Romans & histoires Vetala Supernatural

“I have associates here in the hospital who owe me huge favors. I have called in all those favors so that you and I might be sheltered here. Here in the hospital, some, like your personal doctor and personal nurse, know that you are Dr. Carl Leighton and I am Mr. X and that J is my son. Once you accompany me outside these walls and begin hunting vampires with me here in Underdenver, you must be my assistant Carl Jones, and you will call me Mr. M, J’s uncle rather than J’s father. Do you understand?” “Yes,” I said. And I did, except for about J. I resolved to, one day when things were calmer and I felt even more rapport with X, that I would ask him about J, his son. Who was his mother? Or was

“ I think it’s time we send someone to the human world, to prepare for our coming… the crucial question now is… who shall we send? “The silent Lucifer finally talked. “I will go, send me your majesty, “the Ant-Man stated his willingness to be the vanguard to invade the human world. Immediately after that, the entire room turned to the vegetable market. They were all arguing amongst themselves about the right person to send until the great serpent Leviathan stood up to talk… then silence descended. No one dared to say a word again. The great devil Lucifer quickly talked before the giant serpent would damage their eardrums with his Soundwave. “We’ll decide on it after my daughter’s wedding cer

He shut his eyes, not wishing to see the monster I was. "Look at me!" I growled, morphing back to human. He needed to trust me first. When he opened his eyes I put him down, maintained social distance and wiped the blood from my mouth with the back of my hand, flashed a warm friendly smile, "am a newly turned vampire, I don't want to kill anyone, so I choose to drink blood without harming innocent people like you doctor. So, here is what we are going to do!" I moved toward him in a blink of an eye. Compulsion was the best way out, "you are going to get me twenty bags of blood in the trash can outside the exit. Forget I was here!" He shut his eyes for a minute, and when he opened them, I had

Valkerie nodded, her reptilian eyes blinking slowly. "Yes, Evana. You are the reincarnation of my first master who was mated to a hybrid. He was a werewolf and a witch but I did not root for him. He was evil and cruel and he wanted to use my master to take so many packs by force," she adds as I brush my hands through Moonlight's fur. "You must be careful. I don't think Zanicus is going to let this opportunity slip off," Valkerie says in warning and I furrow my brows.

Willow stared at him for awhile as he kept his eyes away. "Is there something I can do? Get you water or...?" Willow paused. She was throwing options out there, but Dante was no ordinary being. He is a Vampire. She had very little knowledge of the creatures, which was her fault for not being as prepared to possibly deal with them, but how would she have known she would be in the same room as one?

“Which brings me to another question, Ildara, what is vingsai? How can the obedience move to me?” “Who else could it have been if it wasn't for the Emperor who ordered them to?” Ildara giggled when Venus blinked as if she just remembered. “Vingsai—like that one—” Ildara twitched her chin in the direction of the rotten man, “—is a dead man who used to be evil and has been re-created by the anger gathered on the First Earth.” Venus frowned. “What does this have to do with the First Earth?” Ildara leaned forward. “Every dimension on Earth is always related, Venus. Where do you think the spirits came from on the First Earth? Or creatures called banaspati? The volt-man might have come from the Fi

After I acquired the power of Vuitton, it took me centuries to find Varga who apparently is the last Galvan in existence. According to what the vampyres and witches refer to as ‘The Chronicles’, Galvans became the most rare creatures to ever walk the surface of this earth before finally dying off leaving Varga as the last. They were gifted with different abilities and took the shape and form of different beasts and were so unique compared to all other supernatural creatures. Varga took the shape and form of what humans on earth know to be a sabre-toothed tiger.

What started as a struggling racing brand with two broken-down garages had become a full enterprise — sponsorship deals, media contracts, international exposure. I built that. I also built Damien. Not her. “It’s mine now,” she replied coolly. The calmness in her tone only made my anger spike higher. She unfolded a paper and handed it to me. “It’s done,” she said simply. My fingers trembled as I snatched the papers from her. I scanned the first page quickly. My eyes widened. It was an official deed for the company. Lilith Voss, biological daughter of Elias Thorne, named sole successor and rightful heir to Thorne’s Renegades.

She raised her hand and snapped her fingers. Behind her, the air tore open. Literally tore—like reality splitting into a wound. From the darkness within, two figures stepped out. Vampires. Tall, pale, with that unnatural stillness of the undead. Light black leather armor. Short swords glowing with dark energy—silver infused with something demonic. A shadow portal. Malik’s warlock had opened a gate straight into the greenhouse basement. “You’ve got company,” Valentina said. “And before you think about screaming—there are four more upstairs. Your silver guardian friend was the first to fall. Paralyzed spell. She’s alive… but if you don’t cooperate, she won’t be.”

When the dust settles, when the screams echo no more, I will stand above it all as Alpha Kael Vorthrane, unbroken, untouchable and unstoppable. Revenge is my life, it is my purpose, and tonight, it begins.