Volterra Italy Vampires Novels & Stories

A black-and-gold monster of a house sitting on the edge of the world. Carved into the rock like a fortress built for gods. Vittorio leaned close. His lips brushed my ear. Velmorra. A fortress surrounded by cliffs and the sea. Black water. Silver towers. Danger bleeding from the ground like heat from hell. Valentino grinned. “Welcome to The Warden’s Mercy.” Vittorio looked at me, mouth at my ear. “This is where we break you, bambina.” And I wasn’t afraid. I was ready.

Vic answered the system. "Sure! Vic!!" "Okay. I'm Sternly Vic." "Just who am I and who the hell are you!"

"Jet, I'm warning you to stay away from Ranz and I want to tell you that we're done already?" " Why? Is it because of Vlahdy? Do you know what the first time I saw that guy, there's something different from him? I sense that he's a vampire and once that ill know his real identity I'll gonna kill him right away." "How dare you! How can you know if he's a vampire or not? I'll tell you. You will never know the real identity of Vlahdy. Stay away from him!" "No, you are wrong! Do you see this? This is a perfume I made it to know who vampires are. This is a perfume I first use for Moana. After smelling it a vampire will collapse for a second but will gain consciousness after ten seconds. It's so

She trusted them over this unknown danger she was sensing. The moment she saw Caleb, his witch and his men stopped walking, she immediately halted along with Zander. Caleb turned to them, the corner of his lips moving upwards as he said, “Welcome to the Citadel, city of vampires,” he welcomed and turned to his right side and out of nowhere a beautiful woman stepped forward. She was a brunette with hazel eyes and had a body like a model. “This is Vittoria,” he introduced, “Rose, if you need anything, you can ask her,”

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?

She ignored my yelling and looked at me like she has seen a ghost. "Vera, do you know who is she?" "Wife of Italian Mafia..." I did my research last night. "No! She is the soon to be queen of Italian Mafia... Wife of Dominick Moretti aka Marino who is psycho Bastard... And daughter in law of Italian Mafia king who is Lucifer himself..." Okay, she is scaring me now. "And this family rules Italy... And hates Vladimir..." "You think I don't know about it..." I sighed. "But we can't change the fact... She is Vlad's sister..."

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

The peace that once enveloped their homes was shattered as the relentless march of vampires commenced, led by the cunning and malevolent Usopp. Usopp, an imposing figure with sharp features and eyes that glowed with a predatory intensity, stood at the forefront of the nocturnal assault. His charismatic voice, both chilling and alluring, echoed through the tranquil streets now cast in the shadow of darkness. The residents, blissfully ignorant of the impending threat, were soon to become ensnared in a nightmarish tableau. "Behold, my kin!" Usopp's voice carried an air of command that resonated through the quiet corners of Greenhills. "The time has come to assert our dominion over these pitiful

he says. “You called her a mutt!” Tanya spits out. “She’s my friend. That’s what she is, and you insulted her.” “Tanya,” I say, trying to warn her. Vampires aren’t as strong as werewolves, but they’re impossibly fast. It makes battles between our factions difficult to win on either side. However, Vasile surprises me. “My apologies. I did not mean to insult Erika Edwards’s friend. Perhaps we can start again,” he says, extending his hand to me. “I am Vasile Northway, the owner of Essence.”

“With a face like that? Honey, we’ll call you. Franco, get his number!” ***** Half a world away, in a skyscraper of glass and steel in Milan, Lorenzo Volterra was bored. The board meeting droned on, a symphony of numbers and sycophants. He tuned it out, his fingers swiping absently on his tablet. He’d switched his VPN to the States, idly scrolling through local ad feeds…a strange habit he had. A window into other worlds. A grainy, low-budget video auto-played. Éclat Perdu.