Romans & histoires Vampire Eric True Blood

When they reached the table, they both bowed. “My Lord, grant me leave to murder him,” Axel gritted out. I stared at him, nearly losing my calm facade. Axel was usually the most collected of men. He acted on logic, and I was certain he knew that slaying Silas now would end poorly; I would be the primary suspect. “What occurred?” I asked gently. Axel looked to his mate and ushered her to sit. Her stomach was swollen, reminding me that Vera was with child. Vampires do not procreate easily, so it was a great joy when we discovered her pregnancy.

she said confused while looking at me. "Maybe it's not working?" I said to her, questioningly. "That's impossible. I mean, I've treated many people whose wounds were deeper than yours, but they disappeared immediately," she said. "How did that happen?" I asked, confused. "I do not know. I'll just ask Grandma later, the important thing is that your blood is no longer flowing," she answered. We turned to Knox's when we heard someone shout. My eyes widened when I see the two vampires lying on the ground and slowly turning into ashes. Knox grabbed the neck of the vampire who was already up in the air and trying to get out of Knox's grip.

Solis whined in his head as he tried to force the transformation but Luke knew if he did that Eris would only see it as a continued act of aggression. “Eris, please. The fight is over. You won!” He called out through the heavy rain. As he shouted the words a blur of movement caught his eye. Just behind Eris’ massive for there were pale streaks weaving through the trees. “Vampires.” He growled. Only, Eris didn’t care what he said. All he heard was the growl. More aggression. The fake submission was the last straw.

However, I don't want to look at those files, not right now. I slump onto the sofa in my office, resting my head back. "Eric, I need blood." My breath starts to wheeze, unintentionally. Typically, this effect surfaces after a week, not five days. "You said—" "Please," I cut him off before he reminds me of my 'diet.' Eric is Alice's former butler from Russia, but he was once human. After I turned him, he started working for me. In my entire existence, I've only turned two humans, and I've never regretted turning Eric. I granted him full trust, and in return, he never disappointed me. In this world, perhaps only Eric, Greg, and Alice could kill me.

He takes a step back and then regains his composure. He is a vampire! Earlier he was either trying to read my mind or compel me. Why didn't he? Why didn't it work? I have no choice but to accept it. “Fine, point proven.” Well, fuck, they are real! I only assumed it was a possibility based on my research, but now I'm in the room with two vampires and a guy who could be a werewolf. Also, why am I not afraid? Why am I curiously aroused? Eric breaks my thoughts, “I am a vampire, too, as was my wife.”

I don't remember having a sacred book with me. Hold on. Could it be the book that I thought belonged to my mom? "It's the book you almost destroyed," he informed me. Oh, maybe that's why he texted me to not tear it up. At that time I was so confused and thought he was a stalker. Little did I know he was actually a blood-sucking demon. Or was he? "Since you're a vampire, do you drink blood?" I asked because from what I know, they're always thirsty for blood and he hasn't shown any sign of that.

Eric lifted his glass and took a sip, strong stench of red wine rejuvenated his mind. “Check her life style in America, her friends, acquaintances, everything. Active your spies in the Vampire Kingdom too. I want a list of all unmated vampires.” Beta Noah bowed his head and left. Eric abandoned his glass and emptied the bottle in one go. “Sooner or later, I am gonna kill that MF. No one will separate us ever again!”

She struggled to comprehend the gravity of the situation and the implications of a vampire seeking out Sergeant Chriswell. "And what information did he have to give you?" she finally managed to ask, her voice a mere whisper. "He told me that the one whom I'm in search of is much closer to me than I had imagined," he replied, his voice tinged with a sense of urgency. "I was so scared that I didn't even know what he was speaking of, but he made himself clearer. He said he was referring to the one responsible for the death in the X Fang Bar... Eric Damian. He said he knew I was in search of him and that he knew who he was and what he is. He is a vampire, just like himself, but a more vicious an

She frowned and then took another drink of her beer. “I bet that you spent your days making voodoo dolls of the Lycan Kings and Queens and stick pins in them!” This came from Eric who also worked in the kitchen. He had a darkness to him and had a rather interesting taste in dark humour. He was funny most of the time but somehow managed to take some of his jokes a little too far.

“I’m warning you, if you close your mouth and reject my blood, you will die and you will never get to see your beloved son again. But if you drink it, we’ll not only get to save time. We’ll also get to save your comrades and the remaining patients downstairs. Do you understand?” Eric nodded and bit my palm. I closed my eyes as I felt his sharp fangs. I leaned against the wall for a while as I struggle to catch my breath. When I glanced at my wristwatch, it was almost one in the morning. My body could only hold out for a bit more. “My lady, I don’t know how to begin to thank you.” I opened my eyes and stared at Eric. I will remember him from now on as the knight who talks a lot during special