Was Judas A Vampire Novels & Stories

I replied truthfully,not hiding or leaving any stone unturned. “Did you consummate your…..” I didn’t let him finish as I hit the table. “Yes I did but am not the first and I won’t be the last,I know it” I yelled. “As the council head and the oldest vampire in zikia,I there by sentence the pet of Lord Damien to a brutal death by blood draw” he stated as I looked into his eyes. It held nothing, just determination,anger…….. blood drawn is too much, she’ll die in pain and I can’t let that.

He had been foolish enough to ask him questions. "What are you planning to do?" Jodus asked calmly, but inside he was frightened. A sly smile found its way to Vamurus's lips. "You're smart, what a waste though." He said to himself and launched after Jodus. Jodus didn't expect to be grabbed by the neck and lifted into space. His feet wiggled in the air as Vamurus tightened his fist around his neck, and then— *Crack* *Drop* Jodus' limp body fell flat on the ground and became icy cold in a few seconds. Vamurus had removed his soul and kept it hanging.

No one knew what the Cadicarat between the Alpha and the Lord of Vampires was because it was a secret that they died with. But Jasper was sensible enough to have seen it coming and that's why he created Drudge Vampires and trained them to become strong like the true Bloods. He said that he wanted to present them to everyone as a big surprise but they happened to find out before he did. He apologised to Lord Ray with so much hint of remorse flowing out along with his words. Suddenly, the brotherly love that Lord Ray had for Jasper cruised in as his devilish demon that has been longing to come out became tamed. Nobody doubted Jasper anymore after he narrated everything that did happen but inst

“Adrian… tell me.” He swallowed hard. Night clung to him like a second skin—Jenna’s death, Jason’s pursuit, the ritual still boiling in his veins. But none of that weighed on him the way Emily’s gaze did. She looked at him with fear and courage tangled together, a look that told him she was willing to hear everything, even if it broke her. Adrian exhaled, long and shaky. “Jason,” he began quietly, “isn’t just another vampire. He’s a pureblood. One of the oldest. One of the strongest. One who sees humans as ingredients, not people.”

Her questioning, wide-open eyes darted from the Lord to the Oracle and back. “I want to inform you, dear ladies,” the vampire continued to rant. “You, my dear sister,” he bowed slightly towards Valya. – Yes, and we all, in fact, lost sight of one small detail. We believed that this sweet girl,” he pointed towards Ira, who was sitting on the floor and clutching her burning cheek, “was the Chosen One. We were deeply mistaken! Here he is - the Chosen One! The white-haired vampire pointed to the entrance. From complete darkness, a dark-haired young man slowly entered into the light of the candles. The red eyes flashed, causing horror in the girls' hearts.

It didn't smell good or bad to me, but Seb would scrunch his face every so often clearly not enjoying the aroma. "Who are his descendants?" Seb asked. "Do they even know about him?" Jace added. This was the first time I noticed the tension in both their bodies. It was like they were having a contest on who could stick their chest out the furthest. I'm going to guess something happened between Seb and Jace when I was in the vortex. Now is not the time for me to bring it up though. "Erebus only had one son. His son's name is Ferox. The vampires know him as king Ferox the current ruler of vampires"

Yep, Juliette is the last descendant of the Dracula race, a race that is said to be the ancestor of the vampire. The woman is above the level of all vampires because she has the blood of the first vampire ancestor. Not only that, the blood of Alucard, the ancient Dracula general who made the forbidden pact with the wasted angel Azazel was also flowing in his body. That's what makes Juliette the only pure descendant of the Dracula race that has survived until now. Juliette is also the reason why Damien has a sword that can kill a person even with a small scratch. A sword made from the bone fragments of the king of hell, Lucifer. And no one knows the reason why Juliette gave Damien his freedom

*Ohh no, ohhh no,* Lucy shouts, as we hone in on the male’s features. My jaw falls as I recall a drawing in one of Javed’s sketchbooks. It can’t be! “How in the fuck…” I say, blinking rapidly. *What, talk to me,* Mase shouts, over mind-link. *Javed’s father? I think. He was turned when Javed was, but he was killed… so … he was told … but by whom…* I trail off. The vampires all move closer as if synchronized, stopping just where the water hits their shoes.

However, he was the only one who didn't fall easily to Chinua's persuasions, unless they made sense anyway. Finally, the last personality in the group, the hard guy, Judas. He was an ambitious guy. A man with too big dreams, selfish desires and lusts. The lust of the eyes, flesh and The pride of life all had full force on him. He would do anything to get whatever he wants.

Instead, he walked over to the little guy, who was crying, and with a withering look, and stood in front of him. Melia let out a sigh and turned to Jahjah. "Don't you get tired of whining about everything?" she asked. Za shot her a hard look from behind. "You killed someone who didn't deserve it," he added. "Yes, I can't do the Judas thing with you, I'm going to do it with someone else," Jahjah replied, repeating what she had said to her last time. "And if your mind didn't think fast when I said that, too bad about you, Jahjah."