Vampire Requiem 2nd Edition Novels & Stories

her wolf answered. There are traces of fatigue on her face. She tried to stand up again, and this time she did it successfully. When Cassandra looked around, she saw that they were only three remained in the ring. Two werewolves and one vampire. Slowly, she walked towards them. The black wolf glanced at her and nodded his head, which Cassandra did the same. They started circling their prey. With the black wolf's signal, they attacked the vampire. Cassandra jumped on his right while the black one jumped on his left. She got punched, but the vampire couldn't dodge the black wolf's bite. It gave him a fatal blow. The vampire tried to stand, but he had no strength left. Slowly the mark disappear

Torches flickered weakly as I descended deeper, my steps echoing unnaturally. And then I saw the vial. Suspended in midair, glowing dark crimson, pulsing like a living heart. My hands shook as I reached for it. The moment my fingers brushed the glass the world shattered. Visions exploded behind my eyes. A blood-red moon eclipsed the sky. Wolves chained to stone altars screamed as magic carved itself into their bones. They watched helplessly as their mates and children were slaughtered before them, the curse sealing with every death. I saw Liam standing beneath the eclipsed moon, a crown of crescent silver placed upon his head as the world bowed.

It was a heavy volume bound in deep scarlet leather. The title, written in gold, was “A Brief History of the Nocturne Territories and the Valerius Dynasty”. The subtitle was “Vampires and humans”. I snatched it up, quickly reading with my heart hammering. Vampires? Dynasty? My mind immediately began filing away information. This was no ordinary world.

With trembling, gloved fingers, Vespera flipped the thick parchment over. Glued to the second page were detailed architectural diagrams drawn in dark red ink, blood ink. They showed the subterranean catacombs deep beneath her childhood home, beneath the rose gardens where she used to play as a little girl. The diagrams depicted an inverted obsidian altar surrounded by nested binding circles, designed for forbidden blood-magic rituals meant to siphon the innocent life forces of Null children to artificially awaken dormant magic cores in adult nobility. At the bottom of the page was her father’s personal seal, stamped in dark garnet wax, alongside his sworn signature: Lord Anthony Vance, Maste

After getting on his seat, the lead vampire lord started to read the vows and the two were repeating each word after him. The two were waiting for the words "You may kiss the bride" to fill the whole room. As they echoed, Kyson was already leaned in kissing her passionately as if there was no tomorrow. He didn't even accomadate the shyness of his bride. All he wanted was to devour this woman.

She believed sometimes knowledge and curiosity would put someone's life at risk and she didn't want to drag anyone along with her crazy obsession about supernatural beings. With her secret collection, she knew that the prominent kind residing with humans were vampires. They were categorized in three categories. Pureblooded were those who were born as vampires with parents who were both vampires, they were the strongest. Turned vampires, humans who went through transition. And half-vampires, those who were fruits of the union of vampires and humans.

“You lead, we follow.” The portal hums louder, shaking the ground, and sucks us in, spitting us into the vampire realm—a gothic plane with spires piercing a blood-red sky, air heavy with blood and ash. Vampire dens sprawl below, chaotic with rebels fighting loyalists, screams echoing, ground trembling. My light’s weak, but the relic fragments—cracked but glowing—pulse with my heart, giving me a boost. “Stay close,” I say, light guiding us, Jude’s shadows wrapping us tight. “This place is a mess.”

The title was embossed in faded silver script: Vampiric Death and Rebirth. My heart began to pound. This was it. This had to be it. I opened the cover, the pages yellowed and brittle. The text was handwritten in an elegant, spidery script, the ink the color of dried blood. I scanned the passages, skipping over dense paragraphs about blood rites and soul transference, until a particular chapter heading caught my eye: "The Phoenix Ascendant."

He whispered, his tongue making a click sound as he began to draft a new contract. As he waits for Gaby’s return, he unbuttoned his shirt while letting down the curtains. For a vampire like him, he doesn’t like seeing the moon as they reminded him of a particular person and he hates it with every vein in his body. He plucked a paper from the colored stacked sticky paper and scribbled on it while smirking. “We will see who will be the first person to back away from the war.” He grinned, folding the paper and at the same time, the door was opened by Gaby. “Here, make sure that you secure an apartment there or else, return with the head of the owner.” He ordered, passing the folded paper to Gab

He enlightened her. "Breed? There are breeds? Aren't you all the same?" Adrianna was dumbfounded to know that vampires have different breeds. He got up and went to grab a book from his shelves, and hand a heavy book to Adrianna. "This will help you because I am not good at explaining things and facts." Said Alaric. Her palms touched the cover of the book which looked antique and royal. She read the title 'Vamoose', called Vampire in latin. "You didn't tell me you have kids." Alaric asked her.