Vampire Slave Mga Nobela at Kwento

Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies. A pair of red eyes and two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth as though they were always meant to be there. Except there was no blood dripping from his mouth as always described in books. Yet, she was still scared senseless at the sight of a living, vampire right in front of her eyes. He moved closer to her again but this time, she was prepared and understood what he was. She lunged on her feet in fright and prepared to flee. But she had barely moved two steps when that figure appeared in front of her again.

He looked so unreal, that I thought he was from a Greek god from a book mother was always reading to me each night. His eyes suddenly darkened and a low growl escaped his throat. I brought my head down from his gaze, I was so scared that I could not look up twice. “A pretty slave.” Cranon caressed my hair with his fingers, with an annoying smile. I bite the side of my cheek. “...for the Lycan King.” He muttered.

I can see someone coming to the door with a face filled with anger that he was disturbed. “The penalty for disturbing the king is death; who are you to think you are to disturb him in this manner?” The grumpy vampire spits at me, and I am instantly on edge. “We need time! Things are bad here.” Harmony screams. “On it,” I respond before speaking. “I am mated to King Brandt; I am Queen of the Northern Vampires.” His face contorts instantly as I shove past him and into the house. “Now get me your king,” I demand.

“Not as good as the real thing but it would do.” “I tried to be a vegetarian vampire, you know. I wanted to do that shit that Devonte does,” Devonte was his best friend. “But it didn’t work out. It tasted absolutely horrible, like you were eating a pile of rubbish. After that I gave up on my quest and sought for real blood.” “By?” “I got a human to supply me blood.” “A blood slave,” he confirmed. “Tahlia is her name and she is quite the beauty. I found her at an abandoned warehouse.”

Hoping she could tell him something at least. Although he could tell that Valeria was not like Victoria or Lindsey. She was a fragile human being. As expected, Valeria had no idea. Valeria shook her head and narrowed her gaze again. "My name is Winston Hound. I am the vampire Master from Rome. And I am the man you are fated with. I am your mate." Said the vampire master standing in front of Valeria. Valeria's eyes widened as she looked at the man standing in front of her. She was staring into his eyes while breathing heavily. She never expected to be with a vampire master. But she was somewhat happy knowing that her mate was a vampire master. That too a man who looked like a Greek God. Looki

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten

In the largest slave market in this city, I, like them, was the merchandise for sale, while I, along with a few other girls, was the showpiece. I didn't know who made the rule that vampires can't have direct access to any slaves in the slave market. To please them, the slave trader Wells would cut our skin with a sharp knife and catch a bit in a wine glass for the vampire to taste. In order for the blood not to be wasted,philip would take enough blood after the application of a brown slime to my wounds to stop the bleeding. But that slime touched the skin like a branding iron sticking into a wound, and it made me scream in pain every time I was smeared with the slime.

We were immediately welcomed with the familiar smell of alcohol and God knows what, I scrunch my nose in disgust and pushed my way past a bunch of drunk teens, trust me it wasn't easy. Sophia squeals and quickly walked up the marble stairs to Daniel's house, which one would consider gorgeous, but mine was bigger, I'm not bragging though. I sighed and sluggishly walked up the stairs behind Sophia and Cassie. I instantly regretted why I agreed to coming as soon as I got in, I could have been home in my bean bag chair eating chocolate from my candy pot while watching my favorite series Teen Wolf. I stepped inside with Sophia following her to the bar, I see a few wolves playing beer pong and som

Suddenly, a cry woke me up. I heard several vampires roughly dragging a human blood slave girl. The blood slave girl was crying and begging them, "Please give me one more day of grace. I will definitely provide blood to the vampire king tomorrow. Just one day. I can't give blood to him today. I will die." I saw that the blood slave girl's arm was full of holes from sharp teeth. Her skin was pale, and she looked like she had lost too much blood. "Shut up! It is your blood slave's job to give blood to the king!"

While she was looking for answers to her questions, something caught her eye. "A black cape? Long-sleeved white shirt? And a red bow?” Cyrille's eyes begin to widen. "This is how a vampire dresses in classic Dracula films!" she exclaimed. “Oh my—” She couldn't finish her words and immediately covered her mouth to keep from shouting. She was overjoyed with the mixed emotions she was experiencing at the time, and she couldn't believe that after days of fruitless hunting, she'd have the good fortune to meet a vampire.