Romans & histoires Vampire Canines

Soft music played as we drove through the vampire community to the small town nearby that hosted all creatures of the night, not just vampires, werewolves and even witches. We pulled up to a small restaurant, the aroma that emanated from it was incredible. I smiled to Aiday who seemed confused, “I didn’t think vampires ate regular food?” I chuckled lightly, “Most don’t. Royal vampires can and so can half-breeds; it’s weird, I know but I also have to drink blood to stay strong. Half-breeds only have to drink blood every few months, my family needs to at least once a month.” she nodded, seeming to understand. We got out and went inside; I gave the hostess the name and she escorted us to a boot

I snatched a toast from Cassie's plate before dashing out the house. "Bye" I said and rushed out the house. I lived amongst werewolves, which mean I stayed for from the human world. Obviously the human's had no idea we existed. They all think we are a myth or something. There was only two kind of people who knew about our existence, the vampires and witches, but we never got across to one another, we all just stayed within our boundaries , we don't meet them, they don't meet us.

Not only were his upper and lower canines longer and sharper than a human's but so were his lateral incisors. He had a double set that dripped with venom, no doubt the chemicals his kind were known to have. They were drugs to some people. What would they feel like on me? I took in the rest of him, noting the wispy hair that was dyed a deep red, brushed to the side to cover one of his eyes. His medium-tan skin had quite a few bite scars on it, indicating he loved others indulging in him as well. I recalled vampires could bite each other frequently and did so, especially for either dominance or pleasure.

I let out a sigh and tried to console Sophie. “I don’t think you made a mistake. I am sure Bernardo will understand,” I tried to assure her even though I wasn’t so sure. The Crimson Moon, like all wolves around the world, hated Vampires. The hate was mutual because vampires hated wolves just as much. Being mated to a vampire could lead to one being banished from the pack. I haven’t heard of anyone that has been banished so far. Maybe because no one has been mated to a vampire until now.

I nod, writing down notes on the notepad she gave me. “Next are Vampires. A little different than those silly books you read. They can come out at night and do not in fact sparkle,” she giggles at me. “Also it’s Vamp-eer not Vapmire and they are primarily located in eastern Europe. They don’t have to drink blood, but must if they want to keep their Vampire abilities. Which are the ability to transform into a bat for flight and super strength and speed. Some of the oldest Vampires can also turn invisible. They remain at the age that they were transformed unless they are bred, which then they stop again at 21. And they also don’t die from old age. In order to get blood from their prey they can

This is the tale of the two bloodlines: the revered Originals and the eternally bound Turned. The Originals, known simply as 'vampires,' are the progenitors of the night, their bloodline pure and untainted by mortal fragility. These creatures of the dark possess a power so primal that it defies the natural order—they can walk under the sun, and can conceive life. An Original's womb can nurture an infant born of darkness, a being who will grow swiftly, their youth an intoxicating bloom that halts abruptly at the age of twenty. Yet, even as the centuries slip by like grains of sand through an eternal hourglass, these blood-sucking children of the night remain forever encased in the prime of th

“You’ve been gone too long and-” He didn’t let me finish and slammed something on my desk. A photo hit the desk, the papers Hessa had handed me scattering across my desk. I froze. The image was crude, grainy but unmistakable. A pair of fangs. Long, sharp, carved for piercing throats and spilling blood. Not owned by wolves nor humans. I have seen such a set of fangs before. It belongs to Vampyre. “News has been saying some stray dogs killed them, especially the effect of Virus meth. Your turned wolves were the culprit according to the slipped report,” he said.

Oscar put his forehead on hers while silently praying for their mate. "Shit." Adam mutter. Largo was warry about this and he growled to him as a warning, "Don't you ever dare come near here," He sealed Lilly from Adam's sight, but the man shook his head. "You already aware who I am. It is not me that you should worry about." Vampires, werewolves, and Lycans were some of mythical creatures that have speciality in sharper sense and dark sighter. Maybe because they were basically predators and nocturnal, they had the same abilities.

I didn’t want to make him sad. I was also left to think about myself. I needed to find a new mate. The nice thing about us vampires is that we could choose our own mates, if our given mates were not fitting or we got tired of waiting for them. We would have to do a blood bond by drinking each other's blood and then we were mated. The blood sharing would connect us and afterwards one wouldn't even be able to tell us apart from true mates. The only thing was that we could not have children with our self-chosen mates.