Witchcraft Vampire Mga Nobela at Kwento

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had surv

"Yes and no. Yes, that's who I'm referring to, but no, that's not his real name. His real name is Salacia Raith. He was the predecessor of Valerio Rossi, the original high vampire. I will get into more of that later though. For now, you just need to know that Salacia was the one that was intrigued by me." "Anyways, shortly after Salacia showed an interest in me, he tried to compel me to give him the answers to his questions. However, since I'm part vampire, it's far more difficult for one vampire to compel another. It's far easier for a vampire to compel a witch or a werewolf. Whereas only sire's have the ability to compel other vampires." "Since I'm not a changed vampire, and rather vampire

She was so cautious in everything that she did with it, touching it lightly like she would hurt me if she didn't. Even the way she would slightly push on a certain spot to tell me to fold it a bit was gentle. "You're sure I'm not hurting or annoying you right?" she questioned yet again, drawing her hand back ever so slightly. I gave a small nod, "I'm sure." It would take a lot more than whatever a human could do to hurt a vampire's wings. They only showed up when we were in danger for a reason. And she wasn't even close to being annoying.

Damian I saw Myra let out an inaudible gasp. She didn't expect me to be a by-product of a human and a vampire. "But aren't vampires...turned?" I leaned one side against the windowsill, looking out at the starless night. I let out a shirt, humourless chuckle. "No. That's a misconception. A long time ago, vampires stopped turning humans into hybrids. That's what we call them. When a vampire drinks a human's blood then they usually drain the human out and kill them in the process."

He began pacing slowly, his presence so intense that the grass bowed away from his steps. “First, The Ancient One of the Carpathians. A vampire lord older than most kingdoms, hidden in the mountains of Romania. He has sent word that he will bow to the Crownless Flame… and seeks sanctuary under the Haven of Shadows.” Gasps. Someone whispered, “A vampire lord? Here?” Inferno did not pause. “Second: The Banished Silver Witch. Cast from the French Quarter’s covens nearly a century ago for practicing star-touched magic those timid witches feared. She comes bearing knowledge… and warning.”

Turning back, she shut her eyes, snapping it open that very minute she swung her saber and heard a loud gasp. Swirling back on her heels she glared at the alpha vampire behind her who grabbed unto his neck as blood spilled out of the opening her blade had caused. He had been fast but not fast enough for the effect of the attack of her blade with the spell on it. Gurgling on blood he fell to his knees. She clicked on a button beside her saber and it morphed back to the cylindrical metal it was. "Not so bad after all? Any last words to say?" He grabbed unto her combat pants, wheezing. His eyes enlarged in pain and agony.

And before I am the Weeping Woman, crying. "I'm so sorry," she dropped to the floor and cried. "I just…I just wanted my Tomas back. I want Tomas back." Viola weeps. I sighed and looked at Zayn, who reached inside his cloak and handed me a chalk. I went to an empty wall and drew a rectangular door and characters representing runes. I placed my hand on the wall and closed my eyes as I spoke the ancient tongue of the witches before me. A warm, tingling feeling against my hand meant the magic was a success.

He placed a quick kiss on her lips. "Oh, please." Sarah waved my presence off. "If she was so much of a threat, Sol would never have thought twice of bringing her here and letting her live in this house. We once thought he had lost interest in all the women in this world." She turned to me and asked, "You're a half-blood vampire, aren't you?" I nodded my head slowly.

At the same time, he knew some tricks in magic because his mother was a white witch. Alec was a vampire lord who worked with his grandfather. Zeke was a hybrid - a wolf demon, while his mate Avivit was a powerful white witch. Nadazhda knew Rina was a fae, and the triplet was another case. They were either supernatural or... Nadazhda and Zaccheus had been clinging to each other since he told her she was his mate, stealing kisses and making out only to be interrupted by Rina, which made him look grumpy.

Lisanna started telling Cassandra everything she knew. “Those boys following them are Jet Crane, he is a warlock, Liam Wright, a werewolf from the West, and Oliver Hunt, a vampire. Jet currently ranked number 4 while Liam was 5, and Oliver was the second,” Lisanna said. Cassandra listened intently. “And those mean girls are Judith Lockhart, a witch, Krystal Knight, a vampire, and Joana Redwood. Joana was also a vampire and she was obsessed with First,” Lisanna mumbled. She ate the remaining piece for her food while looking fat Cassandra's reaction in front of her.