Vampire Painter Novels & Stories

she asked. Type or not, Vampire Quen had seemed . . . Love both Boss and Man equally, and if the most powerful vampire leader in the vampires was taking Type as their mate or more look like gave him some sort of Queen tittle, but Jonthan said they hate wolf, so if they actually hate wolf how the hell, they take Type as their mate who was also an wolf in past?

My hands shivered as she handed the paper over to me. I opened it and showed the most shocking revelation of my life. My hands stiffened and my stomach tightened. What?! Raven used wolves blood to form his paint, and that was the reason it was thick. No wonder the lab technician looked at me in such a way. This could be linked to that hidden room. Could that be the reason for the famine? That was a perfect way to kill the wolves without being blamed. And then used their blood as asphalt paint. Indeed there's no way this painting wouldn't get the attention of those investors.

“She’s just dedicated. Maybe too dedicated.” Izzy watched as the maid disappeared down the hall, her expression unreadable. Behind her, Kimmelly exhaled slowly. “Mission failed,” she whispered. Izzy smirked, eyes never leaving the retreating figure. “Not yet.” She stood and moved to the far end of the room, where large framed artworks lined the walls. Her fingers trailed lightly over the edge of an ornate frame. The first painting caught her attention immediately. A vampire. Ancient. Strong. His eyes were piercing, his expression trapped between agony and something far worse. The plaque beneath the frame was carved in a language Izzy barely recognized.

I asked at once, but he wouldn’t answer. All he did was take me through the narrow passage, leading me out of the room. When we left the room, we passed through a hallway that had statues and paintings on the wall. At the end of the hallway stood a painting that ran from top to bottom. The painting was of a man who had an uncanny resemblance to Sue. “Who is that?” The question fell from my lips before I could stop it. “Enzo Darkmoore. The greatest vampire to rule, and when he returns, you little wolves will be toast,” the man gave an immediate reply before yanking me out of the hallway and taking me into a room that looked similar to a living room.

I thought he didn't like my artwork, but a few minutes later he returned with a glowing crystal, which he mounted above the frame as a light source. "It looks better this way," he explained briefly, the tips of his ears turning red. The viewing screen exploded: 【The vampire-werewolf just decorated that painting!】 【I can't believe it! Is this really the same vampire-werewolf who massacred the entire Silver Moon Pack?】 【Serina's Lunar Fear is still 0! How on earth is she doing this?】 The witch sisters stood before the painting in silence for a long time. Finally, Morgana reached out and gently touched the image of herself.

Damian proudly replied that the paintings were works of art by both himself and the deceased ancient vampire elders. He said that the paintings were a precious heritage for the ancient vampire clan. "Some of the paintings are my work. I painted them. It has been my hobby for a long time. I like to paint what I see and what I feel. And some are the masterpieces of the elders of the ancient vampire clan." Damian said proudly. "I just found out that you vampires really like to paint. And not only on the level of liking, it seems that you are also very good at painting. Look at every detail of these paintings, there is only one word for it, PERFECT." Alex said with a look full of admiration.

Slowly, he finishes with, “Yes, her name is Amber Parks.” “Oh good, she would be a fun addition. I liked her. She is something of a conidium, though. I could put my finger on it, but there is something different about her.” “She is a half-blood, hybrid vampire. I didn’t know until last night.” “Wow, that is a thing? I didn’t know that existed, Dom. I mean all these years, and that must be the first, right?”

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "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 surv