Novel & Cerita Ikemen Vampire Vincent

That eighteen-year-old boy had brown hair, sky-blue eyes, and a pale complexion like a normal vampire. It was my first time seeing a vampire in person, so I looked at him curiously. The fear of a near death situation vanished from my mind after meeting my mate. Vincent identified the dead lycans, ordered Beta Arlo to contact their families, and arranged a VIP protocol for me. His care and affection touched my heart. He picked me up and walked towards his Limo. I complained through mind-link. “Why didn’t you respond to my calls, Your Majesty? I was so scared!”

Nanami Vincent wants them to be happy. Nanami Vincent stepped back, she looked at her hand and then lowered her face. Nanami Vincent is a vampire, and she's reminded herself for thousands of years. But Richard appeared. That man brought warmth that Nanami Vincent had never felt before. She loved him and Nina, her little daughter.

Vincent will not let her put her hands anywhere close to his skin. " he just doubted Vince word as if Vince is nothing and beneath him. Vince is the leader of the vampires for a reason and we refuse to let anybody undermine his ruling. " Courtney said as her face went cold. The mask she usually wore when she went to hunt was now on her face and there was no mistaking who her preys were.

He said, “I am Vincent, the king of the Haven’s Edge.” Ray snorted, “You are quite delusional to think you are the king of a place that follows no one.” Vincent kept his cold composure, “But you can make people follow you by pressuring them into submission.” “There are several species and gangs in the Edge. You just can’t declare yourself king if you take over one gang.” Ray retorted. He knew a lot about the Edge because he was born here. I knew very little about the Edge, but one thing struck me odd. Vincent’s eyes. They weren’t red like normal vampires. His aura also seemed very different, unlike his mates who had red eyes.

"I'm not yours, Tony. I'm not yours to make decisions for. I'm not yours to keep up on a shelf." "I don't keep you up on a shelf." He frowned. "I know what and who you are. I understand your capabilities. Your area kills more Vampires than any other." "But they're Rogues!" "You've killed more Vampires than me, and I've been a Vampire for damn near a hundred years. Everything about you is controversial. We Neratomay follow an internal instinct that you have no concept of. To break out of our mode is damn near impossible. I've had to think about it myself. Do I really want to deal with your desire to modify rules we've had to live by for thousands of years? This ain't a fucking soap opera! Thi

Vincent is definitely not impressed with the sight of her standing outside the car. “Get back inside,” he growls at her. “Keep Willow company. Also, keep an eye on her. Surely, you can do that?” Just then, we hear Tessa’s loud scream. It sounds guttural. Filled with pain. Vincent is off. He runs towards the action, appearing there in the blink of an eye. Ginny and I watch as he makes quick work of the vampire trio.

Unlike Lev or other vampires, who have good self-control over their desire for human blood, Vincent’s beastly side has dominated him since he was born and grew out of control as he grew older. In the past, Vincent once caused a commotion in the city and killed ten residents by sucking their blood dry. The Elders wanted to exterminate him, but his father begged them to forgive him and he promised to watch Vincent closely and never let that happen again. After going through tough negotiations, Lev’s late father was one of several members of The Elders who requested that Vincent be exterminated, The Elders decided to give Vincent a chance, on the condition that he would be exterminated if he on

“I thought you were him.” My eyes flew open. He stood there in front of me—the vampire from the cave. Tall, broad, his eyes glowing faintly red in the dark. “Why didn’t you answer me?” Alice demanded, stepping forward, fury crackling in her voice. “Because it could have been Silas playing tricks,” Vincent said, his tone calm, measured. “Is he dead?” Alice pressed. Vincent shook his head once, his expression grim. “He got away. I couldn’t pick up his scent after he vanished.”