Vampyr Jonathan Reid Novels & Stories

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

"I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had survived from her ability before, so no doubt that the werewolf is dead by now." I couldn't move. Anger rushed through my veins and I felt like I was a

I blurted. To be honest, I was tired, emotionally drained and I had an awful headache coming on. I was surprised by Zions action, he picked me up. He was stronger, so I was not shocked when he lifted me without effort. Zion was larger than any man I had ever seen. Even larger than my brothers and dad combined, It was no surprise, he spent hs entire life weightlifting, I know this because we would always go up the gym everyday till we graduated. Zion may be considered to big for some people to find attractive, but it was his size that made him look intimidating to werewolves, to me, the more intimidating the person is, the more attractive, because they could protect us and they are obviously

"Ouch, shit! Somebody get this damn vampire off of me!" Noah hollers out and we all quickly look in his direction to see Julian on top of him with his fangs buried in his neck while growling. Julian sits up after yanking his fangs out of Noah's neck and I can see his eyes are red letting me know Sid his vampire is forward. "I told you to stop calling me pipsqueak!" Sid growls out before getting off of Noah. Reid laughs as he walks over and wraps his arms around Sid. Sid looks at him growling before leaping into his arms and sinking his fangs into Reid's neck.

Blood kept welling up between my fingers anyway. My own back had taken a few rounds. The silver was lodged against bone, and the pain left me barely able to hold on. But I didn't dare let go. "Adrian. Stay awake." I looked down at him, my voice shaking hard. "The doctor's almost here." "Just hold on." He lay in my arms, his face a terrible shade of white. Vampires were never warm to begin with. But in that moment, I could feel him going cold, inch by inch.

The air charged with their presence, the weight of Virelli’s empire pressing into the night. Reid froze only a fraction of a second, then he laughed. It was hollow, sharp, a sound that scraped against the walls. “So, the little sister slithers into the serpent’s den.” He turned, angling Julian’s chair so the gun pressed against Julian’s temple. “How quaint.” “Let him go,” Rhea snapped, her jaw clenched, eyes burning. Julian, though his body screamed in pain, let his lips curl into something vicious. “What’s wrong, Reid? Weren’t you about to show me your genius? Looks like the show just got an audience.”

Wade turned around and walked further towards the wood when a vampire from behind called him. “I suppose you were the one who brought her here.” that vampire said. He was the son of the vampire’s chief. His name was Jonathan. He was a friend of Wade too. “The chief’s calling me, right?” Wade sighed. “And I’d advise you to run.” Jonathan chuckled. Wade went to Jonathan and hugged him, “Thanks buddy!” “Don’t worry. I won’t let them kill them.” Jonathan winked at Wade. “You knew we were bringing Dara here?” Angelina inspected and asked Jonathan.

End of flashback. I'm the final one who will choose a card to look at. They were each in possession of their own. I sincerely hope that it is not a murder card. As soon as I picked it up, I noticed that the font was a striking shade of red. It was common knowledge to me. MURDERER! Oh, get a grip. I don't want it, but I shouldn't confess that I want to avoid it. I keep a straight expression throughout the game. Everyone who was playing stopped what we were doing and just stared. Nobody made a sound, and nobody moved in its direction. The only sound I can hear is the rustling of leaves and branches caused by the wind outside.

In a room with black and red tones, an old, pale-skinned man was standing by the window. His gaze was fixed on the vast expanse of sky, the wind that occasionally blew against his black robe. Jason Victor is a vampire king who has been the leader of the vampire nation for years. She is a pure vampire with red irises and fangs in her teeth, her strength is never in doubt. Shortly after that, someone walked into the room, crouched down facing Jason while lowering her head. Sensing someone behind him, Jason turned slightly, still facing the window.

The overpowering scent of wolf caught my attention as the gates opened and Ryder drove inside. An old man stood by the bottom of the steps, a younger man’s arm under his elbow. “Ryder Grey! You are a sight for sore eyes my old friend!” “Gideon, it’s good to see you!” “You remember my son, Phillipe.” Ryder and the old man hugged briefly and he shook hands with the younger man, who was also smiling. Wolves and vampires eyed each other and Maxim climbed out when I did. The old man regarded me with a smile on his face even though I didn’t smile back.