Novel & Cerita Vampire Victoria

She reluctantly sat there, looking at the Goddess in front of her. "Give me your hand," Hecate offered, showing the girl her upturned palm. She placed hers in it, a little surprised at the coldness meeting her skin. "You are grieving. Your heart has been broken by the vampire," the Goddess' voice sounded ominous and powerful, suddenly coming from all around her. Diana's breath hitched in her throat. The Goddess wrapped her hand around hers, her sharp and black nails quickly sinking into Diana's skin like tiny blades, drawing blood. Diana let out a pained mewl, eyes widening with alarm.

Melia burst out laughing. "You're sweet, really," she said, still laughing. "I can see why I didn't bite your collarbone." "You're, oh my God," he shouted out of nowhere, standing up and backing away. Melia stood up straight again and faced him. "What am I?" "You are... unbelievable!" he exclaimed, and it seemed that everything he had been feeling just a few minutes ago faded away to a feeling of awe. "Biting, 38-degree food, hell, aura," he said to himself, connecting the dots. "Yes, Orleans, I am a vampire."

Alaric was upset with the deal Adna proposed to him. Not that his blood wasn't weak to perform necromancing but he had no one to teach him. Alaric was sitting in his office, with his head in his hands. Behind the wall hangs a portrait of a woman. She was no other than the famous Zara Knight, Alaric's mother. Below the portrait, there was a wooden decor where all the trophies were placed. It was from her mother, she was a vampire hunter. She hunted more than hundred of rogue vampires who were supposedly a threat to the entire community.

"Anyone who associates with you is not innocent. But I'm talking about the human girl you abducted two days ago from a nightclub." Confusion ran through me at Francis' words. I leaned forward as the grip on the phone tightened. "I never did anything of the sort." Sol denied it immediately. Francis pulled out a phone to show Sol something, but I couldn't see what it was. "Is that so? Reports say that a woman named Kaya Taylor, aged 25, was seen at your place of residence recently. You are in violation of taking a human into the residency of a well-known pureblooded vampire without the permission of the VHO." (Note: Vampire Hunter Organization=VHO)

He staggered back and loosened his grip, which allowed her to break free. Knowing that she didn't stand a chance at repossessing her sword, she pulled one of the smaller daggers out of her belt and launched it at the vampire, who had now regained his focus and was heading for her. The dagger struck him in the heart and a loud shriek escaped him as he burst into flames, ending up as nothing more than a pile of ash within seconds.

“What can I get you, sir?” “I’ll take a Bloody Mary.” The bartender grabs a glass and some of the bottles that are nearby and starts the drink. Like the drop of a hat something comes over me. “You know what,” I slide the tray fully back onto the counter, “I will take a drink. Surprise me; just make sure it’s strong.” My head jerks in Maxwell’s direction, “And I have a feeling that he would love his drink to be extra bloody and maybe a Victoria instead of a Mary. Marys seem too uptight,” I interrupt. What kind of vampire can drink Bloody Marys anyways? Is the bartender in on his secret and he adds a little something extra to it when no one’s looking?

It was like an instant calmness in the room with her here too. Victoria relaxed at the sound of her voice. “That girl needs a slap. How dare she say such rubbish.” “Victora, you are special, and what that girl said is true. You are powerful.” Ethel explained gently, and the colour just drained from Victoria's face. “I am a witch?” she whispered, hardly believing her ears. “You have witch blood in your veins. You are extremely powerful.” Ethel told her. My mate would find it very hard to process this information, but I would be there for her no matter what.

She pouted then trudged out of the room. Nadia widened her eyes as the man came closer to her. He lifted his own wrist to his mouth and chomped down. The sound of breaking skin sent a cringing shiver down her spine. Blood pooled from the prick and Damon offered her his wrist. Nadia instantly shook her head. “You’re delusional.” She retorted. Damon furrowed his brows. “Vampire blood heals little wolf.” He urged his wrist forward for her to take. “I’m not drinking that.” She pursed her lips.

She was remembering—reliving—the moment that had shattered her. This was the night Dominic was transformed into a vampire. The memory played out before me like a dark, tragic theater, each detail sharper and clearer. I could still hear the screams, the low moans, and the deadly silence that had followed his transformation. Victoria had been the one to make him, to doom him to the curse that now defined his very existence.

Yet within a single night, she had become a discarded outcast. A vampire without Coven protection was the lowest existence in their world. “You deserve to be abandoned by Vivienne Sterling!” Ava Morgan shrieked. “That’s why she left you—because she was completely disappointed in you!” “Everything you’re suffering now is the price for the pain you caused her!” Dominic Costa snapped. With a wave of his hand, he activated a Blood Suppression Command, crushing her to the floor. “Silence.” “You filthy creature—you dare speak her name?”