Novel & Cerita Vampire Magnus

"What?" Magnus leaned in, his lips a breath away from my ear. "If you sacrifice yourself to me, I’ll spare you the five million dollars." I froze. His words were like electricity through me. I jerked away from him in response, shaking my head violently. "No. I would rather make a deal with the devil than a lust-driven werewolf like you." Magnus’s smirk vanished. His eyes were beginning to darken. "Then prepare to suffer," he said simply.

“Elizabeta was a beauty as you are, with raven locks and piercing blue eyes. The whole town thought she would marry the laird at the time. Magnusson is a royal by birth, born to the Queen and King of the Isle. He was and is handsome, would catch any woman’s eye. The bigger issue here is that he was not human. He is a pure blood vampire, meaning he is a born vampire. His grandparents were turned, then his parents. He in turn then turned Craven. “They were royal before and after, it was not unheard of back then. The marriage was arranged without your knowledge. When you meet him, you told him the truth that your heart was for another. Magnusson would not have this and would have turned you tha

We all turned toward Alex, who was completely red at this point. Fur had sprouted from beneath the neckline of his shirt, and peeked out from his long sleeves, covering his hands and fingers which were now tipped with claws. He turned toward the naked man, gave him an evil glare that would likely put mine to shame, and in a calculated and commanding, baritone voice said, “Hugo Bernardi, I hereby banish you from the Pine Forest Pack, and you are fucking lucky that is all I am doing to you.” The naked man nodded his trembling chin, terror in his eyes. He quickly gathered all of his clothes with shaky hands and bolted out of the packhouse. As he ran past us, the scent of a rogue exuded from his

"He said she was involved." "See, vampires have this thing called thrall. We can take over and control the mind of another. Technically we all can do it, but it takes a lot of practice and it's really only the older ones that can do it. Mother is exceptionally good at it." "And she does it do Isaac?" "I shouldn't be telling you this. We should be focusing on the issue at hand, which is getting you ready. You've got a lot of competition, and I can't have my work insulted publicly."

Though someone may have complained about the lack of vitality. However, something unexpected hit Dante when one day, a woman came to his door with a child claiming that he was his father. There was no way that Dante would admit it because he didn't believe in women anymore when his mother left, not to mention the pure pleasure from fresh. But the DNA test left him speechless. The woman asked for quite a lot of money and left without any hesitation, she was soon gone again as if she never appeared. If it wasn't because of the child standing lively in front of him, Dante would consider all this as a dream, a nightmare. He tried to figure out how he and the woman had the child but all he got wa

Damien was a face that was very familiar to the royal side, but the woman next to him was someone no one in the kingdom had ever seen. And as soon as Damien and Ginny stepped into the main hall of the kingdom, the eyes of all those present were unstoppable. All eyes were on Damien and Ginny. "So the traitor has finally arrived," said Leonte Aur Vigoldi, one of the remaining nine noble class vampires, including Daniel. Leonte is a noble class vampire who has dominion in San Francisco. His ability is to make body clones. Even though it looked like a rather troublesome ability to deal with, but of course Damien would easily defeat him, no matter how many times Leonte cloned his body.

"I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had survived from her ability before, so no doubt that the werewolf is dead by now." I couldn't move. Anger rushed through my veins and I felt like I was a

He ran breathlessly, only longing to reach the castle. They arrived at a Cascade: aquarium-blue and filling the air in their space with goodness. They had some rest, only then did he notice that Alpha Marcus had already passed out. He increased his pace until an ancient castle came into view. The castle was tall like skyscrapers having over ten floors in it. It was fortified with thick metallic walls roundabout it. This fortification was meant to destroy any vampire that attempts to come into their territory.

Her eyes then bulged at the sight of me, the sound of a gasp entering her lips before she looked at Xander. That was the last thing I saw before he closed the door, cutting off most of the light that was entering into the room. I could barely see anything more than three feet ahead of me. I took a long shaky breath as I turned towards Xander, freezing under his suddenly confident gaze. His mossy green eyes shone through the dark as all vampires eyes did. His familiar grin made a quick appearance, instinctively making me take a step back. The slim hope I had of those files even existing quickly disappeared.

His fingers dug into the stone floor, his breathing ragged. “Magnus!” Aria tried to get closer, but Derek pulled her back. Then Magnus looked up, and her heart nearly stopped. His irises were no longer their usual shade. They burned with unnatural black and violet hues, swirling like a storm. His skin darkened in places, veins pulsating beneath the surface. It wasn’t just corruption. It was becoming him. Derek unsheathed his sword. “Magnus, fight it.” Magnus’s head tilted slightly, his expression eerily blank. “Fight what?” His voice sounded layered—his own, but with something else beneath it. Something deeper.