Vampire Survivors Blue Reaper Novels & Stories

I sprinted for the Interceptor, vaulting onto the pillion seat behind him. "Jax! Sienna! Reaper!" Dax barked into the comms. "I need its arms busy! Break its kneecaps, blind it, I don't care! Just give me a clear run at that ramp!" "You got it, Prez!" Reaper yelled from the second story. Reaper didn't aim for the armor. He aimed for the crimson visor. He fired three rapid shots, shattering the optical sensors on the left side of the Avatar's face.

There was only two kind of people who knew about our existence, the vampires and witches, but we never got across to one another, we all just stayed within our boundaries , we don't meet them, they don't meet us. I got into my black Toyota corolla sport car, I needed to go simple, the last thing I needed was some nosey human sticking in my business and asking stupid ass questions. I sped down the highway, sped was an over statement, the car kept stopping along the road, I was only minutes away from the office, the car backfired again. This was the little consequence I had to suffer for my actions and dad was basically punishing me for refusing to join the family business, and most importantl

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

“Those bastards tried to kill you, and you think I’ll hand you over to them again?” I groaned, half in pain, half in frustration. “You’re… not a doctor…” “No,” he said calmly. “But I’m a damn good vampire and I’m the only one who can make sure your heart doesn’t stop.” Great. So now I had a blood-sucking lunatic playing surgeon. I felt Blue shift slightly, her tail tightening protectively around my ribs. She was still growling. I could feel the heat building in her throat. She was seconds from spitting fire.

I took a deep breath as his gaze sent chills down my spine, forcing myself not to meet his eyes with my own. I had to remind myself who he really was. He was the Reaper, the man who killed his whole family, the man who could kill with his bare hands. I had to remember that, I couldn’t let myself see him as handsome…even if I couldn’t deny that he certainly was. I pulled out a chair on my end of the table, as far away from Kael as possible. Before I could sit, I heard a low growl coming from Kael, making me snap my eyes back to his face.

"Isabella Moretti, just like you ordered." The man turned around slowly. Grey eyes locked on mine. No warmth, no smile, just a cold calculation, like he was sizing up a new weapon. This had to be Damien Voss—the Reaper. I'd heard the name in passing from my dad's rare phone calls, but nothing prepared me for the real thing. I straightened up, ignoring how my hands shook. "You'd better have a damn good reason for dragging me out of my bed in the middle of the night. I have a life. An apartment. Students who expect me in class tomorrow."

Plenty of times, I have passed out on her from the stimulation and the overfeeding of my blood. Twenty-five years passed by, and still, The Lady of Bluestoria made sure to keep me a virgin and save my purity. Lady Candice never let Lord Cameron or any male Bampire fuck me because of my Blood type. You might not know this, but all Bampires have several different DNA genetics. I have the rarest one, and it is SD7.

"Why have me sign that contract and stay here?" Federico couldn't tell Hailey the truth—that he believed he may carry his chosen blood. That's what made her special. Every vampire had their own unique chosen blood—blood that was more flavorful and powerful to that vampire. The odds of finding the exact carrier were incredibly low. That's why as soon as Federico suspected Hailey might contain his chosen blood, he had insisted she stay by his side. But Federico couldn't just keep Hailey as a blood pet—not in this day and age. With social media and how much more advanced police gadgets had gotten, that would almost certainly lead to mortals uncovering the truth about the existence of vampires.

He said and with a blink of an eye he shot a substance, which looks like black shards into Derek's chest near his heart. And once again every one gasped. "Balian's assemble!." He shouted . Immediately. More like ' Avengers assemble ' I shifted my gaze to Derek who was now in so much pain. I broke down. I wondered why, I'm to be like the other people in the hall, with their faces showing zero emotions. But still their next in line they should be crying. Anyways always heard that vampires are heartless. Wonder if that is true.