Vampire Survivors With A Pure Heart Novels & Stories

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

“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.”

His command echoed in the empty space as he took a handful of gulps of the blood given to him. Reid motioned one of his men and the vampire hiding his disgust ripped a part of his shirt before licking on it and wrapping it around her wound. Middle ranked vampires like Reid saliva had healing power while lowest ones like most servants couldn't heal anyone except themselves, and even their bodies would heal after many days and even months.

"And unexplained Neratomay deaths?" On that I hesitated. "None that I'd describe as unexplained." Malarias stared at me. "A vampire not five years turned did not properly secure his home," I continued. "Sleep took him while in the living room of his house. A human opened the door, and he never woke again. Two others died in a sanctioned battle, and Tyler was sent to handle two others."

"We're looking for the purest concentration. Something strong enough to replace what Ben lost." "Over there." Marcus Two pointed to a pedestal at the center of the vault. On it sat a single container—larger than the others, glowing with a light so intense it was almost painful to look at. "That one's different." Jack approached the pedestal. Up close, he could see that the container wasn't just holding life essence—it was holding something more. Something older. A concentration of vitality so pure that it seemed almost... divine. "The Heart of the Vault," Haley's voice came through his earpiece. "It's the oldest essence they have. Legend says it was collected from the first vampire's final v

"Vampires cannot interface directly with plant consciousness. The fundamental natures are incompatible." "They were incompatible," Damien replied, his hands still pressed against Iris's chest as he felt her fading life force beginning to stabilize. "But love changes the fundamental nature of everything it touches. Iris showed me that vampiric consciousness can be purified, can be transformed into something that bridges rather than consumes."

“She’s a Voodoo high priestess who lives on Coronado Island. She helped us find Bruce when he was wandering in the White Tank Mountains. That’s where he met Tatyana. She was running from a pure vampire named Nambru...” “Pure vampire?” chimed Magdalena and Garth together. “That’s what they call themselves,” I explained. “Wadim’s breed are cannibals. They eat flesh as well as drink blood and Dracula vampires only drink blood and consider themselves pure because of it.” “They would,” Magdalena said flatly. “I don’t understand,” I replied quizzically. “I never finished telling you about me, I,” Magdalena offered as she looked at Garth.

Not Vincent, please. The wolf countered once more against another vampire with bright green eyes, a Pure One. Victoria felt a spark of hope; Pure One's were kind vampires that valued life. The auctioneer looked to vampire in question, but the Pure One shook his head, giving up the bid. Disappointment crashed around her. Please not Vincent! "We have another bid!"

Her voice cracked with her last admission. “It’s not about what you did.” “Then what the hell is it?” “It’s about what you are.” Penny looked at him puzzled. “Human?” Her hand went up to her throat. Vampires drank blood, didn’t they? A meal. Of all the humans they could grab it had to be her. “A pure heart.” “A what?” she asked. “I don’t know what that means.” “It’s a lot to explain.”

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