Novel & Cerita Vampire Graphic

But because of their heightened senses, Vampires can read human emotions by the sound of their heartbeats. Vampires can consume food and drink but at a cost. What goes in must come out. And because the intestines no longer process waste, it generally comes out in an "uncomfortable" way. Otherwise, food has little appeal to Vampires. Vampires continue to crave sex and relationships.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

The thick, tangled mess of hair covers parts of his face, making him appear more menacing than he already is. He runs his hand through those tangles, letting me see his glare in full. A small dribble of blood runs down the side of his head. The wound is deep and gruesome. It looks as if it should produce more blood than it is. “You’re bleeding?” I say with a barely audible shaky whisper. “Vampire 101, love, we tend to hold blood in areas that cannot be covered up. The head, neck, and hands remain seen by human eyes; therefore, blood accumulates there to keep one looking alive.” He looks at me with those devilish eyes.

I half chuckled “Leda. Just Leda, and it's perfect, thank you Mathias.” I pulled the first file toward me and flicked it open. The pages spilled out; several handwritten documents and black and white photographs of dying/dead figures; some of whom looked practically decomposed. I swallowed the bile that rose in my throat and closed my eyes. “Hence my concern Leda. These victims do not die quickly – it's horrific.” He quietly flicked the file closed. “Are there different levels of vampire then?” “What do you mean?” “You said those like the grey guy-”

A large table sat in the center, covered in maps, papers, graphs, and diagrams scattered like someone had been frantically working. The air smelled of old paper and something sharp, almost like blood. We crowded around the table, my eyes drawn to the strange drawings. The diagrams showed creatures,bhuman-like but wrong, with long fangs, or claws too sharp for any wolf. My breath caught as I read the handwritten notes: Hybridization Process: Wolf Blood Integration. Words like “vampire” and “Dracula strain” were scrawled everywhere, alongside charts about mixing wolf blood to create a hybrid, half wolf, half something monstrous.

Then, a powerful voice rang out across the battlefield: “Guys—don’t be shy. Grab yourselves a snack.” Harpies shrieked in horror as hundreds of vampires appeared from nowhere on the batterfiled. Unlike wolves, they could fly—fast, merciless, and hungry. Vampires pounced on harpies, piercing their skin with fangs to drink them dry. Piercing screams of harpies filled the air, and they rushed to leave the fight, trying to escape the death.

He folded back the scroll and picked up another. “This painting is from the winter apocalypse some years back. If you noticed, they look a lot bigger than the last. They fed on ox blood. There is a special ability that these Vampires have. Now, not only do they feed on just any kind of blood so please, but they can also adopt some of the physical traits from their victims. Like brute strength, immense speed and insanely good vision.” He dropped the scroll and kept on going.

Alright. “Sixth, the Gracas. Gracas is the type of vampire that can shapeshift. They can turn into an animal and anything, so be careful. They are dangerous when they happen to want to play or kill because they will do everything they want. They have green eyes. They are sometimes honest but mostly, they are the ones who start fights. And please, don't come near them," Great! Gracas are reprimands. I hope I could meet one. Just see look at how powerful they are.

I looked at my mate with my already green eye and we both charged towards him, I plucked my canine tooth on his neck at the left side while my mate plucked hers at the right side, we sucked his blood with no mercy, after we've sucked him dry, we left him and he fell helplessly to the ground. We glance at each other and laughed hysterically. Now we need to go home, my sister will be waiting for me likewise my mate too, her mother will be waiting for her. We left the helpless vampire and walked away, we were still walking and smiling victoriously to ourselves when we heard a grunting of an animal behind us, we thought it was another prey, but unfortunately, it was a vampire from the higher roy

Great, he was drunk! He stumbled out of the darkness, into the pale moonlight. He was, from what I could discern between the shadows covering his appearance, beautiful. He had thick, dark black hair which hung messily in his face and eyes the colour of gold which peered through his silky strands of hair. His sharp white fangs shone brilliantly in the light. He looked about eighteen, though, he could have been one hundred. Vampires aged up to a certain point and then they ceased to age entirely, preserving their youthful appearances for an eternity. There was, however, something familiar about this vampire. I knew I’d seen him before. I just... Could not quite place him. The dim forest wasn’t