Vampire Bl Manhwa Novels & Stories

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

The thick, tangled mess of hair covers parts of his face, making him appear more menacing than he already is. He runs his hand through those tangles, letting me see his glare in full. A small dribble of blood runs down the side of his head. The wound is deep and gruesome. It looks as if it should produce more blood than it is. “You’re bleeding?” I say with a barely audible shaky whisper. “Vampire 101, love, we tend to hold blood in areas that cannot be covered up. The head, neck, and hands remain seen by human eyes; therefore, blood accumulates there to keep one looking alive.” He looks at me with those devilish eyes.

These vampires were nothing but scum, and that would be how I would treat them. “Berus, take her to the dungeon, and dispose of this witch's body, would you?” Commanded Vincent as the vampires turned to leave, their movements echoing their own belief they were greater than any other being. They left the room, almost gliding across the floor, their feet barely seeming to touch the stone. The Phantomhive’s were dangerous, more so than I had anticipated, I hadn't expected them to kill Blanche; I had hoped they would see use in her, but she wasn’t what they had wanted. I was. Yet why? Why did they want me? Yes, I was a sunlight witch, and that came with a great power, though that didn’t mean I w

It is clear that he is of red-Indian descent “A vampire can stand the light if the sun is almost down as it is now,” Shaman Khelben said, looking around, wondering where this vampire was. “Gina?” Prince Mano called out, looking around. “Mano, get back into the house, I think Gina might just be the enchantress that has put a spell on you,” Shaman Khelben said, on guard. “She drank my blood, look,” Prince Mano pointed at his throat. “There are no marks on your skin, get inside,” Shaman Khelben said, getting inside himself.

The ear piercing scream of a woman floods the air, the crackling thunder above barely concealing the banshees scream. Immediately I head towards her, she didn't see me coming for if she did she would have ran away. Stepping behind her I wrap my hand around her throat, my fingers cutting deep into her flesh. She gasps and grips my wrist trying to pry my hand off of her. I just laugh in her ear like a complete psychopath, the vicious glint in my icy electrifying blue eyes petrifying the vampire. I look at her, watching her eyes as I dig my fingers deeper, and in one quick pull I ripped her throat out. Enjoying the blood curdling gargle right before her eyes drained of life and she fell to the

The game ended abruptly when she bared her razor-sharp fangs and sank them deep into his jugular. "Argh! It hurts! Stop it!" Lamia ignored his pleas, draining his life force with rhythmic gulps. The man screamed, but he was pinned; the vampire’s strength was an immovable force. His body convulsed, his eyes rolling back until only the whites showed. Within moments, he went limp, bled dry. As his corpse collapsed to the floor, Lamia stood over him, daintily licking the crimson remnants from her lips. "What a strange man. He practically begged for me to bite him!" she remarked.

I am the future queen of the lycans and this vampire was blocking my path to my mate. The vampire’s eyes widened as I lunged, my movements a blur of silver light. He swung his blade, but I was faster now, the new magic enhancing my abilities. My jaws clamped down on his sword arm, and I heard the satisfying crunch of bone. He hissed in pain, lashing out with his other hand. I felt a sharp, burning sensation as his dagger found its mark, sinking deep into my shoulder. But even as blood matted my fur, I refused to let go. He twisted his blade in me and I released his arm, rearing up on my hind legs. I was now towering over him, did I grow? His eyes were wide as I brought my full weight down. M

He chuckled all of a sudden. “Teasing him is an old habit I don’t want to stop, Serena.” I crossed my arms and tsked. “You guys would fit well in a BL story.” “What’s a BL?” he quickly inquired. “Boys Love,” I answered. That placed him in a fit of laughter. It was so profound that I found it unsuitable for his dark, gloomy, and dangerous vampire lord vibe. “That may be true but we are men, Serena. Not boys,” he finally remarked.

Before power taught him indifference. “Vampire bonds are not like wolf bonds,” I say quietly. “They are not merely fate.” “They are an obsession,” Maereth agrees. “Madness. Devotion sharpened into a weapon.” “They consume,” I whisper. “They do not care who they destroy along the way.” Maereth studies me. “And this one is worse.” “Yes.” My voice hardens. “Because it is tied to someone who will not break.” The girl—V. Hybrid. Fire-blooded. Stubborn as sin.

Samson called out, and when the two rich men turned around, two handkerchiefs soaked in anesthetic landed on their faces. In just a blink of an eye, they completely lost consciousness, falling into the arms of two handsome vampires. In a split second, the two unlucky men were brought back into the car by two vampires. The two invitation cards also left the old owner and flew into the hands of the new owner. - Take a nap. The girl's brother did not want the two of you to become his brother-in-law. – Harvey closed the car door and winked at Samson. - Let's go.