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Eyes he had been catching glimpses of in his dreams. He still remembered the day he had lost her. It was the same day every flavor of life equaled to ashes for him. And from the past years, he had been using those ashes to paint his sorrows. Painting was a way for him to remind himself that he wasn't going mad, his bride was real, the dreams were proof of her existence. Even though his aching hands were trembling, each stroke of his brush was precise, dipped in the colors mixed with the tears that were falling from his face. The tears of pain and guilt that the Vampire King carried in his soul.

💉Tiara p.o.v 💉. Vampires!. We don't come uninvited but once you invite us, we are free to come and go as we like. The fool thinks I'm a whore, he's digging his own grave by himself, my mate must survive I don't care how many lives will be sacrificed, I'm a centre of attraction but if a man can't control himself, I'm also a centre of destruction, I will destroy all the good things in his life, he will be left empty before I come for his life.

Vic answered the system. "Sure! Vic!!" "Okay. I'm Sternly Vic." "Just who am I and who the hell are you!"

It is I who is to carry on his bloodline. My head leaned back, sighing with disgust. Their breasts heaved, fluttering with death was their calling and I was just about to give it. “Answer my question,” I whispered, knowing damn well they heard me. I stared up at the ceiling of the old study. Paintings of vampires ripping heads off of humans stuck above me. The painting was done centuries ago, if not thousands, and preserved to its exactness how it is said we fed. Our techniques have changed, using our fangs more than our mouths to sink into flesh. How unfortunate to damage the skin so. I licked my lips, remembering how smooth Odessa’s skin was to me. To think at one time a claw would have op

The higher the level of the Vampire, the better the stamina, but currently Harvey can only create poisons to kill C-class Vampires and below, and other Vampires must be killed by professional Vampire hunters themselves. Harvey is creating a new kind of poison that will cause B-level Vampires to die faster and stop their cell regeneration, but there is not much difference between the new and the old. so Harvey wasn't sure of his reasoning. If you want to be sure, you need to try it directly on a B-rank Vampire, but catching a surviving B-rank Vampire is not easy. Louis looked at the colorful glass jars, and asked, "How's everything going?" Harvey put on glasses and looked at the document Chad

“You have to understand that from the moment that we became a Triquetra, it was with the understanding that we were the harbingers of ill tidings, that we were the sign of encroaching danger…” As Heath trailed off, Talen did not reply, but there was a sense of the vampire waiting. Heath’s vision was beginning to clarify in the darkness, adjusting to the lack of light, and the planes of the vampire’s face, his bright hair against the dark wood, were all picked out in shades of grey.

I asked. "Well the most precious thing there is actually, life. Somebody has to die for these ill fated lovers to have a beautiful love story. But that's not all, one of the lovers has to be a vampire and the other human, but not just any human, a vampire hunter, the ultimate direct enemy of the vampires," he said. "What are you trying to say Matthew? Please get to the point!" I urged him.

His beautiful dancer, he used his power to help her walk on the water of the pool where he stood, not wanting her to fall and wet her beautiful outfit. “But I wish to feel one last time before my change,” she said softly, looking deep into his eyes. He understood, even wanted her to have this last feeling, yet he would miss her until he couldn’t anymore, and then a gray existence for him and his people again, including her. As vampires, they felt nothing unless through a familiar. And she had been his for far too long. She had traveled this gray world of his, filling it with color, so much so he had thought she was his mate, but looking at those two colored eyes, he knew he had only been foo

"But seriously, answer me." "No, I don't sleep. I don't have the privilege to do so," she finally replied. "Why not? Don't go with a lie now." "I won't lie to you." "Yes, and I'm stupid." His sarcastic tone could be worse than anything else. She ignored it and responded, "Vampires don't sleep." The laughter from his forum echoed in his conscience. Hell, what a big lie. Didn't it occur to you to tell him that it's because you like the darkness too? You're so... bad at this, seriously."

We both laughed and played in the water, but I couldn't take my eyes off the pink color of her bra showing through her white t-shirt. I quickly took off my tank top, which surprised her. "Senpai, what are you doing? Why are you suddenly undressing?" I just laughed and approached her. "So that you can have a better view of my body." She gave me a dirty look, and I was about to playfully punch her hand. "Look," I placed her hand on my chest and looked into her eyes. "You're so cold," she said, and I smiled. "Well, what can I say? I'm a vampire." She shook her head and gently touched the scar on my chest, clearly visible over my heart.