Vampire Requiem 2nd Edition Novels & Stories

I will give him more than he bargains for. I go to my new home, a plain suburban affair. It is furnished. Quickly, not breaking a sweat, I move most of the furniture into the garage. Then I retire to the master bedroom, draw all the shades, and lie down on the hard wooden floor and close my eyes. The sun has drained my strength, I tell myself. But as I doze off I know it is also the people I have met this day that have cut deep into me, where my iron blood flows like a black river over the cold dust of forgotten ages, dripping onto this green world, onto the present, like the curse of the Lord himself. I hope to dream of Krishna as I fall asleep, but I do not. The devil is there instead. Yak

Maybe thinking about the right words to say. “ No, he didn’t got a bite though. He’s real vampire which mean he doesn’t a bite from vampire. He turn into the vampire itself when he turn into 18 years old. Real vampire and bite vampire is different. Real vampire has it special abilities, ” Harley explain everything carefully. Hope it doesn’t drive Adryan crazy. “ So you’re saying that I will turn into vampire once I turn 18 years old and I will have special abilities? Like what? I can fly? Breath forever underwater? Or sleep underground for the entire life?, ” Adryan clearly seem did not believe it.

[Mythelogical Creatures_species born with Immense powers___ Werewolves, Vampires, Lycanthropy_Creatures with fangs and Claws____ Witches, Dhampir, Moroi, Stregoi and Hellhounds] Reed read out the words aloud as he went through the pages and then Stopped as he closed the book and threw it on his Table. Standing on his feet, Reed walked towards the table, threw some pills down his throat and finished it off with a glass of water. Though the medics still hadn't healed the wound yet but he still had to take them.

He returned a minute later, holding a small, crystal decanter filled with a liquid that swirled with deep, luminescent crimson—like captured memory and blood. The Crimson Reminiscence. A rare, potent elixir that compelled absolute truth from a vampire for a short time. It was not used lightly. It stripped away all pretense, all defense. Without a word, he uncorked it and drank. His eyes closed for a moment, and when they opened, they held a raw, vulnerable intensity I had never seen.

The elder vampire showed no sign of pain and glared up at Mason with the sickest smirk he'd ever worn. "Did you really think it'd be that easy?" Mason's eyes darkened and he watched as Demitri snapped his fingers, resulting in hordes of vampires pouring in from both sides. He immediately withdrew the sword from the elder vampire's chest and moved over to stand in front of Harley. His eyes barely left Demitri as he crouched down and put his hand to where blood had trickled down the right side of her head. He reached out a shaking hand and ran two fingers across the wounded area, smearing the blood and staining his fingers. The burning deep within his throat began to rise and his fangs began t

Images began to flash before me: a sea of blood under a moonless sky, the faces of those I had ruled, their eyes hollow and their screams silent. *"Rex vampirorum, dominus umbrarum. Tua est vita nostra, tua est anima nostra."* I couldn’t tell if I was still standing or if I had already sunk into the depths of the throne. It felt as though my dead soul was being peeled away, layer by layer, and yet, I didn’t resist. I couldn’t resist.

Both Aiyanna and Lucien paused and looked at him, before Aiyanna asked, “Where did you heard that term?” Jayden shrugged, “just tell me.” Lucien spoke, “it’s been a while since I have heard that term you know, I had actually forgotten about this type.” Jayden was looking at him, waiting for a clear answer, Lucien looked at him and said, “Diara Vampires, are said to be those vampires, who are born on the same time as the birth of our goddess.” “I don’t get it.” Jaydens said, “What do you mean by same time?”

The vampires would come again on the next full moon and any more war could mean the extinction of werewolves. They were only few left.Just two packs in a kingdom once filled with more than fifty of them.Her pack-the Blood Moon only had her,her sick father and the two soldiers that survived the last war-Avery and Axel. The second pack-the Storm Moon had less than twenty two members left. Nina stared through her window and didn't even move when her father came in.Not until he moved a chair towards her did she snap out of her thoughts. "Dad." she smiled weakly "You're here"

His blood-stained frame left a hideous imprint on my window and left a crimson trail on my shirt as our bodies collided in his reckless descent. I whipped my head around, locking eyes with him as he let out a guttural groan and shattered the arrows embedded in his flesh with a swift crack. My sharp eye immediately identified the arrows as the very same ones my parents used for hunting in our pack, expertly crafted to target vampires with their deadly poisoned tips. Our pack witch had concocted a potent potion that not only paralyzed vampires, but could prove fatal if left untreated beyond a day.

Every Pack member from Bloodmoon hates everyone in Whitefang because of what happened that day of the war and they hate that we had kept them in subjection for a very long time so I wonder how she was able to even stay in the same space as I was or was there more to this story? “Did you meet any pale looking lady, tall and a little thick with hazel eyes there? Or should my question be did you attack and molest any lady with any of the characteristics I just described??” Everywhere suddenly went dead silent when I asked the question, the wounded ones had stopped groaning and whining in pain, it had gotten so quiet that if I dropped a feather on the ground we would hear the sound it made when