Novel & Cerita Vampire Fanart

Kat left, and Tyler took the seat that she had vacated. "Please have a seat," Monica said to the two. They were both vamps. I opened the folder. The two vamps stared at the crucifix around my neck and dropped teeth. I stared at them. One was a tall thin, slick-dressed man. He reminded me of a pimp. His hair was dark and tied behind him in a long ponytail. The other was small and looked like a weasel. What criteria did Masters use when turning vamps? These two looked like two-bit thugs.

“She’s just dedicated. Maybe too dedicated.” Izzy watched as the maid disappeared down the hall, her expression unreadable. Behind her, Kimmelly exhaled slowly. “Mission failed,” she whispered. Izzy smirked, eyes never leaving the retreating figure. “Not yet.” She stood and moved to the far end of the room, where large framed artworks lined the walls. Her fingers trailed lightly over the edge of an ornate frame. The first painting caught her attention immediately. A vampire. Ancient. Strong. His eyes were piercing, his expression trapped between agony and something far worse. The plaque beneath the frame was carved in a language Izzy barely recognized.

As the elder continues chanting, faint wisps of smoky tendrils begin to rise from the remnants of the case. Then, suddenly, an image flickers in the air above them—a vision forming out of the smoky tendrils. It’s hazy at first, but then Nyx can make out shifting shapes, dark trees, rocky cliffs, and then a figure in a cloak, moving quickly through a shadowed forest. “That’s_” Nyx whispers, her heart pounding. The figure’s movements are too smooth, too swift—it has to be one of the vampires. The image shifts again, focusing on the vampire’s hands as he clutches the artifact tightly, the faintly glowing object casting eerie shadows across his face. His expression is filled with a dark, triumph

but found many drawing. Which she saw in many anime and dramas , movies...didn't in real life because it's some face with sharp Feng...she mumbled one thing that time "Vampire" ...it's the document on Vampire by his dad where he drew some faces with fengs and many death body's details....from that time her one and only mission to know about vampires ...till now she collected many evidence but couldn't prove clearly ... Currently she collected some death of girls who were on secrative mission...in some days of secrative disguise in many bars at night she found some relatable information...those girls were under in one group which name was V.H.

They don’t crave power, power craves them. Virelai (VEER-uh-lye) – Artists of death and decadence, Virelai vampires are known for their passion, charm, and sadism. They throw the best parties and the deadliest duels. To love a Virelai is to dance on the edge of a blade. Corvax (KOR-vaks) – Stoic and militaristic, Corvax vampires serve as enforcers of the old blood laws. Loyal to tradition and bound by honor, they breed warriors, executioners, and kingslayers.

The professor ambled back to the lectern. “Vampires are thought to be models of physical perfection,” he said to the class. “Fast, strong, handsome or beautiful. And by and large, much of that seems to be true. But there are stories that every now and then, something goes awry in the transmission process when a victim is bitten. The result of such an occurrence is a flawed creature, without the powers of a true vampire. Vampires have a name for such a creature—grafhym. The chief marker for a grafhym, it is said, is one fang instead of two.”

He reached the library and closed the door behind him. There, alone among the books, he allowed himself to breathe. The scotch decanter was still where he remembered it. He poured a finger's worth, didn't drink it. Instead, he opened the manila folder on the desk. Inside were recent surveillance photos. His men had taken them over the last few days. One showed the vampire near the paddocks. Female. Blonde. Pale enough to blend with the mist. Her eyes were ringed in red when the infrared filter was applied.

Of course, I blushed again. “Rai, Kat. Check this one out,” she told us as the next picture appeared. “Wow..” I said with wonder. It was the one where I pretended to be a vampire. Nat made it into black and white as she did to all the other pictures, but she added blood on my lips and chin. And two bloodied punctured marks on Rai’s neck. The blood was color-popped, and so were my eyes; they were red in color. “Wow, Nat..” I said again.

“According to vampire folklore the physical signs of a vampire is by their pale skin, an absence of a reflection in mirrors, fangs and red glowing eyes. Vampire, also spelled vampyre, in popular legend, a creature, often fanged, that preys upon humans, generally by consuming their blood.”

She swallowed hard and I could see the fear in her eyes. “You…” she breathed, staring at me like she had seen a ghost. She rose her trembling hand and pointed directly at me. “You’re … you’re a vam…vamp…vampire!!”