Novel & Cerita Fantasy Male Vampire

She watched him intently reading her schedule. “Go back to your classes. I'll see you later mate," he said and gave her the schedule back. He disappeared into the thin air leaving Cassandra all by himself. “That fvcker,” she cursed under her breath and stomped her feet. She breathed deeply and looked at the ceiling, realizing something. Her mate is no other than Sebastian Alistair Blood and worst of all he is the vampire prince. Cassandra doesn’t know if it’s possible to be mates with a vampire. Cassandra was lost in her thoughts. She heaved a sigh and left the room. She went back to her classes as the break was finally over.

He took a step back and she landed on the bare floor. "I doubt you know who I am," he spoke without fear. She laughed maniacally, "we, the condemned, have neither fear of the gods nor of man. Tell me, who are you?" He smiled, "I am no man. I am Sebastian Deusdedit, lord of the vampires." She seemed a bit shocked for an instant then her eyes glowed even more. "Even more lovely," she licked blood red lips, "your heart will give us even more power than we have ever had and we will conquer the villages and rip their heart to shreds."

She believed sometimes knowledge and curiosity would put someone's life at risk and she didn't want to drag anyone along with her crazy obsession about supernatural beings. With her secret collection, she knew that the prominent kind residing with humans were vampires. They were categorized in three categories. Pureblooded were those who were born as vampires with parents who were both vampires, they were the strongest. Turned vampires, humans who went through transition. And half-vampires, those who were fruits of the union of vampires and humans.

I reached the table in a few short moments, dropping back into a bow; I did not want to anger these creatures, not if I could help it. “Do you know who we are, witch?” Said the second male vampire and I could tell that he was much younger than the first, his English accent less prominent in his voice. The second male had the same raven hair as the first, though his reached the apex of his back; a similar central parting but without the shortness as the sides. He was as slim as the first, with piercing amber eyes much like that of the older vampire; his stance on witches clear to be nothing other than distain, especially towards me. He wore a full black suit with a crimson red mantle that cov

Fooled and pulled in by Setareh’s beauty and manipulation. “What a perfect ending to this bullshit little story. To have both Javed’s intended and her new mate… Gotta say, impressed you wasted no time there doggy… To have you both taken out by the very male who was entombed next to Javed during his entire sentence! The male who has basically been frozen for a thousand years and is still very much a baby vampire. With a baby vampire’s thirst and serious lack of control…” a female says, her voice low and serious. I wince as the collared vamp growls with his fangs out, there’s already blood on his chest likely from his first snack of the night. His eyes are practically red and he’s clearly stil

I sank deeper. My wolf took over completely, my thoughts changing into brief images flashing before my eyes. A tall male vampire, with black hair that hung over his eyes. Two shorter males with brown hair. The other males didn’t matter. They weren’t as powerful. The females, however . . . One of them was old. Powerful. The other females carried her blood. Likely her children.

“His wife? I thought only men can transform vampires.” “You don’t know how that works? Of course you don’t, no one ever told you. To make a son you need two vampires – male and female – but the male…birth the vampire, so to speak.” She looked mildly interested, and grabbing the opportunity to stop talking about his epic betrayal, he went on. “They both drain the human, and then the human feeds from them both, but calling him back – only the male can do that.” “Can they take daughters in the same way?”

"That man is the vampire.” "What!"

“That won’t help.” “What? It is real.” Alpha Thomas came in, followed by seven tall pale men in suits. “Take your pick.” One of them ordered. “I don’t want one.” One of the vampires snapped in a rich British accent. He broke off from his group and took a seat at the kitchen counter. He looked young, early twenties, although he was probably seven hundred or something. He was tall, dark haired, and very handsome. They did say vampire men were smoking hot, they must have been talking about this one.

"I am." My confusion must have been evident because he elaborated, "You'll learn all this in your vampire history class. But the short answer is, my master is Sir Magness Carmichael, the vampire King. I'm the first male he turned, making me the prince." The information was a lot to process, each piece adding depth to the complex puzzle that was Dane. While raising more questions than it answered, this disclosure provided a glimpse into the layered world of vampire hierarchy and his unique position within it.