Vampire Goddesses Mga Nobela at Kwento

My eyes widened at his words. "What is going to happen if a vampire and human falls in love?" "Why, it's against the rules between vampires and humans, darling," He gripped my waist tightly and continued "If the vampires council finds out that one of their kind had actually fallen in love with a-" "But then what's a keeper for?" I cut him off in panic. "They're for giving birth to vampires kids . Alex of all people should know that." He pulled back to see my shocked expression. "After all, he made those rules in the first place." Zack chuckled softly before guiding me further away from the crowd.

(Doris' POV) My eyes met with the strongest vampire King and my lips twitched. Though he tried to mask his fears, it was still written over his face. He must be wondering how we got through Reya and the other Purebred vampires, but nobody dare mess with the Goddess of War, I'll always be available to give them their responses. “How dare you look me in the eyes?” He growled as if to threaten me, but I stood firm. “I can look you in the eyes because I can....... We all can.” My arms spread out, referring to my warriors and the Reapers.

She scoffed at my announcement, "Mate, you say. That human cannot be your mate Damian. Do not be delusional" "The instincts, the attraction says otherwise", I argued. High Queen sighed, "Damian, being attracted or having craving for their blood doesn't always mean that you are mates. Vampires by nature crave human blood more than any other creature's blood because human blood is like nectar to our palates". She closed her eyes as if she was reminiscing something similar although I was aware that she had abstained from drinking human blood decades ago. Most of us followed her footsteps and I wanted to say that I had never felt this type of craving in my entire life. I never really had any inc

“And you call me a disgrace.” Taliesin glared at Adolph, “Morrigan’s evil corrupted and stole more than you can ever imagine… More than we thought could ever be regained until Eden returned to us… A true daywalker.” “A… daywalker?” Laurel asked. “Vampires and werewolves are children of the lunar goddess–” “Blasphemy!” Someone cried, “The goddess would never–” “Quiet,” Laurel said, glaring at the man who spoke. He clenched his jaw and seethed quietly.

My hand trembles on the hilt of my sword, my vision narrowing as I feel the crushing weight of it all. Then, suddenly, warmth brushes my hand—a fleeting but deliberate touch that spreads through me like wildfire. The tension in my body melts away, replaced by a surge of energy so potent it’s like I just chugged a dozen energy drinks in one go. My vision sharpens, and the fear that threatened to consume me dissipates, leaving behind clarity and focus. I glance around and see the vampires licking their lips, their ravenous eyes locked on the Moon Goddess. Realization hits me like a freight train. Of course. They’re here for her power. The Moon Goddess is limitless—a beacon for creatures like t

Durga was silent below the surface, but Jaiyana felt her presence. “Jaiyana, the goddess reborn,” sneered an older vampire from across the table. “It was a pretty light show you made a few minutes ago.” Jaiyana felt the hair on her arms rise at his tone, the weight of every gaze pressing in on her. She turned slowly to meet his stare, her jewel pulsing faintly at her throat.

Looking entirely too pleased about something. “Did you have a good night?” “The goddess of all werewolves came to me in a dream.” One corner of her lips tipped up at me. “I know, she told me.” I was blinded by surprise. “The goddess spoke to you as well?” Nyssandra laughed, snorted, then giggled. “I’m an oracle. I talk to the Gods and Goddesses all the time. We’re friends.” She sat up. “Although they like to hold back information just to keep me on my toes.”

Not a sphere of stone and light, but a living thing—silver veins pulsing beneath translucent skin, phases rotating slowly within her like a heartbeat. Beneath her glow stands a throne carved of night and bone. Upon it sits the Vampire Goddess. She is beautiful in the way storms are beautiful—terrible, controlled, eternal. Her skin is dark as spilled wine, her eyes red and gold and endless. Crowns of obsidian curve back from her temples like sharpened wings. Between them— Me. Whole. Unwounded. Still burning. I laugh, sharp and broken. “So this is it.” The Moon Goddess tilts her head, light shifting. Not yet, she says, voice echoing inside my bones rather than my ears.

Thea said. “Vampires worship the goddess Nyx,” Amethyst said, her eyes locking on Thea’s. “Nyx made many things, among them the Keres. There are many descriptions of them and many origin stories. Who knows what the truth is? It probably doesn’t matter. They were described very much like newborn vampires. Drawn to bloody, violent deaths on battlefields, they feasted on the dead and sent their souls to hell.” Amethyst’s deep brown eyes went to Xavier again like she was trying to sense something in him. She looked at Thea before continuing.

She struggles with the smells of so many creatures, as she is too new in the vampyr world. From a distance, quietly present, I see our Moon Goddess walking slowly to us, and the vampyr God is right next to her. “They are both going to be present? That’s awkward…” I turn to look at Xavier and shake my head at him with a smile. “Our Moon Goddess is blessing this union as a representative from our race… Then Amra represents the Angels. The Vampyr God is here because he is her partner. Nothing there is awkward…” I chuckle. Zana elbows him and I almost laugh as he zips his mouth to please his mates.