Romans & histoires Vintage Vampire

Finally, she took out a bottle and opened it in one expert movement. She leaned under the bar and grabbed a chiseled crystal glass. She put it delicately in front of the vampire and served him a glass of wine. The vampire graciously took the crystal and sniffed the contents. "Mmm. That is exquisite. Romanée-Conti?" "That is correct, Elder." Augustin laughed softly and held out his glass to be filled. "Is this the '45 vintage?" Amber looked down at the bottle she was holding before nodding. The vampire's eyes seemed to sparkle for a moment, and he clicked his long nails on the wood of the counter. "What excess and lore the Crescent Moon pack is offering us tonight!"

It was because time decided to slow down the second time I twirled her, giving my body time to overtake my mind once again and decide that I was going to dip her. It was because of how she gracefully hooked her hands behind my neck, like she was the master of an art that she had never tried before. And that smile. That damn smile she gave me. That damn perfect smile. That's where I lost it. I let out a deep sigh, turning the water down to its coolest temperature. I've been on this earth for over four centuries and never have I once felt something like that in regards to someone else. Vampires are greedy creatures. We see something that we want and we take it. That's just how we work.

Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curiosity getting the best of him. Melia arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to tell you that," she replied firmly, her voice as cool as a winter breeze.

Mina said, “You’re a werewolf. Why are you reading that garbage?” “Um, because Twilight launched a whole host of awesomeness,” she said. Rafe chuckled. He was sitting a little too close to Rina than is appropriate. “I find I prefer Anne Rice’s works if I’m in the mood for vampire fiction.” “Who?” Elsie asked. “She wrote Interview With A Vampire,” Rose responded without looking up from her phone. “Ah, the golden age of Brad Pitt,” Rina giggled. Sue also sighed. “Antonio Banderas was yummy in that as well.”

After generations of Vampire to the present time Vampire was no longer afraid of the sun, they could also walk during the day, but the operating time was mostly night. Phoebe Robert Vampire is a hybrid of man and Vampire, her mother was human because of her love for her father and she was born. Born at a time when Vampire is disregarded, even if it is a hybrid Vampire, the characteristics of a Vampire are still very clear and no different from purebreds.

but my parents taught me to always keep the mate bond. I come upon a lake and it looks like there was a struggle, I can smell wolf's blood and the eucalyptus and peppermint is back but it's mixed with tobacco and rum, I'm worried now, maybe my mate has been hurt. I can't see any blood other than the wolf's blood but I can smell vampire blood, I look around trying to find any sign when the smell of eucalyptus and peppermint hits me hard, Nova is going crazy screaming one word over and over "MATE!!!"

Maki is a lonely high-class vampire, she doesn't go out of her way to do stupid things and most importantly this is the scent of a male vampire. "It's the eight-year-old vampire that follows Sharmaine, the high-ranking vampire." Osmund asserts, Augustus is a vampire with tremendous power but appears in the form of an eight-year-old boy. "Eight-year-old vampire?" Violet was skeptical. “He is definitely the cause.” Osmund affirms that Augustus is a high ranking vampire, he will soon regain his superior strength. Osmund didn't expect Augustus to be able to regain his strength so quickly, he couldn't look down on Augustus.

With fright funneling through my body, I watch through shaky eyes as the Vampire grunts and glowers grimly at her. “I won’t miss my aim again” Mortiz warns coldly, her voice stern and letting me know once more just how capable a Demon she is. I know if she strikes him again, it’ll be over. The Vampire holds his reproach while gripping the left side of his chest that’s bleeding into the lime-green cardigan he wears. The sight of blood dying into the bright fabric doesn’t sit well with me and I start to fidget with anxiety. He moves his blood-red lips rustily to imitate a wry smirk as he rattles hoarsely, “I guess I underestimated you a bit back there…”

Then how did he end up having a daughter of my age. "Your Majesty, my father is as old as His Majesty's mother. The faces of vampires usually don't give away their ages." "So cool. Can I become a vampire too?" Rayene's voice made all of us snap our heads in her direction. "Ray!" "Come on, El! Won't it be so cool if he remained forever pretty!?" Her excitement made all of us laugh as I flicked her forehead making her pout. "All you think about is pretty things."

I got out of the car to investigate. The scent of a vampire was thick in the air. There was also a hint of werewolf. I glanced at the cliffside. Had someone been chasing her? Coming to rest beside her, the girl’s face was covered in wounds, as well as the rest of her body. Her dress was torn—was she a vampire cast out? Vampire bloodlines were rare, and there had always been a strong emphasis on their descendants, so it would be odd if she were.