Romans & histoires Van Helsing Vampire Brides Bat Form

The music blasted through the living room and everyone enjoyed the music, including me, of course. Every once in a while, I would check up on the boys, making sure that they were having enough drinks. I want them all to get wasted tonight, including Alex, which was the only way for me to sneak inside his office room. "Do vampires even get drunk?" I asked Elena, who laughed before nodding, her dance moves already getting sloppy. "Special wine darling! Vervain or some shit mixed, I don't know!" she giggled before walking up to James and grinding her back against him. She's definitely drunk

"Arraa. Come here." Arra was currently checking a small passage that she saw when she heard a deep and cold voice calling out her name. Her eyes widened and a smile plastered on her face. Finally, someone came here to let her out of this scary place. So she turns around with a smile on her face but only to find out that a scary tall man was standing at her back and staring at her. The man was so tall that she had to look up to see his face. His eye was red and has a dark circle on it. He also has pointed fangs on his mouth and it looks very scary. He wears a long dark coat that covers his whole body. Arra screamed at the top of her lungs and quickly cover her face with her two shaking hands.

Even though Myra did trust him, he swooped a regal hand over his honey locks. “Fuck, why was he so damn perfect?” she cursed. “I'll go ahead to check the gates; it's stranger and quieter than usual,” Remnick called as she watched him. She was frozen in place as she watched the vampire shift. The moment he raised his arms, they were webbed with bat wings that stretched from his back before he fully turned into one, and his bat form was bone-chilling. Myra couldn’t help but imagine a normal, innocent human coming in contact with him and dying with this image in their head, begging that before his teeth sank into their throat. It made her remember that this male was dangerous and powerful.

DEVIN It took me about twenty minutes to drive over to the countess of blood's house. Wilhelmina"Lilith" Harker was the crazy undead bride of the most fearsome vampire that ruled the eighteenth century. Her nickname was coined from her unending taste for men's blood after the assassination of her husband Vlad the impaler. It was said that she was unable to feel a love any like the kind Dracula has shown to her and had reverted to reliving the only memory she and her husband shared; draining the lives of the innocent. Given all that, Lilith made her home in a ritzy subdivision by the name of the fraternity house where she threw unholy parties with her sires and pets before she got bored and k

Still found no-one leaving,it was a bright moonlight night so every guard guarding the villa was visible. I sighed, staring at the moon when I saw a black shadow of a bird -like creature flying through. No, a bat. " How can I forget about vampires shifting into their bat's form? Alberto probably took advantage of his tiny bat's size to trespass the villa without getting seen!" I sighed again and closed the balcony's door. I climbed on the bed and wrapped myself in a blanket, trying to get some sleep. Nevertheless, my eyes were wide open in suspense. Many questions were coming into my mind. The most prominent question was why Brendon was unaware of the spies installed in his pack?

The witch's hair had barely touched her shoulders while his bride has waist-long platinum white curls that were currently pinned in a bun at the base of her neck. Vladimir's eyes flickered towards his bride's lips which were naturally blood red, he couldn't help but recall the witch's lips were pale and chapped. His bride was dressed in a light blue gown made of a fabric that made it seem like she was wearing clouds. Her hands and arms were hidden in opera gloves. Not even an inch of her skin was exposed beside her neck. There was no way~ If there was even a slight chance of these two women being the same then Vladimir was not a Vampire, he was a hippie.

“Where did you get it?” He licked his cracked lips. “I found it.” “Try again,” I said with a scowl. I was met with nothing but silence. With a sigh, I turned the pendant with a fingertip until the sigil faced me. There it was: a four-pointed motif around a central fang-mark; it was a covenant sign meaning Old Vampire. I lifted my gaze to him and curled my lip. “You are not a vampire… how did you get this crest?” I asked him, slamming my fist against the table… hard.

EROS I look at her lying there on my bed; her scent invades my nose and excites me. I step away, going to the balcony of my room, taking in fresh air, trying to clear my mind. Adrian is crossing the line—parading with the hybrid in front of everyone as if she were his was bold, an affront to me. But worse still was seeing and hearing him apologize for sucking her blood. The damn blood that belongs to me. “What’s bothering you, cousin?” Marian untransforms from a small bat into her vampire form.

Crystal thought dreamily. Damien chuckled. “I can hear your thoughts now”. “You can hear my thoughts ??”. Crystal gasped. She knew he wasn’t a human but how could he hear her thoughts now?? “I’m a vampire”. She laughed. “Oh really? So are you gonna suck my blood now?”. She teased thinking he was joking. Damien’s eyes changed color to red as his fangs came out. Crystal Almost fled away. “Oh my fucking goodness!!!”. She scream so loud as Damien quickly changed back to normal thinking he had scared her.