Yandere Vampire X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

They were pretty annoyed, glaring at Xaveria and wanting to tell her to hurry the fuck up. Honestly, I did too. The two of us needed to talk. For one, I needed to know why this secret group of vampires wanted to kill me. Or why they were in cahoots with dragons. “Are you done?” Xaveria tilted her head back, chugging the rest of the blood in her canteen. A few droplets dripped down her neck, causing Rain to sigh. “This is making me thirsty.” She blinked. “You have several pack members and a mate. Get blood from them. This is mine.”

"A system error. Lycans and... humans... don't mate. Your Goddess made a mathematical error." I expected him to explode. I expected the Alpha arrogance to demand my submission. Instead, a dark, terrifyingly possessive smile slowly spread across Xander's face. He leaned down, bringing his face so close to mine that I could feel the heat of his breath against my frozen cheek. The scent of winter pine completely engulfed my senses, relentlessly hacking at my mental firewall. "I don't care if you're a system error," Xander whispered, his crimson eyes burning into mine. "I don't care if you're a demon wrapped in human skin. The algorithm is set. You are mine."

He took my hand cautiously. Anger surged. “You were never my mate. I felt nothing for you. I’m not a werewolf, remember, I’m a vampire, we don’t have mate bonds.” “Give me a chance. There was something there, or I wouldn’t have bonded.” He lifted my hand to kiss it, and fear ripped at me. The tingling energy beneath my skin hurled out of my body in all directions. I pulled my hand free of his grip. Andrew was frozen in time. I studied him, emotions storming inside me. I ran and I didn’t look back.

"Bloodletting when the vampire is dying." ###

He speaks Emma, looking at the King. And the other second Jack disappeared, leaving the two of us in the room. King is still looking at the same place where Jack was standing and in a blink of a second, he too, disappears. I inhale a deep breathe. What was he going to say anyway? One thing I notice as per my experience, vampires have major, like extremely major mood swings. They are weird. 'Some are dangerously hot as well.' I scoff, look what that hotness did to my arms! They are just heartless creatures, who drive humans as per their convenience. Especially King Xavier.

She jumped to her feet, watching him go blind slowly before she beheaded him, doing to him what he wanted to do to her. Not having much time to run from the angry wolves looming toward her, she tried to convert into her shroud, but she couldn't. He had wounded her deeply. She is a vampire. She was meant to heal quickly, but she wasn't - she frowned, pivoting on her heels but limping. She groaned, blood streaming out of her ankles every distance she covered.

She looked up at Kael, tears shimmering in her eyes, disbelief giving way to a twisted delight and barely restrained excitement. She glanced at Kael’s resolute expression, then at me. The fear deep in her bones was slowly replaced by warped triumph. She took a deep breath, loosened herself slightly from Kael’s hold, and slowly raised her hand toward me. Countless vampire gazes fell upon my back. Just before her fingertips could reach my cheek. I seized her wrist and held it in midair. Her palm hovered inches from my face, unable to move any closer. The cold from my fingers seeped into her skin.

It was an exquisite torment, a dance of surrender and yearning. The vampire's fangs, unveiled like secrets shared between lovers, gently pierced her supple flesh. A sigh, laden with pleasure rather than pain, escaped Amira's lips, as if embracing a hidden union that bridged the realms of darkness and desire. It was a union forged in the alchemy of their souls. With each languid pull, the vampire savored the intoxicating elixir that flowed forth, mingling his immortal essence with her vibrant life force. The exchange was not solely sustenance but an enchanting pas de deux, a symphony of passion interwoven within their intertwined destinies.

A moment before Einar pushes forward I look at Xander. “What is it?” Einar pushes the shift but Xander answers me in the mind link. ‘Vampires!’

"You seem to be knowledgeable about things. For a normal human to calmly confront a vampire like this, you must be someone who has a collection of journals in her room to secretly learn about non-human creatures. And you must have already encountered one in the past that triggered your crazy obsession." Her forehead creased. "How did you know that?" "It was a guess." She was surprised. He wasn't only sharp but he could see through people without a sweat. "So it's really true? That you are a vampire?" Without him answering her verbally, he looked at him and his eyes that were sea-green turned to bright red. "A pureblooded vampire," she blurted. She had read that the pureblooded vampires had t