Volterra Italy Vampires Novels & Stories

Rose replied while batting her eyelashes. Elena folded her knees and rested her head on her knee while looking at Rose’s direction with interest. “Okay. So, as you know, vampire always travel from one place to another, for obvious reasons. Can’t stay at a single place for longer to hide our identity. They were going to stay at this village in Italy. I don’t know the village’s old name now but I remember Percy was born there. It is now known as Milan” Rose informed plainly and continued,

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

He asked "Yes, just to know about vampires who are Vegetarian's." "Don't spill your blood just anywhere especially where vampires are. Okay." He said with a smile. That just confirmed that he was a vampire. A good one.... Unlike the annoying bastard. "Okay, I understand." I said with a smile. "Good, what is your name." He said "Veronica, as I said earlier." " I know, just tried to recall if anyone I knew is answer the name Veronica. " He said "My name is Justin mark." He added. "Cool, nice to meet you." I said as I stretched my hand out to shake his. His hands were extremely cold.

She was full of smiles and it seemed at that moment, the picture was taken on the most happiest day of her life. Her picture was carefully positioned above others with everything else leading back to her. On the top of it all was the word: REVENGE. Vespera stared for a minute and raised, her hand, touching Lorna's face. Her gaze darkened and her face turned pale. "I have been playing low for weeks now, Lorna. I can't be patient anymore. It's time to unleash what I am made of. I have to find who hated you this much to your point of death and I need to make them suffer." These words dropped like poison as her eyes moved from one person to the other in anger.

16th August 1335 “There is nowhere to run, brother. You are surrounded.” Cataleya smirked as he appeared from the dark. Standing beside her were Aurelius and Walton, the other ten vampires were out of sight. “You can never stop me. This town must worship me.” His voice echoed from the dark, the silhouette appeared to be a blonde man while ten other vampires jumped down from the top of the building enclosing them. He faked a side smile and Cataleya squinted.

or it? "I won't ask you again, Vamp. What. Are. You. Doing. Here?!" I couldn't believe such loud words were coming out of such a tiny body. My ears were bleeding, literally. I wiped the blood off shakily and looked up. He was in the sky somewhere.

Carmine was an older Italian man, a bit overweight but equally stylish in a dark Armani suit, sunglasses, and his own hat. Carmine looked bored when he responded. "There is not one inch of land not claimed by a Master. No matter where one travels outside of their territory it is expected that the Vampire show the proper respect." "Bullshit," Letrelle said. "Carmine doesn't require respect. Carmine requests permission to fuck my ladies, to eat my donors, and chip off pieces of my territory block by block." "And what would make you enter his territory?" I asked. "Under the circumstances why couldn't you just materialize when you needed to pass through his territory?"

He looked at me with disappointment. "How many times would I have to tell you this Amaya, I would never in my life hurt you." "How am I even supposed to stick with that when I don't even know your name?" "Faire enough." He chuckled. "My name is Damon." Damon, that's a nice name. Wait a damn minute. "Damon Salvatore?" I questioned. Even though they looked nothing alike, I couldn't help myself from asking. I mean what a coincidence this was. Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon.

“No, never. What's a volkaane?” “Among other things, they are hunters of vampires.” Leesa thought back to Professor Clerval's discussion about why there weren't more vampires. Hunters. Helping keep the population in check. But he had never mentioned volkaanes. “What kind of creature can slay a vampire? They're supposed to be so strong, so fast, so dangerous.” “They are immensely strong, very fast, and very, very dangerous.” “And yet you say a volkaane can kill one.” She tried to imagine what kind of creature could kill a vampire, and was suddenly struck by the thought that she was now accepting vampires as fact. “What do volkaanes look like?” she asked.

The sentinels exchanged glances, unsure of how to respond. Just then, a figure emerged from the shadows behind the sentinels. It was Aradmus, the vampire lord, who had sensed the intrusion. His piercing gaze locked onto Veronica, and a sly grin spread across his face. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "A brave werewolf is trespassing in my domain. How delightful." Veronica knew she had to choose her words carefully. "I have no quarrel with you," she replied, her voice unwavering. "I am here for my husband, and I won't leave without him."