Novel & Cerita Vampire Reborns

If there is something I do not want, it is to be placed in the darkness. "Someone better tell me what is happening." I shift my gaze from each person face. Crescent is the first to talk. "He is back. His name is Doomsblood, the most barbaric Vampire the world has ever encountered. He can see templates of the future, which makes him the hardest vampire to capture. Luna captured him but before then he sired Marcellus and Kael. Luna believed it was his way to come back, and now, it looks like it."

But before he could complete his sentence, his eyes widened in horror. Dabria had stabbed his dark soul with the dagger of Eve. Dabria pulled the dagger out and stepped away from him. Dark flames engulfed Adrian's dark soul. His horrified screams shook the Karts pack lands. "You forgot again that I am not just a vampire. I am a reaper vampire hybrid. And as a reaper, I can kill you with whatever weapon I possess." Dabria finally answered the question Adrian asked her right before his soul was completely burnt.

So, I looked for the next best thing any kind of drawings along the pages, I only found some of herbs and sun and moon cycles but none of the words underneath I understood. I was about to close the brown book when one of the pages flickered and rearranged themselves making them readable, must be magic helping me again. I was thankful since this page and the next few gave me in site to twins and how magic is given to them based on what species they are. There were only three races spoke about on these pages Wolves, Dragons and Vampires. Vampires were most common to have twins, wolves being the second and dragons being last. Vampires were in human form not a shifter, but they went through a pr

“You mean he assumed someone else’s name? Or he made it up as he went along?” “I mean, it would have meaning to him. If he reinvented himself, or he was reborn as something new.” “Reborn? Reborn as what?” “Vampires call the process of creating a new vampire rebirth. Helbourne, sounds a lot like born in Hel. If he were Scandinavian, their mythology has a Hel. A person and a place, in fact. So it could be born of Hel too. Then there’s the Helbournes of England. Either way, we could look for a vampire who’s fallen into a long sleep. The really old ones do this for long stretches at a time. This spot would keep the wolves from finding him and force the wolves to protect him and his territory.”

I concluded and with that I removed the phone from my ear , I slowly stood up to my feet and walked towards my wardrobe, I pulled it open and my gaze met with Damon’s army green blazer. I contemplated giving it back to him but what logical explanation would I give to him on returning it, what if these items does not even exist in his present world and I end up looking like a fool. How in the world would I tell him that we’ve had an intimate encounter before, but I died that night and somehow got reborn without sounding crazy, I exhaled deeply and closed the wardrobe with a soft thud. This would definitely be one of my deepest darkest secret.

Only when I find myself calming slightly do I study my face in the mirror again. My eyes are wide and fearful, my pupils dilated, and my cheeks are streaked with drying trails of rusty tears. Belatedly, I realise that I just had a panic attack. The trauma of the transformation between mortality and unlife has been studied extensively by those vampires who are interested in the process, and I’ve witnessed enough turnings and newborns to understand at least the basics of it all. Memory loss is one of the most prominent features, enough that some newborns exit the grave not even remembering what they are, let alone who their Sires are (that is, among those who were informed of vampires before b

I was in a daze as I tried to figure out what was happening, it was then that a girl appeared in front of me catching my mate before she could fall to the ground. I stood on the spot dumbfounded as I tried to understand what just happened. I could see the disdain in her eyes when she rejected me, there was also a hint of anger in her eyes. I knew that there is a high chance that I will be rejected if my mate is not a rogue like but being rejected with disdain made me angry. I knew that she must have felt the aura on my body which made her realize that I was a rogue but being rejected as soon as she saw me hurt my pride.

Solomon tries to mind-link but is refused by Evan. "It would appear that she doesn’t have an inner wolf. And her scent filled with a wolf smell. Did you shift on the full noon? Christa." Evan turns his face and stares at her beautiful face. Christa was not going to tell them about the reborn. The moon goddess gave her another chance so she could seek vengeance. Being a werewolf might be a price she needs to pay. A victory was purchased at too great a price. "I know something is wrong with me. Can we just leave it to be? It doesn’t matter how I become a she-wolf right now. I need to tell you what is going on in the secret facility we went to yesterday." Christa squawks.

Five years in exile gutted my wolf. Then he dragged me back with fake apologies and a second-chance smile. Didn't even last a day. Emily poisoned me. My pup—finally in my arms—died saving me. The Moon Goddess hit rewind. This time? Nobody touches me or my pup. *** I barely made it back to the manor, potion in my bag, when I ran smack into James and Emily heading out. Hand went straight to the vial. Locked eyes with James. Didn't say a word.