark on their forehead, a symbol rather, using a trace of the potion to do it which reinforced the potion's connection to them and could be used as their new brand. The leader of the vampire, loved the idea of that. The change was good.