Vampire 1 Hanime Novels & Stories

Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies. A pair of red eyes and two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth as though they were always meant to be there. Except there was no blood dripping from his mouth as always described in books. Yet, she was still scared senseless at the sight of a living, vampire right in front of her eyes. He moved closer to her again but this time, she was prepared and understood what he was. She lunged on her feet in fright and prepared to flee. But she had barely moved two steps when that figure appeared in front of her again.

she asked. Type or not, Vampire Quen had seemed . . . Love both Boss and Man equally, and if the most powerful vampire leader in the vampires was taking Type as their mate or more look like gave him some sort of Queen tittle, but Jonthan said they hate wolf, so if they actually hate wolf how the hell, they take Type as their mate who was also an wolf in past?

Andrea walked towards the pureblood faction. "Vianca Amulet." The snob girl stepped forward and began walking towards the Dhampir faction. So she's half vampire, that's why. She was welcomed by Caleb, the leader of the Dhampirs. "Cyan Vincent Hillgard." The guy with a serious face stepped forward and walked towards the pureblood faction. "Rishan Aidan Marcus." That Rishan is a werewolf. There he went and now I was the only one left, alone on that stage staring at everyone while they were staring at me.

The smell of rotting flesh had filled the air and we both released a low howl and then sprinted towards the window where the stench was strongest. Suddenly, a half shifted decaying looking vampire slogged our window sill, trying to snap at us. I used my mist to lift him up and held him up in the air. The vampire was half dead, and whatever poison they gave it, was making it wild. Before it could climb up with only one leg, the vampire slumped on the edge of the window with only a name whispered out. “Bringer of death" in Japanese. Carl and I both stared at each other with popped eyes, and then at the vampire with mouth slightly opened.

Feeling her touch, he breathed in and focused his mind on her as they strode to the bathroom. “How did you find him?” Hadrian quizzed looking at her. She blushed. “Darius turned me into a vampire and he told me to stay away from him. As much as I am happy that I saved Aiden I feel broken and deserted and I don't know if I'm ever going to get over it. I don't know if I will be able to move on because I'm a fucking vampire. I don't know if I can get used to this.” Simone placed her hands on her thighs feeling downhearted.

she said huskier than she meant, but his hand was on her face, caressing the flesh, and she wanted to tremble. Don’t. She couldn’t show that weakness. His hands were hard, but his touch felt whisper-soft. “Hailey, Aria Rambeaux.” She said, reinforcing her tone. There was pride in the words because she was named after the first pureblood vampire ever to be born, Aria La Fey. The first, but not the last.

However, at this moment, a person lying dead next to Selina suddenly raised his head, his eyes were covered with blood flowers, revealing an extremely malicious look. He jumped up, it seems, that jump is the quintessence of his life, the strength that life accumulates. Even though the upper half of his body has worn out, this jump is still incredibly powerful. Then, he stretched out his long claw, trying to stab it into the body of the vampire in front of him.

The smell of rotting flesh had filled the air and we both released a low howl and then sprinted towards the window where the stench was strongest. Suddenly, a half shifted decaying looking vampire slogged our window sill, trying to snap at us. I used my mist to lift him up and held him up in the air. The vampire was half dead, and whatever poison they gave it, was making it wild. Before it could climb up with only one leg, the vampire slumped on the edge of the window with only a name whispered out. “Bringer of death" in Japanese. Carl and I both stared at each other with popped eyes, and then at the vampire with mouth slightly opened.

He pushed me at an arm's length away from him but still didn't let go of my shoulders and said staring straight into my eyes. "I will never hurt anyone you love. Your sister was never abducted. Pure-blooded vampires have special abilities. I have telepathy and Damon has hypnotism, the ability to tamper with someone’s memories and brain.” My head felt like it was going to explode. What kind of plot twist was this now?

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.