Voldermort Novels & Stories

He already knows what is wrong but he still needs to confirm. He studied the young woman's wounds. There are scratches around her arms and legs. Probably from the dragging by her predators. Jones is a vampire but after years of practicing self-control, he managed to make his senses devoid of any scent. If his guess was true, then this woman's blood wouldn't affect him no matter how addictive her blood is.

That’s why she made a wise decision and moved to the human world a hundred years ago. “I know, Lucas. Being the leader of the vampires after my mom died, he has a lot of powers. He is the strongest vampire now, and if he gets the potion, he will ruin the tenuous peace between our worlds. But we cannot help it,” Vanessa mumbled. “But we can just hope that Alex realizes how bad Phil is before he gives him the potion.”

He fought down a smile. Liv's breaths came quickly as her eyes locked on his body. He had muscles she hadn't even known existed. He was like a marble sculpture, all hard planes and valleys, veins popping out from his extraordinary muscles. When his thumbs tugged down his briefs, her breath caught in anticipation, but he shifted before Liv could even get a glance at what was under the black cloth. She jerked in surprise. Between one blink and the next, he'd gone from a muscled Viking warrior to a huge, white wolf. He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones.

I couldn’t help but smile at her. “As for the regular vampire abilities, we all have the ability to teleport and move with incredible speed,” Bernard continued to explain. “We all have heightened senses and can see in the dark with ease. We are also immortal, but not indestructible. Everybody has kryptonite. Ours happens to be silver. Silver weapons are used to kill us. The sun makes us ill and we could die if exposed long enough, but we won’t burn alive or explode.” “And we can eat garlic just fine,” Carter added with a smirk. “I hate that stereotype.”

I I attended, yet disabled, when Vidar if transformed and changed as if he was if transforming in your Wolf. Only what in turn in to grow It is by the sprout, your body shrunk and changed until be one man completely different at my front. And not just any man. Azazel Mortar. C to Chapter O Kyle Azazel Mortar was one of the greatest vampires I had seen in my life. He he had long hair black It is one beard good shaved. His red eyes were darker than Vidar's or the girl's, piercing my soul, telling me he was a powerful pureblood.

“Vladimir.” I blink, the anger building in me halting. In the long line of lords who once had claims to the throne while the power still remained with the other races, Vladimir is by far the oldest. A vampire lord known especially for his cruel sense of humor and a reputation for being a rather ruthless killer.

The authorities were baffled, struggling to contain the sudden surge of violent incidents. Amidst the chaos, a figure emerged from the shadows, watching with dark satisfaction. His name was Viktor Kessler, a disgraced scientist with a vendetta against the werewolf packs that had exiled him years ago. Armed with his twisted creations, he intended to unleash chaos upon those who had shunned his brilliance.

I’m not going to let him hedge around the matter this time. And to my surprise, he doesn’t. "I’m a vampire.” A heavy silence hangs between us. “No you’re not.” I laugh, and it sounds high pitched and not like me. “Vampires don’t exist.” “They do.” His voice is quiet, but firm. “You’ve read the stories. Seen the movies. Vampires are real and they exist to kill humans.” Ice slips through me, but I ignore it. He's messing with me. “You couldn’t exist," I say.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

He wanted a reaction from me and he got the response he was clearly searching for. “You fucking bastard!” I raised my fist to punch him in the face, but with a speed that didn't surprise me anymore, he disappeared from the spot and appeared at the other corner of the dark basement. “You really underestimate me, Aurora or should I say Rose? Have you forgotten exactly what I am?” His eyes gleamed with pride and mischief. “A vampire. And not just any vampire. I am the leader of all vampires. I am Lucious Vladimir, the king of all vampires.”