Vampire Mlp Novels & Stories

This someone has been forgetten back then, this someone destroyed me before. But today, he will dominate me again, hunt me and become his obsession this time. In Vlaze Kingdom, I am the Vampire's Obsession. NOTE: This story is a work of fiction. Names, Places, Incidents are only imagination of Author. Any resemble real names, places, co-events and locals are just coincidental. Thank you! God bless! Ps: plagiarism is a crime

Seraphine echoed, confusion etched across her face. Lyra leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with intrigue, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Alaric Vortemont. The vampire. He’s the one with those molten-silver eyes, always looking like he can peer into your very soul and tear it apart. He’s heir to one of the oldest vampire bloodlines in the world.”

Thus, you can always find the awkward atmosphere between these two, where in most cases, only exists the silence. *Pop-up window from the Human Resourse Department —Mr. Dante, here are all the resumes for all the new qualified candidates for the assitante job. All files are attached below. Please take a look and let us know your choice so we could arrange the interview. Dante opened the files and began to go through the resumes. Just when he opened a new one and saw the photo of the young candidate, his expression slightly changed with a rise of the eyebrow. "Nino...."

Silas growled, “What are you doing interrupting us?” “Sire, the Phantomhives are attacking the city, they are coming from the catacombs.” Said a guard, one I had never seen before. Who was the vampire? Who had sent him to warn us? I tried to enter the vampires mind, but it was clouded with panic, he seemed to be really worried and afraid, though I suspect that could be about the attack. But then, why had the Phantomhives chose now to attack? Why would they break the treaty? What did they have to gain?

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

She went back to her notebook and then to her bank account. “Should I keep doing this?” She asked herself, feeling a little guilty about spending so much money on her vampire-hunting obsession. But after a few seconds, she snapped back to reality. “Why should I feel bad about spending money on something I really wanted? I’ve been seriously wondering if vampires really exist, and now that I know they do, why am I having such doubts?” She was shaking her head to help dispel her thoughts and guilt. “This is once in a lifetime chance that I will have, so this is worth it. When compared to seeing a real vampire, four million pesos is nothing!” She said, trying to smile after a few seconds. “But i

I look around wondering for the first time what this lesson was all about. “There are three things you need to know about vampires. 1. All you’ve heard about vampires as a human is myth with the exception of blood lust. 2. Humans don’t believe we exist, let’s keep it that way. 3. Powerful vampires have abilities” Talon summed up. . . .

Currently, vampires consist of four types. The first type of vampire is known as the nightwalker vampires. They are the ‘children’ under Ambrogio, which he’s able to transfer his abilities through his saliva. The saliva injected to the blood, which causes changes to the person affected by it. Though they are not as powerful as Ambrogio, they have super strength, speed, senses, vision, atomize, and they are lesser immortals. Ambrogio’s curses are also passed down upon them, where they would die if they were exposed to sunlight and silver.

very perplexed" He scratched his brow in frustration. 'Hey!! 'Are you even here?' Adrik waved his hand in front of his face, because he was lost in his own world. "Oh, senior, no, Mr. consiglier..." What the fuckk am I saying?! "What are you saying now? Come on, tell me how you found out about the V-m45." Adrik asked, impatiently awaiting his response. Darwin gave him a fake smile and pretended to think, but in reality he was shivering in fear and sweating cold sweat in fear. If he does not respond, he will undoubtedly kill him brutally, and the fact that he is a vampire shook him from within.

My fists clenched so hard my nails bit into my palms. Ael’s violet eye glimmered with an unreadable storm as he looked at Orin… then back at me. “Do you know who Malvoryn was?” Ael asked, his voice low, dangerous. “He… he who must not be named.” I swallowed hard. My throat went dry, tight, as if the air itself had turned to stone. “A… vampire,” I whispered. The word barely left my lips before a cold shadow seemed to shift in the room. My wolf growled, every hair on my neck standing on end.