Young Adult Vampire Romane & Geschichten

We're heading straight for a suicide mission. Instead of moving forward straight into potential danger, I settle down and look to the sky. We need a plan of action if we are to get out of here alive. "I'll take a wild guess and say this isn't anything I thought it was, right?" Wasp sits down next to me and buries his face in his palms. I take a moment to study him. Until now, I hadn't noticed how young he seemed in both human and vampire years. The boy couldn't have been older than sixteen or seventeen when he was turned into a vampire, and that happened less than a hundred years ago. He's inexperienced and pretty much unaware of how dangerous the Elite actually is.

he complained. "But I am old, young mutt. I am over a century years old," I deadpanned. I still had my eyes on the storm outside. The mutt gave me an incredulous look that I happened to catch from my peripheral. "Don't look so stupefied, wolf. Us vampires have long lifespans." "I know this, bloodsucker. I just thought you were at least twenty-five because you look so young." "It's just the way we age. I stopped ageing normally when I was ten. I will look to be the age of thirty-five when I become a hundred and fifty."

Her sight fasts on to a young man, walking alone in an alley. He seems to be an equivalent age as her – though it is not possible to inform the age of a vampire – regarding sixteen or 17. To a feminine evil spirit, it's an excellent catch – a slender and good trying boy. Slender body, tight appearance, with matching tea-coloured hair. within the street barely lighted by lamplight, it's potential to mistake him for a lady. though not pretty much as good as her, his white skin is each shiny and tender.

1807. Alexis smiled slightly seeing Adrian's smile which was clearly visible in the photo. But before long, Alexis' smile stopped. “One thousand eight hundred and seven? That means it was three years before Adrian turned into a vampire at the age of twenty-three, right?” Alexis put the photo frame back in its place. "I've never asked Adrian about it. How he ended up turning into a vampire. But do I have the courage to ask Adrian about that?” Alexis wondered.

“Get to the fuckin point sinner!” He yawned and position himself honorably, “That young cursed baby happens to be our dear guardian vampire’s mate”

She was fifteen years of age now and as I had predicted, she had blossomed into a stunning beauty. I closed my eyes and let the breath, I was holding in, out which caused the glass in front of me to fog; I felt like a total creep standing outside a fifteen-year old's window watching her every move but it calmed me and I needed peace ever so much right now because of a defiant vampire group, which had risen up against the monarchy; I knew it was just a matter of time before I crushed them but nevertheless the whole situation was quite stressful.

She pouted then trudged out of the room. Nadia widened her eyes as the man came closer to her. He lifted his own wrist to his mouth and chomped down. The sound of breaking skin sent a cringing shiver down her spine. Blood pooled from the prick and Damon offered her his wrist. Nadia instantly shook her head. “You’re delusional.” She retorted. Damon furrowed his brows. “Vampire blood heals little wolf.” He urged his wrist forward for her to take. “I’m not drinking that.” She pursed her lips.

The three of them had gathered in the study for her first lesson after the sun had set. “Marilyn Lou was a tavern worker, she had a good life, good family, a good husband, she was also a Christian, and even though she was not rich, she had almost everything she needed to make life comfortable for her. The only thing she did not have was a good job. The tavern paid her well, but always had terrible male customers who would drink themselves to stupor and carry prostitutes all around. Her husband had always pressured her to quit her job, as it did not go well with her values as a Christian, but she refused because she needed the money, not like she had a choice anyway, as her husband was also p

“So, who do you live with then? Your mum?” “No, my mum's dead too. I live with my older brother.” I added saving him the stress of having to ask. The truth seems to be working, I just have to edit the unnecessary parts, like the fact that my brother is a vampire that is about to be crowned king of the underworld.

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.