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The dust felt suffocating, but I wouldn't let anything stop me. For the next three hours, I was buried in a sea of ink. I flipped through pages of repetitive information, my frustration mounting with every chapter. The First Book: Detailed the Masquerades as mindless spirits of vengeance. Nothing new. The Second Book: Spoke of their preference for striking during the lunar eclipse. Useless. The Third and Fourth: Were essentially carbon copies of each other, claiming the Masquerades were "karmic balancers" who only targeted those who had broken ancient blood oaths or those who are set to destroy our kind by their wicked heart.

My fingers examined the fine-textured white substance. It smelled of old perfume and...gasoline? The odd scent only boggled me more. "What are you?" I whispered. Was it just some powdered chemical to keep the bugs out? Or something else entirely? ◇ "Vampirar et Dhampirica" The gothic-styled calligraphy printed in gold ink intrigued me as I studied the brownish, tattered cover. It was a vintage-looking book Miles currently engrossed himself in as he sat next to me.

The incantation was a spell of desiccation, one that would slowly drain the life force from the vampire and render it powerless. "*Obscura noctis tenere potentia, voco tenebris umbrae, Et umbrae effigiem Vampiri tangere, constringere, sub iugo tenere. Firmamentum noxium, vox obscura, ligare sanguinem et animam, Arte magica te corripiam, vinciam, atque te in nihilum redigam.Vampirus neque mortuus neque vivus sit, sed inter utrumque, exsistat, Nec requiem nec gaudium habeat, sed aeternum cruciatum patiatur. In nomine Daemonium, per Noctem Aeternam, hoc sicut dico fiat*" Nara chanted.

After a few minutes more the candle lights came on again while the owls returned. I waited to watch in alert and zero seconds. The new vampires stood up in their immortal forms, all in a separate species from the other. They were all physically different. The first one looked very similar to the joker, only this one had fangs, longer nails, a deadly face that made him look like an angry bat, short, red-skinned, and a very huge head. I quickly recognized that one to be the night prowler. He was of the Yara-ma-yha-who breed. An ancient breed common in Japan.

He trailed his lips down to her hand and kissed the back of her knuckles. "It's been a pleasure, Miss Willow." he said before releasing her hand and getting in the car. Willow placed her hands over her chest, her heart drumming against the bone as she watched the car drive off. That only confirmed it now. Dante was a Vampire, and somehow their lives are going to become intertwined. ----------

Her head was tilted, sniffing the air. “Clearly dinner was burned,” she stated offhandedly as she continued to walk. “I smell vampire for sure, they have masked their scents which means they are strong at least, or powerful enough to do that.” I clenched my teeth, weaker vampires did not have that ability, only the strongest and oldest did which meant we weren’t dealing with rookies but the real deal. Whoever wanted Sloane was powerful, which didn’t bode well for any rescue attempts. She reached the bedroom, which was exactly as we had left it, you would never know they had knocked out and kidnapped someone then left via our room. Emily circled around the bed and headed to the window, her ha

He whispered, his tongue making a click sound as he began to draft a new contract. As he waits for Gaby’s return, he unbuttoned his shirt while letting down the curtains. For a vampire like him, he doesn’t like seeing the moon as they reminded him of a particular person and he hates it with every vein in his body. He plucked a paper from the colored stacked sticky paper and scribbled on it while smirking. “We will see who will be the first person to back away from the war.” He grinned, folding the paper and at the same time, the door was opened by Gaby. “Here, make sure that you secure an apartment there or else, return with the head of the owner.” He ordered, passing the folded paper to Gab

Part of me wants to feel the mind blowing pleasure of his bit again, right now, even if it would kill me. "You can't see it, but you are marked. Every vampire will know that you are already mine. None of them can steal you away from me." Master moves back and Alice/Lisa moves into view. "Put these clothes on." She helps me into an unfamiliar sweat shirt and sweat pants, then the shoes I wore with my costume. Master moves back into view. "You are going to go into a deep trance now." His finger touches my forehead. Darkness. The next instant, I am unlocking the door of my apartment. My left hand is tightly gripping a crumpled piece of paper. Even before I finish unfolding it, I know that it co

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.

She believed sometimes knowledge and curiosity would put someone's life at risk and she didn't want to drag anyone along with her crazy obsession about supernatural beings. With her secret collection, she knew that the prominent kind residing with humans were vampires. They were categorized in three categories. Pureblooded were those who were born as vampires with parents who were both vampires, they were the strongest. Turned vampires, humans who went through transition. And half-vampires, those who were fruits of the union of vampires and humans.