Vamp Novelas e Histórias

I ripped me hand free from Ariels grip, she looked back at me and I pointed to Tommy. Understanding what was happening she quickly gave him a flask, Strom informed her before they caught up to me this would happen and Ariels blood was in the flask mixed with herbs and wolfs bane. It is deadly to werewolves and harmful to Lycans but the vamps it helps to supress the urge of thirst. It does weaken them but not greatly if taken in small moderate doses. Tommy had a spit from the flask and we waiting for it to take effect. Five minutes tops is all it took and we were walking again. Right now this place is unknown to us so vamp speed

So I decided to test the waters. "Hey crazy girl, what do you think about vampires?" I asked. "Erm what do you mean?" She said, obviously confused. "I mean, would you be okay with dating a vampire?" I asked. "Okay…. first, I have to tell you that is a very weird question, but if by chance vampires were a real thing and I happen to find myself a ruthless, handsome vampire, who had no care in the world just like me, then I'd certainly fall instantly in love with him, baggage and all," she said with a wink.

It was not that I was to forcefully marry and bond with someone but it was the who. King Vampir was ruthless. He was the first vampire, the sire of the whole vampire race. He was not just a vampire but a hybrid, a cross between a witch and vampire, making him as old as the world, rendering him immortal. My stomach turned and I thought I would vomit right there as I continued crawling my way to the door, getting there and standing up only to rush out to the crowd outside, patiently waiting and hoping for their name to be called.

They were enclosed by vampires who were snarling and gnashing their teeth ready to rip the huntress and his accomplices apart. “I have been anticipating you, Marissa Hunter.” Vadim smirked as he took a step forward.

Vic, the ruthless vampire leader, led his bloodthirsty cohorts through the streets, leaving devastation in their wake. Vic, his eyes glinting crimson in the sunlight, reveled in the pandemonium he unleashed. His voice, commanding and cold, echoed through the tumultuous scene. "Behold, my minions! The time has come to assert our dominance over these feeble humans. Let their screams be the symphony of our triumph!"

He led the fight, showing unwavering determination and guided his pack with bravery and skill. In the midst of the chaos, a vampire pounced on Tyler, sinking its teeth deep into his flesh. Pain shot through his body as the venom spread, threatening to take over. His vision blurred, and he staggered back, holding onto his wound. A female Omega, witnessing the attack, quickly slaid the vampire. She hurried to Tyler's side, her eyes filled with fear and worry. "General! No!" she cried out, her voice desperate. She reached out to him, her touch gentle but urgent.

Currently, vampires consist of four types. The first type of vampire is known as the nightwalker vampires. They are the ‘children’ under Ambrogio, which he’s able to transfer his abilities through his saliva. The saliva injected to the blood, which causes changes to the person affected by it. Though they are not as powerful as Ambrogio, they have super strength, speed, senses, vision, atomize, and they are lesser immortals. Ambrogio’s curses are also passed down upon them, where they would die if they were exposed to sunlight and silver.

Before Izzie knew it she was flung around, coming face to face with a strange male vamp. His deep red eyes raked hungrily over her, drinking her in as he held her still. He was only a little taller than her, though that didn’t give her any sort of advantage.

Great, he was drunk! He stumbled out of the darkness, into the pale moonlight. He was, from what I could discern between the shadows covering his appearance, beautiful. He had thick, dark black hair which hung messily in his face and eyes the colour of gold which peered through his silky strands of hair. His sharp white fangs shone brilliantly in the light. He looked about eighteen, though, he could have been one hundred. Vampires aged up to a certain point and then they ceased to age entirely, preserving their youthful appearances for an eternity. There was, however, something familiar about this vampire. I knew I’d seen him be

"He's mine!" the rogue vamp yelled through gritted teeth, his glowing green eyes boring into mine. Then, he hit me in the chest with his fist, sending me flying into the parking lot, as I slid across the hard pavement, trying to regain consciousness. He was definitely one of The Others, rogue vamps who didn't care about human life. Having completely lost their humanity, they cared for nothing more than self gratification and the kill. "Hey, you're pretty!" he said with a half smile as he started toward me, arms outstretched, grinning seductively.