Vampire Manhua Novels & Stories

But was he strong enough to dent two motorcycles with only his hands? I felt like this research was starting to drive me crazy. I could hardly wrap my mind around all the stories I’ve been reading. Most of the pictures were similar to one another with the same wounds on their necks and pale white as the clouds. It was like whoever had done this had drained these people of every last drop of blood. Opening a new document, I began writing a new short story. A story about a charming vampire seducing a young girl. In the end, the girl becomes a vampire and began “hunting” in the city with the male protagonist.

Boss complete Man sentence. Jonathan let out a low chuckle. "Well then Type will be pleased to know that his big sister will never leave this world. And don't worry your Queen will be not devasted because of me. We see now family Boss so you really need to believe me" Man took a step back in surprise. "You would make her into a vampire—"

I asked, making sure that he could be seen in my peripherals. He seemed confused by my question. I took that opportunity to further elaborate, less I start staring at him again. "Well, she obviously lied to Xander that she wasn't feeling well even after she was, and then she lied to both of you about her having a stomach ache." Still, he looked confused. "What?" He asked. I turned my head to meet his gaze. Not anything else, just his gaze. "Can't vampires tell if a human is lying?" I asked. He thought for a moment, finally understanding what I wanted to have answered.

She believed sometimes knowledge and curiosity would put someone's life at risk and she didn't want to drag anyone along with her crazy obsession about supernatural beings. With her secret collection, she knew that the prominent kind residing with humans were vampires. They were categorized in three categories. Pureblooded were those who were born as vampires with parents who were both vampires, they were the strongest. Turned vampires, humans who went through transition. And half-vampires, those who were fruits of the union of vampires and humans.

He looked at me with disappointment. "How many times would I have to tell you this Amaya, I would never in my life hurt you." "How am I even supposed to stick with that when I don't even know your name?" "Faire enough." He chuckled. "My name is Damon." Damon, that's a nice name. Wait a damn minute. "Damon Salvatore?" I questioned. Even though they looked nothing alike, I couldn't help myself from asking. I mean what a coincidence this was. Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon.

I shuddered, my knees almost buckling. He brought those fingers to his lips. I gripped his hand and stopped him before he could put them into his mouth. His fingers were tinted pink with my wetness. The tears, the semen, the wetness between my legs—what we Vampires accept as natural is something I'm not so sure wouldn't thoroughly disgust a human. "Paul, I'm a Vampire," I said. "What makes my body wet is blood." He smiled. "It's okay. I'm a Werewolf. It's what I eat."

Dan said, so I quickly looked away. So he was no longer a v*rgin when he met me? Oh, no! I hope he doesn't have any diseases like AIDS! Wait, do vampires even get those diseases? "Why do you look like that? Sorry, but I'm a vampire, and we don't get those things, so we're safe, so you don't have to worry. Also, I swear to you, I will not be able to find someone like you," Dan said, and he smirked at me and leaned his face toward me.

Vampire locked his neck even tighter, and it cause’ the man’s fellow to step closer toward the two of them, at the time they were about to attack Levi, but the man hung his hand and stopped his men. “Easy, boys, we’re not ruthless! Let me have a little chit-chat with this guy” He laughed softly, mocking Mr. Vampire who still wrapping his neck. “Tell me the price!” The man shouted; his saliva splashed on Levi’s face. The rage which was still on his neck run speedily to his head right away, Mr. Vampire punched the man in the face, causing the man to push backward, but he never fall; the moment after that, the fight begins.

The white paled skin man that she hit picked her up from the ground and hung her up in the air with just one hand. Raven kept on screaming but there was nobody to come to her rescue, the white paled skin man suddenly opened his mouth and two long fangs suddenly grew out of his mouth as he was approaching Raven's neck. " Vampires are not meant to exist" that was the thought that was going through Raven's mind as she was about to be sucked dry by the vampire.

I gulped down my fear, straining my neck to see behind him, to see if I was in a room so I could shout for help. The door closed with a shut and my eyes snapped up to the Manuel that they had been going on about. Was he a vampire? He didn't look like one, for one thing his skin was gloomy and pasty, like it was full of dead cells. His hair wasn't glossy or exuberating the radiance that most vampires did. Then he smiled and I saw his fangs and the fear tripled in my chest. He was a vampire and he was going to drain me of my blood.