Romans & histoires Vampyr Jonathan Reid

My father takes a quick glance at us before gesturing to us to take our respective seats. He is sitting relaxedly, leaning comfortably against the soft cushion of his specially designed chair. He is tall- a bit taller than my mother, with a perfect build. His short yet thick black hair is swept backwards. In addition to his perfect look, he is wearing rimless glasses, making him look a hundred times more confident and charming. You can never guess that this handsome vampire is thousand years old. He is Harvey Judson, the merciless, righteous emperor, the sun of the vampire world.

[Dwolo Eyes - 2019, 01 April] Suspicious of an amateur journalist. Had followed some humans who he thought were vampires and wolf-shifters. One or two are actually them. Many take photos with very clear and good results. One photo shows a vampire on the edge of the forest, sucking the blood of a pig. It is too much evidence. Forced to erase some of his memory using Emergency-Hipno, and cover up the anomaly with a car accident. In the case of the shifters, it has been reported to the relevant people. Check, peruse, and double check. Everything has settled. [Tael Eyes - 2019, 01 August]

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

I stepped back from him, shaking my head, “Aiday,” Dad muttered, I looked at him, “It has to be a daughter of an Alpha and the Prince of the Vampires.” Jackson finished. I felt like I had just been punched in the gut. I was racking my brain, thinking about all of the packs, and not one of the Alpha’s had daughters, not one except...me…

Which is why werewolves or other supernaturals are afraid of pure blooded vampires. It took Reid a moment to snap out of it. And when he did, he realized quickly what Julian was thinking. He could see Julian was on the verge of tears. He could see his eyes were already filled with them as he nervously bit at his lip and played with his fingers while looking down. Afraid to look at him. He quickly moved forward, scooping him up and into his arms. "It's okay my love, don't think those thoughts. I don't care what it is, it's my child and I will love it and accept it no matter what! I was just a little shocked, I wasn't expecting that."

These were ghosts from the Maddox family’s more shadowed corners, men whose histories were scrubbed and rewritten with Maddox money. Reid, stocky with an eternal five o'clock shadow and a stare that could freeze a bullet mid-air, was bent over his laptop. He’d been on camera duty all night, scanning public footage, digging into anything with a digital trace. His tattoos curled up his neck and under his ear like smoke.

Adrian's POV Vampires had no true dawn. The sky over the Prince's domain was forever wrapped in heavy night. But when the old clock in the manor struck its sixth toll, I knew the long night had passed. I didn't get drunk again. But the dream didn't fade. If anything, it grew clearer. Clear enough that I could no longer explain it away as a dream. I saw another lifetime. In that lifetime, the Council forced Clara back into the human world.

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.”