Eric Northman Vampire Romane & Geschichten

“Bringing a vile creature that had the chance to put you in a dying state to our place?!” “Eric, calm down…” "I can't calm down, Theo!" shouted Erick annoyed. The man's two irises turned into vampire irises, with both hands preparing fists, preparing to throw those fists at the mysterious figure. "They-" “Eric, bastard! (Eric, stop it!)”

erica was panicking cause she knew things just got more complicated. Erica Valentino, daughter to count ruffus valentino, second in line to the throne of house Valentino. And one of the four seasons of the vampire world. Even though she's Blessed with the power ice, erica did not have the stereotypical cold and aloof personality that is often associated with vampires who has the power of ice. She believed in socializing even though vampires were not social creatures but her personality was all about good vibes.

I knew his words were true. The Old World Neratomay didn't trust American vampires. Yep, even in the vampire world America didn't always get respect. They thought we were young and troublesome with our high profile vampire wars and continuing battles. Wars like those between the Bloods and the Crips were actually two rival vampire factions. And of course there were those hits on notorious and high profile human blood donors who didn't die from their impossible wounds. One such case was where a famous rapper had been shot several times and still lived. That incident was heard by an Elder level tribunal, and the rapper was forced to give up his fame and live in the underground where he still t

With his own eyes, he saw Samson go outdoors and only wear sun protection clothes like everyone else. In theory, vampires should sleep deeply during the day. The way he lives is no different from humans. - Furthermore, I suspect he has met and is very close to Eirlys. Even Drake couldn't see the mole on my aunt's ear and didn't include it in the painting, but he drew it. He recognized that the person in the painting and Jenny were two different people so he didn't even need to look at her. And finally, the painting was completed within fifteen minutes.

Damien reported to Alden as they went back into the house "Ignore it" Alden replied "I have somewhere to be" Alden then disappeared into the darkness of the night Damien went to his room. There was no light illuminating it. You couldn't tell where anything was. But that wasn't the case for Damien, a vampire, he had great sight, even in the dark. He undid the buttons of his shirt and removed it. A huge eagle tattoo was on his back. It looked so realistic, especially its red dragon eyes. He moved the middle vase on one of his tables and the huge painting behind him moved and opened, exposing the stairs to his hidden underground room

Erin’s POV “You’re a vampire,” I said, staring at the man before me. It wasn’t a question, but he answered it anyways. “It looks that way,” he sneered, taking a step toward me. “And you must be Erin; the pesty werewolf who can’t seem to let things go.” “How do you know who I am?” I asked, furrowing my brows together. “Oh, trust me… we’ve all heard who you are,” he laughed. “You are all the organization talks about.”

The ice spread from his chest outward spreading over his arms and legs giving him a clarity he hadnt had in a very long time, suddenly he understood how she had beat that asshole and her addiction, this was the cold, hard rage of a killer He let himself steep in the feeling wrapping it around him like a blanket. Using the hardness of it so he could surpass the fact that this man in front of him was his brother, consus had kidnapped one his vampires while she was in transition. He had a need to see how warm all that blood would be after he spilled it. His brother stared for a second then blinked eyes going from those blue of his father to the black of anger, or fear either one was fine with h

He bared his teeth but had no strength left to fight. Then Elder Magnus turned to Nicklaus. “One more question remains. The vampire.” His gaze turned to Darion, who crouched in the circle, his fangs now hanging out, his eyes deep red with fury and crave for blood, my blood, if he's given the chance. “Do you know a way to end him?” Nicklaus’s eyes darkened, and a smirk curled in his lips. His hand slipped into his coat and emerged with a stake, its tip catching the sunlight. The crowd gasped, whispers rising as he stepped forward,

he proudly, adjusting his necktie before me. "S-Sir Eros?" That's Ethan. However, instead of directing his attention towards his employees, Eros confronted the leader of the vampires. "Long time no see, Brock." My eyes widened as he mentioned the name of the vampire leader. I noticed the clenching of the vampire's jaw. "Eros..." he groaned. "You disappeared for a hundred years along with your race. Are you ready to defeat my race this time? Why? Are your forces strong enough?" If earlier the vampire was shocked by what he saw in me, now he laughed out loud. "Yeah, you're right!" he laughed again and raised both arms as if he had achieved victory. "Our forces are strong against you and apart

He fell down to the floor, groaning in pain. The Vampire girl has been hiding behind the door and waiting for the right time to attack him. So that when she gets him to crash on the ground, she would then run for her life. But then, her jaw dropped the moment that she recognized that he was one of the Grand Elders of the Volturi. She hastily lowered herself to the floor in fear to help him get back to his feet before what she least expected happened. Rufus grabbed her so that her full body was close to his reach. He wrapped his hand around her back and his sharp claws elongated, piercing deeply into her skin. She moaned in pain as she felt a sharp pain in her neck region.