Vampire Rosario Season 2 Novels & Stories

“It was her. Morgan saw her that night James insisted on going to my office. He brought two people with him, Daisy and a man. A man who, Morgan said, has green eyes.” “You’re thinking too much into this, Charlie. It wouldn’t be that easy.” “James is a vampire and the man is a vampire—” “Charlie, calm down. It’s probably just a coincidence. Nothing more. It wouldn’t be the first time two vampires were seen together.” His hands run down the length of my good arm, which cause goosebumps to break out over my skin. “If you think that’s what it is, then I guess that’s what it is.” Disappointment washes over me. “Can we go now…please?” Sitting here longer than necessary makes my insides turn. Sitti

Eyes closed, blood dripping from their exposed necks and their crown placed on the head. He didn’t know that vampire could throw up but the nauseating sensation was there. Tears roll down his cheeks and he was too shocked and frozen in his spot to touch his beloved parents. He could not take the pressure. He turned around as he wish to run from all of that until he froze once more when he see Rosa. She stood a few feet away from her and she was crying. Her beautiful hair falls down her fair shoulder and her dress was torn everywhere, revealing parts of her smooth skin. Blood, bruises, and cuts covered some parts of it and before he could approach her, a huge arm wrapped itself around his nec

I looked him him dead in the eye as I told him, “Yes. I have. And it would have been a hell of a lot easier to clean up after if I had done it my way!” He was stunned for a moment as he stared at me, not believing what I had just told him. He snapped out of it a moment later, shaking his head. “Don’t worry ice queen, vampires are experts at making bodies and crime scenes disappear. Go home. I’ll take care of this, and then I’ll meet you back at your apartment.” “Right,” I said, annoyed as I headed back out of the alley towards the parking garage.

Two already gone. Two left. In the swaying dark, Raven Winterstar—scion of death, girlfriend of a vampire princess—waited for the end she could no longer fight. And somewhere far behind, in a crimson castle, Victoria Rose stared west through a tower window, blood still drying on her cheeks like unshed tears. She had not slept. She would not sleep. Not until Raven was home. Or until the world burned trying to keep her away. Echoes in the Crimson Tower

“Wha' wrog?” “They found another body,” She said, “Under the bridge. Same place as the last one. They said the body had all its blood drained out.” “Just like the last ones.” I shivered. She turned to me, eyebrows raised. “Apparently there are no obvious wounds. Do you still think they’re animal attacks?” “Of course.” I rolled my eyes. “What else would they be? Vampires?” “You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

“She’s fine, but there’s something you need to know.” “What is it?” I asked, suddenly on high alert. “Her advisor told me that Ruby woke up screaming the other night. She apparently had a dream about an attack on campus.” “Okay?” “That same night, there was an attack on campus, and it happened exactly how Ruby described in her dream. It was one of the new vampires that was in isolation,” he continued explaining. “What? She saw it coming??” I asked, unsure I was hearing him correctly. “Yes,” Alberto confirmed. “I’m pretty sure the goddess had gifted Ruby with a gift.”

AVA'S POV “For a queen you are, you're getting a bit too comfortable with these humans,” Rowan whispered, his breath tickling my skin and his voice husky and laced with a hint of warning. My gaze narrowed, eyes flashing red with a hint of danger as I took in his words. “And what makes you think so, my love?” I purred, my voice dripping with sweetness as my fingers trailed his bare chest down below to his hard member. Of course we were lying naked in all our glory, skin flawless yet had a pale color to it, and this was absolutely normal being vampires.

Blood roses. Rafael’s hand tightened around the fragile flower, crushing it slowly between his fingers. A symbol. A secret. Not grief. Not loss. Love. Defiance. War. His lips curled into a dangerous smile. "So," he said softly, almost lovingly. "The game has only just begun." He tossed the crushed rose onto the floor, grinding it under his boot. "Bring me Matteo," Rafael ordered, his voice sharp as a whip. "And this time... bring the girl too."

Rain’s lips twitched as she stared at their joined hands, when they finally let go, Rose’s cheeks were as red as her fucking name and for some reason Rain was beginning to grow a strange dislike for Roses. Damn it, her feelings were just all over the fucking place today. The room was as large as a fucking hotel room, a wide table in between two leather sofas. “She’s got nice ass,” Romeo said as he plopped down at the edge of the chair and relaxed into it. Luigi joined him, both of them acting like they were on a vacation. “Sergio’s late,” Enzo said, his eyes on the empty sofa where Mr. Mendes was supposed to seat.

When Rosalie was sleeping, I had dressed her neck with garlic, knowing that the neck was a vampire's favourite spot for a draw of blood, and had covered up the strong scent of the garlic with flowery scents. So, when he wanted to bite, I let him, and he tasted the garlic, burning himself sweet. He vanished into the thin air with his cries lingering, and I pulled Rosalie to myself gently, pulling her to sit on my lap. "Are you okay?" I questioned her. She nodded slowly, and I knew she was holding herself from shivering. I hugged her, covering her up with my arms. The phoenix king and the rest jolted to their feet, "What did you do to him?"