Novel & Cerita Vampire Brothers New Orleans

After one hour he got back and sat down next to me. " So why did you claim to be Bethany's older brother?" I asked. " It's none of your business okay." He said and I wished I could just smack him hard right now. " How come you wished to smack me when you're the annoying one in the room? You're so pathetic." He said and I glared at him. " How did you manage to read minds? According to stories I've read only vampires and werewolves actually read minds. Are you one? Cause New Orleans can be really surprising at times."

“What happened here?” Nyx scoffed, uttering no words as she raked her fingers through her hair when he hurried towards her direction. He shrugged her to her feet, lifting the thin fabric she had on. His hands trailed her flesh the very moment his body undulated and wisps of darkness shrouded his countenance. “Fuck. I smell vampire. My brother was here, wasn’t he?” “What do you think?” She rasped. “I was a fool to think that you could provide me any form of sanctuary. When in truth, your brother also has you wrapped around his fingers.”

It's time for action and destruction. The Vampire Brothers will renew for a second series. The second series will be titled: The Salvador Legacy. The story of the first Lycanthropes to walk the earth. More action, more mystery, more thriller, more adventure, and more erotica and steamy scenes. Brace yourselves. —_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_— Author's note. Hey, lovelies. We have come so far in The Vampire Brothers series and I'm happy to announce that the first book; The O'Connor Bloodline, has been completed. The second book will be coming out before the end of next year.

I will give him more than he bargains for. I go to my new home, a plain suburban affair. It is furnished. Quickly, not breaking a sweat, I move most of the furniture into the garage. Then I retire to the master bedroom, draw all the shades, and lie down on the hard wooden floor and close my eyes. The sun has drained my strength, I tell myself. But as I doze off I know it is also the people I have met this day that have cut deep into me, where my iron blood flows like a black river over the cold dust of forgotten ages, dripping onto this green world, onto the present, like the curse of the Lord himself. I hope to dream of Krishna as I fall asleep, but I do not. The devil is there instead. Yak

CHAPTER 133 BLOODLINE In the Vampire society, there was a structured hierarchy, and its helm was the enigmatic Count Lysander, who had arrived in New Orleans from a distant land centuries ago. He was the one, who had overseen the growth of the vampire kingdom within the city, guiding his immortal subjects through the epochs of change, the adaptation to the evolving world whilst maintaining the essence of their timeless existence. The French Quarter provided the vampires with the perfect cover, a place where the night concealed their true natures. It was the place for them.

Geneviève greeted me as I arrived. My dad got up to kiss my cheek. “Hey, sweetie, you’re looking well. Are the kids doin’ okay?” “Yeah, the girls are sleeping better, and Blaze is looking forward to school,” I told him. Dad flashed a proud smile, glad that we were doing fine. I settled into my seat and placed my purse on my lap. I always did that when I was feeling anxious, just needing something to hold on to. Geneviève leaned in so she could whisper in my ear. “My brother met with the Luna last night. She almost got ripped to pieces by vampires. They’re here, Gia. Get ready for war because it’s going to happen any day now.”

** The vampire hunters called themselves the Silver Syndicate. Founded in New Orleans right after the civil war ended—1865 or 1866, Jonathan wasn't too sure on the exact date. At first, their sole purpose was to hunt down any abominations against God—witches, werewolves, vampires, what have you. Then the vampire epidemic began to worsen (coincidentally, after Marie Laveau's death in 1881). People went missing, ravaged bodies were found by riverbanks and in alleyways and people reported mysterious "human bite marks" on their necks. That's when the Silver Syndicate became dedicated to the eradication of those infected with vampirism. And quickly, their membership began to grow.

He looked composed and calm, narrowing his eyes at her, he didn't say a word. Her eyes. They were too captivating. Too rare, and for the first time Vampire king did want someone to keep staring in his eyes. _____________________________________ I'll be pasting the warnings in the coming chapter related to the story's genre and the contents inside. This is about Vampires, supernatural away from humans, so I'll be making them way more brutal and animalistic then my normal dark romance books, so be ware and better read my warnings first. Till the next adios

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.

He asked for his butler who was standing aside and watching his master to speak first. "List of the attacks happened within the Period of one month and it's shocking to know that there were many casualties by their attacks. One thing was more gruisome and terrifying to me was, that when these murders, i preferably say at the same time. Hardly much time left for a vampire to kill seven different humans at one time." "They have increased in numbers, but how? Are they trying necromancing?" Alaric remained on his side. "I am afraid that would be possible for an extinct vampire. They were brought back to dead somehow." Said the butler, Jonathan. "Damn, whitmores'!!…" Alaric hissed loudly.