Vampire From Twilight Name Novels & Stories

She thought and then flipped for the first page. She saw a plain paper, or maybe the ink used had faded already. In the next page there is only one clear writing, the date when the book was created. It says; 28/5/1665. She flipped it again, trying to read the faded ink until to the middle page. She shifted her weight from the bed into another position, for her not to feel numb. Echeverrea Vladiane the first woman vampire who built an empire in the Tantrana Forest, the forest near the Canagan area. She built it together with her husband Magus McNaire….

Nico just scoffed, "Believe me, Xander, I'm pretty sure you can lie out of this one, plus Layla may be a Bronwyn but she's not a genius." My brows furrowed as he said that. She must be the Lord's daughter. I didn't even know he had a daughter. "I heard my name!" An unfamiliar voice sang out. All three of us turned our heads to the left to see who said it. A blonde vampire strut towards us, smiling as we all looked at her. Xander quickly sat up straighter as she approached. I leaned back against Nico out of nervousness, but couldn't help but look over her features.

“There’s no such thing as a poison that can kill a vampire.” “Then what is it?” Moldark asked. “Vampire hunter’s blood.” Henry looked at Vincent’s body once again. “That girl, the one Vincent was chasing. Did Vincent drink her blood?” “I—I don’t know, sir.” “Who’s the girl? Do you remember her name or face?” Moldark looked up. “I only remember her last name.” A brief pause. “Windward.”

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

His red eyes narrowed in disbelief. “Who are you?” Vlador demanded as he stood beside Triana. The man wore a smile that matched his puzzled stare. “You are a vampire. I had no idea any lived out there.” He then glanced at Triana. “And more astonishingly, you are with a human girl.” “I asked, who are you?” Vlador reiterated. The man shifted to a friendlier smile. “My name is Dyan Verdonix.” Vlador’s eyes widened in shock. “You are from the Verdonix clan?”

"You are not a pure-blooded vampire, only a fraction of your blood contains vampire blood. That's why you managed to live for all those years like a normal human being. But the truth is, it was only suppressed and waiting to be activated. And it happened when Vienna's subordinate bit you. It was the vampire's venom that awakened the vampire blood in you. It was the reason why the transition took faster than usual because you were not a pure human in the first place." I couldn't bring myself to believe it. Are all of these really true? First, I turned into a vampire after I was bitten by Vienna's accomplice. Second, Dad, Mom, and Jaxon are dead. And third, this? That I was born with vampire b

Dean walks out of the trees, now fully dressed. "She is my mate, vampires. Do not even think about hitting on her, she is a werewolf and not into vampires. Do not even think about putting your filthy hands on her," Dean says. I am surprised I did not realize the creature before I was a vampire. "I am no ordinary vampire, and I am an original. My name is Vladimir. Keep yourself out of my business, werewolf. I am not afraid of you, and I can kill you with the snap of my finger," Vladimir says.

I knew the worry was for me. “It’s just us now, sweety pie,” I said softly, looking at the enemy army approaching the two of us. “Fancy finally meeting you before this final battle.” “This won’t be our last, Sunshine,” the vampire said. Wow, the darkly moody vampire called me Sunshine for a farewell. I quite liked it. I’d die with the memory of sunshine after I took down as many foes as possible. I bared my teeth at him in a half-grin and half-snarl. “Call me Phia. The hybrid vamwolf with magical power.”

“I wish I found out a different way. But I’m not going to judge anybody.” “That’s so good to hear,” she said with a kind smile, warming my heart. Then she sighed and her hand reached up and touched the mark on the back of her shoulder. “You were one too, weren’t you?” I asked, eyeing her carefully. She closed her eyes for a moment as if she was watching the memory flash through her eyes. Then, she nodded. “His name was Miguel,” she said slowly. “He was a rogue.” I gasped loudly. “You were a blood slave to a vampire rogue?!” I asked.

And far away, in the heart of the vampire capital, a circle of elders lit the old fire and whispered her name like a curse. Tatiana Sanguine. The heir. The key. The storm.