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He signed his hand to ask for Marrison to continue his conversation with Sonya. Sonya rubbed her forehead and tucked her hair strands in her ear. She sighed as she took her seat again. She smelled two different scents of male vampires in the room, the old one smelled like something was burned with some bloody scent but not too much gore, and the other smelled like a fresher blood scent that was hidden by a citrus, lavender, and sandalwood flavored perfume.

he says. “You called her a mutt!” Tanya spits out. “She’s my friend. That’s what she is, and you insulted her.” “Tanya,” I say, trying to warn her. Vampires aren’t as strong as werewolves, but they’re impossibly fast. It makes battles between our factions difficult to win on either side. However, Vasile surprises me. “My apologies. I did not mean to insult Erika Edwards’s friend. Perhaps we can start again,” he says, extending his hand to me. “I am Vasile Northway, the owner of Essence.”

I heard the male vampire speak; he said, "That's it baby, but give me more. Fuck, you're so tight. I want to feel those fangs on my neck when you're done riding me, understood?" She nodded, tears pouring down her cheeks. She kept riding, her ass bouncing as she did so. Suddenly, she leaned forward after screaming in pleasure, wrapping her arms around him. The male vampire snarled out as she turned her head and sank her fangs into him with no hesitation.

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

Hands decaying, thin sharpened claws, sharp fangs, and red eyes. "Who are you to stop me from killing this b!tch?" Serena questioned. Obviously, her target was me, the human of my wolf. "You are all wasting your time, siding with this b!tch!" Out of fury, one of Doctor Williams' vamps flew like a flash of lightning, targeting Serena, but even before he could touch her, the poor vamp was turned into dust right before Doctor Williams eyes.

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

The woman saw the approaching couple, a smile appeared on her lips, the scent of the immortal, did the immortal appear? “Two Stephen and Sharmaine Halley?” Nanami Vincent spoke up, her voice ghostly and seductive, a vampire who drives everyone crazy with her weak appearance. She is the arbiter of the vampire world, provocative and sweet. The red gaze is the silhouette of Sharmaine and Augustus.

"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."

I swallowed the lump in my throat as he made his way over to his desk. "W-Why was s-she out there?" I asked. Master leaned back against the desk so he was almost sitting on it, placing the leash down in the process. "It's a stupid thing that some vampires do when their pet has misbehaved or they decide that they don't want them anymore." My eyes widened

Chapter 5 The fight is against Shade Marcus the Narrsissist Vampire King. Sam stands tall, his chiseled physique a testament to his unwavering dedication to fitness. His bulging biceps and broad shoulders exude raw power, honed from years of military battles. His shoulder-length black hair often falls messily onto his broad shoulders, and his piercing grey/blue eyes seem to bore into those he meets. His tattoos, a striking blend of Mayan tribal and Anunnaki designs, whisper tales of his rebellious past and his defiance against the darkness. As an elder vampire and a skilled fighter, Sam's tech expertise and ancient knowledge make him a formidable force in the world. His raw, masculine appeal