Vampire Academy Book Age Rating Novels & Stories

they replied as Drake previously thought of them. "Good. Vampires are known to be very powerful and always ready to take on any challenge or threat. Yes, we must be ready for surprises, but for now, I urge you all to remain calm and act strictly as you've been told," I added. "Does anybody have a question?" I questioned but probably because of fear, not one of them raised their hands, so I asked again. "Does anyone amongst you have a question?" This time, only one hand went up, a girl. I browsed through her life with my ability, and I was a bit shocked and happy when I discovered she was only ten years old. She dared speak when the elders remained quiet—what a brave one.

She believed sometimes knowledge and curiosity would put someone's life at risk and she didn't want to drag anyone along with her crazy obsession about supernatural beings. With her secret collection, she knew that the prominent kind residing with humans were vampires. They were categorized in three categories. Pureblooded were those who were born as vampires with parents who were both vampires, they were the strongest. Turned vampires, humans who went through transition. And half-vampires, those who were fruits of the union of vampires and humans.

"Hah! Yeah, right. Come on, everyone is afraid of something." "Not me." "Look, if it makes you feel any better, I'll even tell you my biggest fear." Harley laughed quietly through her nose. "You're a five hundred year old vampire, I highly doubt there is much on this mortal plane that can scare you." "It may seem like that, but I can assure you it's not the case." "Alright then, I guess I could tell you mine if you tell me yours." "Deal… but you first." "Okay, the truth is that I'm afraid-"

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

I said to him still with my surprise evident from my voice. "It's okay," he replied before looking at his thick book again which turned out to be a college level medical book. He looked like he was only fourteen years old. I looked back at his focused face, living among the werewolves allowed me to detect who was a human and who was a werewolf just from their aura and demeanor. And this child seems to be a normal human. What is He doing in this place? "Do you have any questions for me?" Suddenly his calm voice broke my thoughts. I blinked at the boy, he looked up from his book and shot me a questioning glance.

It was an exquisite torment, a dance of surrender and yearning. The vampire's fangs, unveiled like secrets shared between lovers, gently pierced her supple flesh. A sigh, laden with pleasure rather than pain, escaped Amira's lips, as if embracing a hidden union that bridged the realms of darkness and desire. It was a union forged in the alchemy of their souls. With each languid pull, the vampire savored the intoxicating elixir that flowed forth, mingling his immortal essence with her vibrant life force. The exchange was not solely sustenance but an enchanting pas de deux, a symphony of passion interwoven within their intertwined destinies.

she asked, already bracing. I sipped my tea before answering. “Vampire.” Her eyebrows went up. “Like… full-on?” “Fangs, blood, eternal brooding. Yeah.” She leaned back on the couch and stared at the ceiling. “I knew he was weirdly intense.” “He’s also weirdly old.” That earned another laugh, shorter this time, but real. She rubbed her face with both hands. “So my ex-stepsister tried to ruin my life, my stepmother poisoned my father, my story was stolen, and now I’m a magical creature surrounded by more magical creatures.”

“Luna is here, a sunlight witch of only fifteen.” I gasped slightly, sucking in a long breath; so, they did know who and what I was. Great. Death would surely be following soon. “Step forward child.” Said the first male vampire, his amber eyes locked onto me. I stumbled to my feet, unsure what else I could possibly do as I walked forward, my heart racing in reckless motions within my chest and my breath harsh and fast. I reached the table in a few short moments, dropping back into a bow; I did not want to anger these creatures, not if I could help it.

From the scowl on his face, I knew it wasn't good. The children weren't with them, if you could even call them that. They were younger than Julian, but a whole lot older than me. Within the vampire community, they were barely old enough to be considered children and not toddlers. Hell, even Julian barely made the title of being an adult. Having such long years within life had its own set of rules within a society. Babies were considered babies until they were well over fifty years old. Yet vampires aged into their adult bodies at twice the speed any wolves and humans did. There the aging would slow down to a crawl. Luciana had given me the book on the natural life cycle of vampires one day w

My eyes go fully black and my fangs lengthen, I turn toward the teacher, he's used to dealing with a new adult vampire but I'm not young nor naive. Usually, vampires come to school at the age of one hundred, I'm three hundred and so is Dimitri. We've been to other schools but no little got our attention until Sophia and Rory. We've been in this school alone for five years, we can leave if we want but we only stayed as publicity make everyone see the heir of Vitale. When our littles graduate we'll all leave and take over the family business. Now I turn to the sad soul who thought he can scare my baby. When he get a full view of me, of how old I am his face dropped.