Novel & Cerita Vampire Charm

No, Baba, please, Baba, don't do this to me, I am your daughter too, please, Baba. ****** Name of King Elam in Vampire Word ... People trembled with fear because of the headlines in his eyes all the time, which made him even more frightening. His silence was mysterious. Everything was done at his beck and call. People were amazed at his appearance. He was unparalleled in beauty. Girls were just toys for him. She was a very beautiful and delicate girl. She was barely seventeen years old. Her resistance had given him a strange relief. He called the guard inside through the intercom. Who was now waiting for the order with his head bowed?

The garden had been heavily shaded when we’d toured it the day before, so I assumed he could be out during the day, just not in direct sunlight. “No, it’s so people can’t see in. Even wolves and other vampires have a hard time identifying faces through an obstruction like that. The sun doesn’t actually affect me at all. It would have, but several generations ago, the vampri found favor with the soul witches, who bestowed generational protection charms. Any vampri we make, or spawn, will receive the imprint of the charm, protecting them from the sun.” “Well, that’s convenient, what about garlic?” Heleos side eyed me as he pulled down the long, winding driveway.

"And if you need proof of whether your charm works or not, just look at Ash. He is completely under your spell." A thick blush crept onto my cheeks, even though I didn't think it was true. Ash was a powerful vampire, a noble, and the rightful king. He was wealthy beyond my imagination, and his looks could possibly strike women in every realm. Next to him, I felt more like Cinderella, but one without a Fairy Godmother and glass slippers. I had no complaints against the slippers, though; with all my luck, they could be even less comfortable than those stilettos.

“But this was not enough for the most fearful and blood-hungry of the humans. They found ways to sniff out and murder the shape-changing Haunt whenever they could. One of their best weapons was a human mutation they called a charmer. A charmer was always a woman, and she had a special gift; a pheromone that drove the Haunt male wild with lust for her, causing him to lose control of his very will.” Andrea smiled, but it faded as he went on soberly, “These women were used by warlords and a powerful cult to hunt down the Haunt. Once they had a male in their possession, the charmer used her gift to force information out of him, discovering the location of his family.

Humans are, in the eyes of vampires, a weak and defenseless species. The blonde girl leaned on Galvin's chest, she showed a deadly charm to Galvin, her face was as beautiful as a goddess, her figure was proportionate, her three rounds were precise, her breasts were full. Long slender legs wrapped around Galvin's hips. She was the only one who dared approach Galvin. “Mr. Galvin, do you want to use my body for comfort?” Charming girl said. Galvin opened his eyes, and the woman beside him smiled seductively. She slowly took off her shirt, her naked body appeared in front of Galvin. She knew Galvin had just lost a sex slave, and if she could satisfy him, her life would be easier.

I wanted to grow. “Sebastian has never shown interest in anyone at court, and now to have a blood bond with a gifted vampire.” And she took the bait. I loved being devious. It took so little effort to manipulate others to do my dirty work. “A vampire that can freeze time.” She looked up at me. “Do you think if she were strong enough, Sarah could freeze an entire army or everyone in the castle if she wanted to?” “With the way Sebastian has been pushing her. I think she is stronger than we know.”

Of shit, I died and went to hell. "Far from it," the soothing voice beckoned me as I stood. I wore a deep crimson dress, one fit for a vampire's mate in some sort of dark Victorian romance. My hand traced the intricate designs, feeling the tiny ribbons of gold threading and the long sheer sleeves of the dress. My finger pricked something too sharp, and my finger began to bleed. Before I could panic, the blood that had slipped between my finger stopped and the scratch healed.

AVA'S POV “For a queen you are, you're getting a bit too comfortable with these humans,” Rowan whispered, his breath tickling my skin and his voice husky and laced with a hint of warning. My gaze narrowed, eyes flashing red with a hint of danger as I took in his words. “And what makes you think so, my love?” I purred, my voice dripping with sweetness as my fingers trailed his bare chest down below to his hard member. Of course we were lying naked in all our glory, skin flawless yet had a pale color to it, and this was absolutely normal being vampires.

It was because time decided to slow down the second time I twirled her, giving my body time to overtake my mind once again and decide that I was going to dip her. It was because of how she gracefully hooked her hands behind my neck, like she was the master of an art that she had never tried before. And that smile. That damn smile she gave me. That damn perfect smile. That's where I lost it. I let out a deep sigh, turning the water down to its coolest temperature. I've been on this earth for over four centuries and never have I once felt something like that in regards to someone else. Vampires are greedy creatures. We see something that we want and we take it. That's just how we work.

The idea that a virtual stranger could do that to her, could make her nearly frantic with need, did not please her. Maybe there’s something in the air, she thought suspiciously, taking a discrete sniff. Maybe it’s not me at all, but something to do with that thing he calls me. What was it, a charmer? Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, she asked, “What is this charmer business about, anyway?” He looked at her; obviously surprised she would choose to speak to him. He took a moment to answer. “A charmer makes men want her. It’s the special pheromone she produces that makes the Haunt male wild.”