Novel & Cerita What Do You Call A Female Vampire

, Vladimir asked, surprised by his thoughts. "That is what we will find out. The female vampire lives in this city because the vampire hybrids live here too and it means she sources for her human blood here", Katharine said. "We have to pay a visit to all the clubs selling human blood to ask for a female vampire making unusually high human blood purchases", she said. "That's an excellent idea, it's a good start!", Vladimir said. "I agree with you, it is! We should do that this morning", Talon said.

"What is the meaning, if I might ask?" "Dracula's, that's what we were called; now humans have created a new term for us, vampires. Vlad Drakul, Prince Dracula, but now, Prince of Vampires" "What a suiting name," I whispered, unconsiously backing away, making sure to stay away from the dead girl. "It's a beautiful thing to be the nightmare, feared by all." he said coming closer till I was trapped. "Where have you been all these years?"

The text beneath it is written in a jagged, archaic script. Tola. The first female lycan. A creature of pure slaughter. The texts say she stands on her hind legs like a man, her jaws dripping with enough venom to rot a coven whole. The humans who wrote these books called her a demon. A bloodthirsty myth. They are not wrong, the voice inside my head whispers again, closer this time. It feels like cold water pouring down my spine. Though the humans lack the vocabulary for true power. "What the hell are you?" I speak aloud this time.

"Me? It was you that drank the blood from an Elder, but you taste as good to me as I did to you, Succubae." "Succubae? You mean those female sex demons? I'm a Vampire not a sex demon, right?" "You are a bit of both, more so than the rest of us. Finish this tiresome ceremony, and I will show you what you will need to know." I focused my thoughts on Tony: "I need to finish this quickly."

I took a minute to think over everything he had just said. That weird thing that happened last night must have been hard to conjure up. Not only would the witch tire out easily but she would also lose a lot of blood. "Vampires are heartless. Witches are nothing but power banks for them. Once their powers are used up, they are either killed or tormented until they die. It isn't in the witches' favor when they are all females." He said, his voice slicing through the silence that was slowly spreading across the room.

It was clear that she commanded their loyalty and respect, a force to be reckoned with in this dark underworld. The young vampire stopped in front of me, her piercing eyes meeting mine. There was an undeniable intensity in her gaze, a spark of curiosity mixed with something else I couldn't quite decipher. She seemed to see through me, delving into the depths of my soul. Her voice, when it finally escaped her lips, was melodic yet laced with an underlying power. "Welcome to my domain," she said, her words resonating with a commanding authority. "I am Elara, Queen of Shadows."

He led the fight, showing unwavering determination and guided his pack with bravery and skill. In the midst of the chaos, a vampire pounced on Tyler, sinking its teeth deep into his flesh. Pain shot through his body as the venom spread, threatening to take over. His vision blurred, and he staggered back, holding onto his wound. A female Omega, witnessing the attack, quickly slaid the vampire. She hurried to Tyler's side, her eyes filled with fear and worry. "General! No!" she cried out, her voice desperate. She reached out to him, her touch gentle but urgent.

“What am I?” “I would have thought that was obvious,” she cocked her head to the side and exposed her razor-sharp fangs n another sinister grin, her bloody eyes glowing as they drank him in. “We are known by many names, lamia, Esperanto, undead, and so on, I myself quite like the word nosferatu,” “Vampire?” “Simply put yes,” she stood from the bed and stuck her hip out, her pale leg slipping out of the deep slit in her red dress. “Everyone in this room is a vampire,”

She reluctantly sat there, looking at the Goddess in front of her. "Give me your hand," Hecate offered, showing the girl her upturned palm. She placed hers in it, a little surprised at the coldness meeting her skin. "You are grieving. Your heart has been broken by the vampire," the Goddess' voice sounded ominous and powerful, suddenly coming from all around her. Diana's breath hitched in her throat. The Goddess wrapped her hand around hers, her sharp and black nails quickly sinking into Diana's skin like tiny blades, drawing blood. Diana let out a pained mewl, eyes widening with alarm.

The presence here is so heavy, so I am becoming too nervous right now. I was just standing in front, looking around, waiting for something to happen. I took a deep sigh and then said, "Uhm, A pleasant day to you, our deity. I am the heiress of Vamparia, Celestine Duke, and I came again to this place to ask for your favor."