White Walker Novelas e Histórias

"I heard you have been making sudden appearances in the council, meeting some Elders and discussing things not known to anyone. And a few days later, a debate was initiated by these councilmen. And now, they're debating on revealing themselves to humans after you meet with them. Is that true?" He did not respond. "You're testing my patience by keeping silent Mr Walker. You're giving me a reason to torture you before I get the truth from you. Even after rebirth, not a bit of you has changed." I walked up to him letting him meet my eye level. "Mr Walker. You know Whitehead is alive, living as a vampire all these years, and right now, you are one of those people working for him. You are working

“How could the witch and Barbara get here this fast? If they managed to save Barbara before midnight and got here at five, wouldn't that be the time it took for the witches when they used Body Transfer?” Rokan Allegro took a step forward, stopped at the door of the Healing Room and looked at Barbara, who was lying weakly through the glass. “Barbara is another type of immortal besides the witch who can use Body Transfer.” “How could it be?” this time it was Aryadi who said. “She's just a wolvire, someone who can be said to be a hybrid!” Rokan Allegro turned his head. “You don't know your own daughter's secrets, do you?”

Jasmine said with disbelief in her eye by keep her gaze at double wooden door White wood is specially obtained from a sacred tree that is found only in dark forest of sacred white wood valley, no one dare to visit those valley as there are legends of blood thirsty demon residing in White wood valley also there is legend that white wood has its own magical power which can be used to capture any prevailing creature since white wood soaked every power and energy around them and leave every magical creature as helpless… Upon hearing Jasmine words Wanda simply winked in her direction and pushed opened double door. Jasmine quickly followed Wanda inside only to see that entire room from inside was

I stood up slowly then found myself in the middle of corpses. I remembered the previous ordeal, I was too surprised to say anything, the shooter was just a boy, one I had known, my own brother Ikem. They had gotten to him turned him into a machine only bent on destruction. I saw the fear written in his face, the terror of the blood he had shed, his eyes coloured of marijuana.

I cover my mouth with my hand. “Interesting.” He cocks his head slightly to the side and looks away for a moment. “What do you know of your family line?” My hand drops, and I find myself answering him again without wanting to. “I’m an orphan. I inherited the Whitehouse lands in Darkwood but don’t know much else about my family.” “Your parents. They were both werewolves?” I don’t answer him at first, shocked he’d imply they were anything but. Mixed breeds are often killed in the crib, considered an abomination.

"You mean..." I gave him a clear situation, "Dwell-in-White needs to have a connection with Hildart. If you find out that Marthana is a vampire, then I notice something about Drake as well. I know he's not human, and I don't feel that he's a werewolf. If he's a vampire, I'm sure he and Marthana has the same goal and I'm sure they have a connection to each other."

“You haven’t seen any like ours, mister. Ours is special.” Tom and Rich stared at her, then past her to the sheltered structure. They looked closer: Miracle, a hand-stenciled piece of plank declared above the pen’s door. The snowy-white snout prodded at the wire, letting loose a snort. “White buffalo,” Jodean told them, and Richard’s daughter inhaled again with surprise. “They’re magic,” said Katie simply, looking to the smiling woman. “That’s right, sweetie. Some people believe they are magic.”

Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon. "Who?" He frowned. "Vampire Diaries. Ring a bell?" He shook his head. "Never mind then." I sighed. "My name is Damon Cullen," he stated. I gave him a long look. This was suspicious. "Do you have someone named Edward Cullen in your family?" I questioned. "No, and I don't know why you're stating all of these names. Besides, I don't have a family." I got disappointed at his answer since I was kinda wishing he would've said yes. His whole existence is just a huge coincidence.

She is now known as Queen Raltz. "Even that woman didn't wake up from her sleep," said Iki. "He's always delirious, voicing words that we can't put together," Ika replied. "I hate this situation!" Iki stamped his feet firmly on the floor. "We can't do anything either. We don't have a doctor or at least someone who knows what to do. We're just vampires," explained Ika sadly. **** Tak! Tak! Tak! The sound of footsteps could be heard clearly until the sound finally stopped in front of a large wooden door. With one hand, she opened the door and walked in.

I caught it halfway, crushing it into powder before his eyes. "Get out of here before I change my mind." I grunted. I ran forward, tracking the center of the swirling clouds. The book has to be in there, burning with intense flames to release the Ancient Vampire King "Vada.". If he manages to get out of the chronicles, I wouldn't be the Vampire King anymore. He was the first elemental vampire, blessed by the witches of the four cardinals. He couldn't be killed; everyone who attempted it died without getting a chance to tell the tales.