Vampir Artinya Novels & Stories

I'm starting to feel bad, like I haven't eaten in a while. "Vampires are immortals who drink blood. They are either born or made. Witches are beings able to tap into the magic of the Earth. They can only be born." "I wonder how many there are." I say in amazement. I fall back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. Ok, so drinking blood isn't much different than some shifters liking raw meat. Raw meat is bloody.

I hissed. "Nope. What is that?" playing dumb again. "Go look in the dictionary..." I mumbled. "Ooooooh but I love it so much when you act so smart!" He was enjoying himself so much while I was dying on the inside. By now Haydon was so close to me I could feel the heat from skin radiating off of him...wait. Heat.... vampires were only warm after they fed. As soon as I realised this, I shivered in disgust. "So who was the unfortunate human?" I asked

It was Hemera who silently approached her with a firm posture and relentless eyes. “Welcome, vampling to the Fortress of the Rose and to the Sanctum of the Moon,” Hemera emotionlessly spoke to Rozelyn. “A vampling is a newly activated vampire. A wolfling is what you call a newly activated werewolf. There are cases that a two vampire or werewolf mated and bore a pure blood, or to what we call as a cradle vampire or cradle werewolf,” the Grand vampire lectured. She was now on her right side facing the thirty audiences.

Important Documents Regarding the Immortals By Koba Vampire Research & Data Agency (Koba VRDA) 1. Report in the "Modern Journal" newspaper by Nero Saputra Vampires, creatures that touted as captivating and immortal human images of the Indonesian version, began to emerge in 2018 ago. By the clergy vampire lovers, it is said that the physical appearance and habits of vampires are the same as those of Western vampires, only which they are resistant to sunlight and are stronger. However, what is Indonesian vampire actually?

They are only used so that fellows can recognize each other and, at the same time, through the smell, know the level of origin of the vampire so that there is a way to address and behave appropriately in a clear hierarchy. What is that? Could those monstrous forms also be bloodsuckers? But they, don't have the Yeg smell... Looking at this slow appearance, it's like they are not vampires belonging to the noble class that can remove the Yeg smell. And the smell of humans on them is still so strong, it's human by flesh and bones. Moreover, how do vampires work as minions for humans? It's an insult!

"Let me remind you that you just went through a transition. You are basically a one-day-old vampire, and you know what that means?" I stopped. Carter had told me about newborns before. "It means you are very dangerous to humans. You can't control your emotions yet, and you can't also control your thirst. What I've given you was just animal blood. It is enough for now, but you will be thirsty again soon, and you can't be around humans when your thirst strikes again. I suppose you don't want to feed on humans?" I clenched my fist and stayed still. He had a point. I can't just act rashly and end up hurting innocent people.

"A vampire with good self control. You really think I would drink your blood when we are in a life and death situation?" "Well, I mean don't vampires usually lose their sense of control at the smell of blood? You seem more human to me. Even sunlight doesn't hurt you." I asked, curiously. "That's because I'm a Vampire King belonging to the purest blood of the vampires and a direct descendent of the First Vampire." "Cliché."

Intricate gothic borders frame the screen, and the words VAMP PARTY flash in bold, crimson letters that appear to be actively dripping blood down my phone screen. “Uhhh…” I look up at him, entirely confused. “What on earth is a vamp party?” Julian quickly lunges forward with lightning speed, snapping his teeth aggressively just an inch away from the sensitive skin of my neck. I let out a startled shriek, jerking backward into the couch cushions as my pulse violently quickens. “It’s a vampire costume party, Harper,” he whispers, dropping his voice into a dramatic, menacing rasp, widening his blue eyes to look unhinged.

She swallowed hard and I could see the fear in her eyes. “You…” she breathed, staring at me like she had seen a ghost. She rose her trembling hand and pointed directly at me. “You’re … you’re a vam…vamp…vampire!!”

a grim reaper reported. "What did you say? Did you say, Zanea?" his eyes widened in fear as he looked at the grim reaper. The man bent down his knees and frowned, "Yes, archangel. His name was written in the list," he responded and his heart sank to realized that Zanea was the one who killed the Vampire.