Vampire Awakening Novelas e Histórias

' That's the second awakening Eva,' my wolf's voice appeared in my mind. I was surprised and asked through mindlink,' What's a second awakening?' ' The awakening of power. You will no longer be scared of creatures who are not of your level. The hybrids are more powerful than vampires or werewolves. And after mating with your first mate you will become more powerful than you now,' my wolf replied, completely making me confused.

He knew their paths would diverge, their destinies forever apart, but the memory of their intimate encounter would forever be imprinted upon his immortal soul. With a final, longing glance, the vampire silently departed, melting into the shadows with a blend of longing and melancholy. Amira stirred from her slumber, her eyes fluttering open, as if awakening from a dream. A radiant smile graced her lips, unaware of the nocturnal visitor who had gifted her with an awakening, both sensual and profound. ________________________________

She’s certain of becoming one but for whatever reason, she doesn’t know. Steadying her breaths, Mari’s determined to go home and then escape all of this. She’ll just bid goodbye to her Aunt and isolate herself to harm no one. However, the clock strikes twelve. Mari suddenly collapses on her knees, a hand squeezing on chest, and she feels like she’s been robbed of good oxygen. Strange hairs are growing on her skin and there was a tickling sensation on her butt. The next thing she knew she had become both a vampire and a wolf.

I guess it coincided with the rising of the sun because before I knew it I was gone. Upon awaking I decided my sleep consisted of complete nothingness. There are not many things scarier than the feeling of being at the mercy of anybody or anything—especially after being nearly killed by a pack of Vampires. Now, I could understand why Vampires had secret lairs. I cleaned up, replaced my mattress, and made up my bed. It was Sunday night, and I would have to figure something out about a job. My cell phone was also blown up with calls. I called Arnitra.

Now my vampire bloodline was awake, and my body was already drained from healing the silver burns on my wrists and dealing with the magic bleeding through my chest. My body was going through some kind of post-suppressor shock. It was starving. And it didn't want dead animal blood from the pack kitchen. My vampire nature needed live, powerful supernatural blood to survive this awakening. I dragged myself up until my back hit the stone fireplace, one hand still wrapped around my throat as tears filled my eyes from the pain. My heart suddenly started beating faster and faster, each beat coming so quickly that my chest felt like it might split open. My vision flickered. The dark bedroom around m

She gave him another look and couldn’t take her eyes off him. “How come he looks so damn attractive even when he’s sleeping peacefully?” She wondered aloud incredulously. She kept staring at the man and suddenly noticed the family crest on its bow, where she encountered a familiar symbol, she had only seen in classic vampire movies. “Why is this sort of scenario giving me a vampire movie vibe?” And she was about to check herself the ankh circa out of morbid curiosity, but when she touched it, something pricked her finger and caused it to bleed.

"Young one, the vampire and werewolf blood within you form a delicate balance. Unleashing your vampire side is not a decision to be taken lightly, as it carries both power and responsibility." Emily nodded, acknowledging the gravity of his words. She knew that her journey held risks and complexities, but her heart yearned to understand the full extent of her heritage. The monk continued, his voice echoing with ancient wisdom. "To reawaken your dormant vampire side, you must undergo a profound journey of self-discovery and embrace the depths of your dual nature. It is a path that will test your resolve and demand introspection." He instructed Emily to venture into the heart of the sanctuary,

I had no idea where it had come from or what the fuck it was, but it felt too much like an internal lock snapping open. My vision exploded into color, then into nothing as I hit the ground. My fingers dug into the dirt without my permission. “No.” I muttered to myself in pain. “Not again. No, no, no…” “Rowan,” I hissed. “Stop. Stop this.” “Can’t,” he said cheerfully. “This is an activation cycle. You triggered the bloom with that delectable hatred earlier, but now? Now, we begin.” My whole chest seized as I felt another presence within me. This time it was big, coiling and hungry, as if something inside my blood was waiting for commands.

"Yes! Kill her, my bloodthirsty little servant!" "Give her to me!" She could only turn to stare up at Nicholas again, her vision blurring and distorting as her head continued to swim. Battling between reality and unconsciousness. The vampire simply stared her down. Gazing at her drained and almost lifeless expression. Hearing those sluggish and slowing heartbeats. Her wheezing breaths. There was so much blood pooling somewhere close by. He could feel the potent scent of it. Its mouthwatering aroma. He wanted to slurp it. Lick every last single drop of it. It smelled so incredibly delicious. Unlike anything he'd ever smelt before.

So he nodded. “I will wait until your return,” he said. “I have a gift for you,” she said softly, just as hell broke loose in the entrance of his mansion. The yell of one of his vampires was heard as a woosh of brightness entered the pool room, three of his people turning to ash in seconds as a silver stake streaked through the air. “Mavery, you lied!!” came the yell of a woman in all black as she rushed forward, as another of his vampires trying to stop her entrance went down.