Novel & Cerita Vampire Painter

The professor ambled back to the lectern. “Vampires are thought to be models of physical perfection,” he said to the class. “Fast, strong, handsome or beautiful. And by and large, much of that seems to be true. But there are stories that every now and then, something goes awry in the transmission process when a victim is bitten. The result of such an occurrence is a flawed creature, without the powers of a true vampire. Vampires have a name for such a creature—grafhym. The chief marker for a grafhym, it is said, is one fang instead of two.”

"Jet, I'm warning you to stay away from Ranz and I want to tell you that we're done already?" " Why? Is it because of Vlahdy? Do you know what the first time I saw that guy, there's something different from him? I sense that he's a vampire and once that ill know his real identity I'll gonna kill him right away." "How dare you! How can you know if he's a vampire or not? I'll tell you. You will never know the real identity of Vlahdy. Stay away from him!" "No, you are wrong! Do you see this? This is a perfume I made it to know who vampires are. This is a perfume I first use for Moana. After smelling it a vampire will collapse for a second but will gain consciousness after ten seconds. It's so

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.

Our pack witch had concocted a potent potion that not only paralyzed vampires, but could prove fatal if left untreated beyond a day. "Close the window, quick! I don't want them to find me here!" he grunted through laboured breaths. Blood covered him from head to toe, staining his hair and clothes with a deep crimson hue. His once-white locks were now matted with the sticky substance, taking on a rosy tint. The same could be said for his clothes, which had soaked up so much of his blood that they appeared to match the shade of his wounds. As he fought desperately for survival, he appeared utterly helpless and vulnerable, with the hood still concealing his face. I couldn't resist the urge to i

I still breathed heavily, taking her in. “She's beautiful indeed.” I smiled, admiring the statue one more time, before my focus landed on her. “Oh, my name is Kyle.” She stretches her hand for a handshake, which I receive, introducing myself in return. “You must be a visitor?” “Yeah, I came with my friend.” Friend? What about destiny? We started walking down the hallway as we conversed. “So what is it like being a vampire?” she is hesitant. “It is too dark for me, especially for someone like me who prefers the opposite.”

Among the guests, a few silver-haired elders had studied my work for a long time. Those members of the Elder Council had smiled with refined courtesy and told me they admired my clean compositions and distinctive style. They asked if I'd be interested in undertaking a commission to repaint the Council's official portraits. The Elder Council was the supreme governing body of vampire society---and this was the highest-level commission a painter could receive. I'd been stunned. My mind was already racing with ideas for composition and lighting. But before I could respond, Lucien's hand tightened on my shoulder. "I'm sorry---my wife and I have just married. She'll need to focus on starting a fam

A woman with two different shades of eye color… a big man wearing a suit looking disturbed… two crying infants, and then toddlers chasing each other… He then laid the six year old on the ground as she whimpered in pain and he breathed in her face a little until she was knocked out cold. He stood up and wiped his mouth as his fangs retracted back into his mouth. “Welcome Tammy, to the Vampire world,” he whispered. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as her hair started to transform colors more, making it now a visible auburn color. He opened up her eyelids and saw that her eyes had now become a bright hazel color and he smiled to himself; the venom was winning the battle already.

It was painting of a woman. The woman wore a long, white robe with an elven crown on her jet-black hair. In front of her were creatures that made up the whole kingdom of Doria. Her eyes were the deepest, and the brightest blue I have ever seen. She was pale like a corpse, and in her hands are the flowers dipped in something red like blood. Behind her was a man, a vampire I think, who looked down at the creatures in front of them with pride and honor. I stared at it before rummaging through the other books to find the description of how the High Priestess look.

“It’s about time I fix my mistake, right, my love?’ King Alexander looked up at the portrait. The painted woman smiled at him. Her fangs slightly showed under her full upper lip. Her red hair was pulled back with gold chains and crowns to better show off how large her red eyes were. It was quite a feat to get her to agree to the painting. King Alexander remembered how he had to beg. The vampire was naturally reluctant to her Nochten superstitions. But he had been glad of his persistence. The painting had turned out to be his second most treasured thing. But it was time he got his first. And King Alexander was determined.

I nodded, almost infinitesimally, and then I took a step back. Keeping my right eye closed, I grinned around the broken room at the last remaining vampires. There were three: one tall, dark, and would-be handsome (had he not been a murderous blood-sucker); one was short and stout and round, and I wondered how his pot belly and balding head helped him in acquiring a regular blood supply; the other was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, slim and dark, with a perfectly coifed afro and narrowed green eyes – save for the blood smeared around her sensually curved mouth.