روايات وقصص ضمن Vampirina Poppy And Bridget

A tall, dark-skinned man on the screen had a woman pinned to the wall, his eyes glowing red, fangs bared as he bit into her neck. Zara gasped, visibly intrigued. Bri smirked. “Lame.” Zara slapped her bicep. “You have no taste.” Bri laughed, eyes lingering on her. “Since that glittery vampire movie, I can’t take them seriously.” Zara giggled, then shifted on the couch, crawling into Bri’s lap like it was nothing. Her thighs pressed across Bri’s lap, weight settling perfectly. Bri instinctively moved her hands to hold her—but Zara slapped them away.

The woman looked offended, “I live here, so it’s mine.” “Malcom Murray brought me here.” Poppy sighed, “I’m trying to get home.” “You American?” The woman squinted at Poppy as if sizing her up. “Yes?” Poppy had no idea what this was about now. “So you’re that Poppy.” She nodded to herself for a moment. “Well, I guess that makes my job a little easier.” Poppy had no idea what the lady was talking about until she whipped out a small, hollow stick and brought it to her lips. By the time Poppy realized it was a blow dart, she felt a small prick as a dart sank into her shoulder.

Watch out Gordon, her hair is sharper than the sword that your father gave us. Brianna warns her boyfriend. "You will be dead and I will going to collect you two as my new puppet" That was what the girl said while Brianna and Gordon were busy fighting with the humans that were made puppets by the girl that they still don't know what kind of creature. Brianna can smell vampire blood to the girl yet there was still something on it. Maybe she was a hybrid. However, that was not the right time to think about what kind of creature she is. That thing that they needed to do was to kill her.

he asserted. “We are aware, your Highnesses,” the blonde stated. “Introduce us, kind sir,” the Victorian-dressed female hissed. “Jade, that is Elizabeth Montgomery, Cedric Jackson, and Stefan Romonav, I'm certain that you know who the vampires and the single werewolf are,” Conri growled sternly and I nodded. “It's an honor to meet the three of you,” I said kindly. “Stefan, please test the young female so we can report back to the Moon Goddess,” Elizabeth ordered and Stefan gave her a glaring warning.

I watched her face as I said that, her brows scrunching in concentration while she processed my words. “That explains why you aren’t pasty like me” she said, wrinkling her nose and looking at her arms. “I mean according to pop culture vampires are pale, hate the sun or die from it, have an aversion to garlic and can be killed by driving a stake through their heart.” Her gray eyes flicked to mine, and she gave me a wry grin. “Don’t worry Cade, I don’t plan on turning into Buffy anytime soon.” I laughed at that and so did she.

If Smite really wanted to deal with her she would. But unfortunately for her, Poppy wasn’t a trembling little deer anymore. No. She was a panther in training. And just like we practiced, Poppy widened her eyes so big I thought they might pop out of her skull. She didn’t blink once until fat tears started falling down her cheeks. Then she started crying so loud that it made it sound like someone had just murdered her entire bloodline. She was so convincing that even Head Maid Smite froze. Her mouth dropped as she was speechless, like she couldn’t believe Poppy had busted into tears out of nowhere. But before Smite could recover, Poppy was already defending herself.

a grim reaper reported. "What did you say? Did you say, Zanea?" his eyes widened in fear as he looked at the grim reaper. The man bent down his knees and frowned, "Yes, archangel. His name was written in the list," he responded and his heart sank to realized that Zanea was the one who killed the Vampire.

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

His thumb gently rubbed over her now pebbled nipple. “Bite me, Callan.” She gasped, arching her back when a shudder rack through her. Heck! She was going insane. How she'd just so shamelessly asked the vampire to bite into her, to suckle on her life force. How long had she been here? Days? Weeks? Had it somehow found a way to mess with her mind? She was a bloody hunter for fuck's sake! Hunters didn't fuck their preys, neither did they ask to be bitten. But surely she wasn't stupid enough to think that she was the hunter. Not when she was prey to both brother's touch and desires.

Elizabeth must have seen something on her face, because she said, “Nothing is stronger than the bond between you and your husband; he will never love anyone as much as he loves you.” She turned to Elizabeth. “Declan said he can break the bond.” “Yes, but that rarely happens. It’s the most painful thing of all for a vampire to do – severing the bond with his bride feels like death, I’ve heard.” “Have you ever made…transformed someone?” “No,” Ann said, “Only men can make vampires.” “Well, that hardly seems fair,” Aster said. “Why?” Elizabeth shrugged, “Why can only human women give birth? It is what it is.”