Viking Vampire Novelas e Histórias

stretched into a cold smile. The blade of the dagger flashed - and William was free, leaving his long, luxurious hair in the enemy’s hand. Hugo only managed to raise his head in bewilderment when the young man’s strong hand ripped open his chest, crushing his bones. Blood splashed into William's aloof face. The young man shook his head, feeling an unusual lightness: short strands of hair curled in disarray, blocking his view. But William didn't need eyes - he sensed the presence of vampires, feeling their dark Power. The brunette spread his arms to the sides and smiled, as if inviting enemies looking at him in bewilderment. The higher ones looked at each other, not understanding why this wea

Among them, two figures stood above the rest—not only because of their physiques, but because of the dangerous aura surrounding them. Sokaris, the Norse god, stood as still as a granite statue. His bare torso was covered in scars that told stories of forgotten battles, and his icy blue eyes constantly sought mine, making my cheeks flush. If looks could get someone pregnant, we'd already be expecting twenty pups... damn... it's getting hot in here... Kallie whispered inside my mind as she peeked through my eyes. Several yards away, Vladimir, the Vampire King, wore a predatory smile. Despite the ban on magic, his natural speed and reflexes made him a terrifying opponent.

Dan said, so I quickly looked away. So he was no longer a v*rgin when he met me? Oh, no! I hope he doesn't have any diseases like AIDS! Wait, do vampires even get those diseases? "Why do you look like that? Sorry, but I'm a vampire, and we don't get those things, so we're safe, so you don't have to worry. Also, I swear to you, I will not be able to find someone like you," Dan said, and he smirked at me and leaned his face toward me.

Viggo pleaded with her. Karina fell silent for a moment. At first, she had hesitated to disclose what had transpired on the night when Viggo had disappeared, and she had followed him to a room where the werewolves gathered. It was there that she had overheard the shocking truth – her own father, Harry, had become a vessel for the Lycan. In essence, Harry had been dead for who knew how long. As she attempted to convey this, her voice caught, and her throat grew tight.

They were enclosed by vampires who were snarling and gnashing their teeth ready to rip the huntress and his accomplices apart. “I have been anticipating you, Marissa Hunter.” Vadim smirked as he took a step forward.

~Miranda Screams. Fear. Bloodshed. Chaos. That day was the darkest day of my clan. It had been predicted by the oracle that a comet will pass over the sky and turn the sun red. A red sun was a vampire's most feared because it always left us powerless, weak and too drained to fight against any danger that would come. It was our weakness. We tried to keep this information a secret but somehow, it had gotten to the werewolves and they chose to attack us on that day.

She could practice fighting with her brother when he was free. She thought of going back. From afar she could sense three unknown vampires among her family. She increased her pace to reach the castle in time for dinner. When she opened the door to the dining room, she was very surprised to see three vampires staring at her. There was a woman who was of her mother's age and a girl who seemed older than her and beautiful and lastly a boy who seemed Kyson's age. He had blonde hair and sharp features and good-looking for his age. He seemed dangerous but Ingrid could not help but felt drawn towards him.

His face changed immediately to one of anger, he looked as if he had seen a long term enemy. "Welcome to my pack vampire Blade." Vincent said, staring at Blade, Blade stared at him in surprise, he was not expecting to see this man whom he has cut off his arm since the last previous years in the last war caused by Lucas and his pack. Bella stared at the previous alpha, the werewolf was getting older and weaker. She wondered why no one had recognized her, perhaps it was because she was no longer an ordinary werewolf, but a werewolf and vampire, perhaps her vampire scent must have masked her true scent.

“Dates don’t make sense. You can’t have been in business meetings in the 1800s Viktor. What the fuck are you?” He stood up slowly and came behind me, hands gripping my hips. “You already know the answer in your gut. I’m not like other men. I’ve walked this earth for centuries. Blood keeps me young, and power keeps me alive.” My heart pounded but my pussy clenched hard around nothing. I should have been terrified. Instead I was getting wet again. “So you drink blood… you kill people. And I just let you cum inside me like a stupid slut.” Viktor spun me around and lifted me onto the big wooden desk, spreading my thighs wide. “Not stupid Raven. Hungry, just like me.”

After a few minutes more the candle lights came on again while the owls returned. I waited to watch in alert and zero seconds. The new vampires stood up in their immortal forms, all in a separate species from the other. They were all physically different. The first one looked very similar to the joker, only this one had fangs, longer nails, a deadly face that made him look like an angry bat, short, red-skinned, and a very huge head. I quickly recognized that one to be the night prowler. He was of the Yara-ma-yha-who breed. An ancient breed common in Japan.