Novel & Cerita Who Turned Carlisle Into A Vampire

“But you have to stop this fight… or you’ll lose yourself…” Carl’s eyes flickered with madness as he lifted Sibyl, his face set with determination. “I won’t let you die, Sibyl! Wake up, look at me!” He then looked at Liam, eyes blazing with fury. “Liam, this is all your fault. I won’t let you get away with this!” With a roar, Carl’s body began to change. His eyes turned blood red, and a powerful, terrifying aura radiated from him. The fox spirit inside him grew even more violent.

"Then I smelled Silas's blood a few minutes ago just about when I heard." "This is Charles, he took a bullet for Silas. So Silas turned him into a vampire." Lyle gestured towards Charles. Charles was starting to fall asleep on us, his eyes falling heavy as he struggled to stay awake. I watched him and purred softly then looked towards Everest as he watched him curiously. "He looks like a nice guy," Everest whispered then sat up, smiling. "Hopefully he won't be rude."

It takes a lot of willpower to live for fifty centuries. Humans do not turn into vampires after I bite them. Nor do they change into one if they drink my blood. Blood that is drunk goes through the digestive tract and is broken down into many parts. I do not know how the legends started that oral exchange could bring about the transformation. I can only make another vampire by exchanging blood with the person, and not just a little blood. My blood has to overwhelm the other person's system before he or she becomes immortal. Of course, I do not make vampires these days.

“It wasn’t?” He scoffed and shook his head. “She offered me a way out. I accepted – like the fool I was.” He kicked away loose earth from the cliff’s edge. Then, slowly, he turned to me. His eyes were alight, forgotten fury burning deep in the darkness of his pupils. Around them, his irises smouldered, the hot blue flame dancing along a driftwood log. “I do not regret becoming a vampire, Callie. Perhaps you will think me evil for that.”

She thought that a Thaumaturge only flows in the blood of the two legendary vampire and werewolf—Dracula and Alexander Corvinus respectively. Downstairs, Cyrill and Rozelyn seem to just glare at one another. The ajar door had allowed the September breeze to enter the interiors of their abode. To be truthful, he hasn’t gotten over the incident at his orchestra event, caused by the person in front of him. In fact, his outfit still bears the Victoria’s Secret perfume that Henriz gifted to him last summer. It was Rozelyn who decided to shut the door. Cyrill’s gaze didn’t yield when his adoptive mom’s step daughter returned to the place where they were standing.

Her thoughts went to Celie and she wondered where her cousin was. The actor playing the Ember Ghost growled at the crew who ran in every direction before standing against the ship’s railings while looking at the dark specter. Then, the Ember Ghost went to each of the crew, pretending to hypnotize them using his hand and then sucking their blood until they fell limply to the deck. Afterwards, the Ember Ghost stood on a platform and rose his hands to the air while looking at the crowd. “I’m coming to get you!” he shouted, followed by rousing music that crescendoed as red lights flashed on the ship.

Clyde said bitterly. Callie gulped when she noticed his grip on the steering wheel tightening. "Are you going to track down the werewolves who killed him?" "I don't believe in those creatures, Callie. I watched the CCTV footage at Spencer's camp, and I saw two people enter Spencer's quarters, a woman and a man, both dressed in black and with black cloth covering the lower part of their faces," Clyde raged. "I believe that was their strategy in carrying out the murder... to confuse the authorities and make it appear as if werewolves did it; they are probably making fun of us right now because many people believed that werewolves killed Spencer."

Aurora gently bent down, helped Lucasta to the sofa and revealed to her that Samson was originally a normal person, but because he unintentionally angered the Sun God, he was cursed and turned into a vampire. The only way to break the curse is to have a girl who loves him sincerely and accepts to use her blood as food for him for a year.

Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies. A pair of red eyes and two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth as though they were always meant to be there. Except there was no blood dripping from his mouth as always described in books. Yet, she was still scared senseless at the sight of a living, vampire right in front of her eyes. He moved closer to her again but this time, she was prepared and understood what he was. She lunged on her feet in fright and prepared to flee. But she had barely moved two steps when that figure appeared in front of her again.

Xavier's pov: My name is Xavier Fernandes, A full-blooded vampire from the Dracula lineage and the head vampire of my clan. Vampires, they said, cannot walk during the day, because we react to the sun, but due to the nature of my blood which my people call the Golden Blood, I can walk around during the day and more perfectly at nightfall