novels about vampires

Victor was a normal 21-year-old man, he grew up in a loving family that helped him take care of himself knowing that he had a practically incurable disease, the RH null blood, he was the owner of a rare blood type... But what Victor didn't know, is that this blood type was a delicacy in the supernatural world, creatures that fed on blood loved his blood type... And that blood he hated would be the factor that would make Victor the greatest vampire of all time. ........................... [A/N: The cover is mine, it's original.] This novel is being edited by: IsUnavailable, And Davo 2138. If you want to support me so that I can pay artists to illustrate the characters in my novel, visit my Patreon: patreon.com/VictorWeismann More characters images in: https://discord.gg/4FETZAf

Victor était un jeune homme normal de 21 ans, il a grandi dans une famille aimante qui l'a aidé à prendre soin de lui-même, sachant qu'il avait une maladie pratiquement incurable, le sang RH null, il était le détenteur d'un type de sang rare... Mais ce que Victor ignorait, c'est que ce type de sang était un délice dans le monde surnaturel, les créatures qui se nourrissaient de sang adoraient son type de sang... Et ce sang qu'il détestait serait le facteur qui ferait de Victor le plus grand vampire de tous les temps.

I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn. ***WORLD'S BEST STORY2014*** Her mom's a witch. Her dad's a demon. And she just wants to be ordinary. I batted at the curl of smoke drifting off the tip of my candle and tried not to sneeze. My heavy velvet cloak fell in oppressive, suffocating folds in the closed space of the ceremony chamber, the cowl trapping the annoying bits of puff I missed. I hated the way my eyes burned and teared, an almost constant distraction. Not that I didn't welcome the distraction, to be honest. Anything to take my mind from what went on around me. Being part of a demon raising is way less exciting than it sounds. Sydlynn Hayle's teen life couldn't be more complicated. Trying to please her coven is all a fantasy while the adventure of starting over in a new town and fending off a bully cheerleader who hates her are just the beginning of her troubles. What to do when delicious football hero Brad Peters--boyfriend of her cheer nemesis--shows interest? If only the darkly yummy witch, Quaid Moromond, didn't make it so difficult for her to focus on fitting in with the normal kids despite her paranormal, witchcraft laced home life. Add to that her crazy grandmother's constant escapes driving her family to the brink and Syd's between a rock and a coven site. Forced to take on power she doesn't want to protect a coven who blames her for everything, only she can save her family's magic. If her family's distrust doesn't destroy her first.

In a world where the chosen one has defeated the demon lord and brought peace to the realm, now 500 years have passed since the demon's defeat. Aetheria, the world, appears peaceful, but is it truly so?

Reborn in the United States in 1995, with all the web novels he has read in his head. Let's see how he uses online literature to skew America's bestseller rankings and become a popular cultural master like Stan Lee. In the 20th century, what is the largest IP in Hollywood? It's comics and web novels! Netflix? It's nothing without online literature! Disney's CEO later claims.

THÈMES MATURES : Esclavage ...éléments TW Après que sa famille a été brutalement assassinée devant elle par le Roi des Vampires, Zyren Blackthorn, pour être des chasseurs, Aria est laissée brisée et dévastée, désespérée de mourir. Son monde est anéanti lorsque Zyren, au lieu de la tuer, la revendique comme son animal de compagnie, la traînant loin de son village jusqu'au cœur de la ville centrale. En tant qu'esclave humaine, elle est forcée d'endurer ses désirs sadiques. Chaque nuit, il lui rappelle son impuissance, mais sous sa cruauté se cache une obsession qui brûle avec intensité. Malgré sa haine et son désir de vengeance, le corps d'Aria la trahit, et elle se retrouve prise entre un désir sombre et son besoin désespéré de vengeance. Extrait : La respiration d'Aria se bloqua tandis que les doigts de Zyren traçaient la ligne de sa mâchoire, son toucher plus froid que la glace, pourtant brûlant sa peau avec la promesse d'en faire plus. Elle devrait résister, devrait riposter, mais son corps la trahissait—frissonnant, désirant ardemment le plaisir qu'elle savait qu'il pouvait lui donner. "Tu pensais que je te tuerais," murmura Zyren, sa voix un ronronnement sombre. "Mais au lieu de cela, tu m'appartiendras. Chaque partie de toi sera mienne." Ses lèvres s'entrouvrirent pour parler, mais les mots restèrent coincés dans sa gorge. Le souvenir du sang de sa famille tachant ses mains lui retournait l'estomac tandis qu'elle le regardait avec haine. "Dis-moi," grogna-t-il, ses mains descendant plus bas, pressant contre la douceur de sa peau, "souhaites-tu toujours mourir?" Elle serra les poings, les larmes menaçant de couler, mais son corps tremblait sous son toucher. "Je ne souhaite rien d'autre que d'être libre de toi," cracha-t-elle, mais même alors que les mots quittaient ses lèvres, elle sentait la faim en elle—une faim qu'elle détestait mais qu'elle ne pouvait nier tandis qu'elle fixait ses yeux rouges. Un besoin de se PRÉSENTER à lui et de le laisser la monter... corps et âme.

The world with it's beautiful mechanised civilization came crashing down when the greatest source of fuel it had ever known suddenly ran dry. Worse part is, it all happened in one night. Great world economies plummeted like a shooting star at the horizon. Panic umbrellaed man kind unlike anything he had ever faced before. It was worse than any wars or plagues that had come before it. However, by some miracle, a different source of energy just as rich and nearly boundless as the last was discovered. They called it Ryeoun Energy. The energy of the soul of living organisms. The purest and best rated of this energy, came from man, the most intelligent of all beings. But like every grand mistake this specie had ever made since the dawn of existence, they abused it's power which lead to the climb of depression rate by 60% of the society and suicide rates more than tripling it's usually number. In short, humanity was killing it's self. World Governments seeked ways to amend this problem and soon enough, inhumane experiments were conducted. This experiments created the Blood demons (Vampires). Talk about leaving the hot pot and straight into fire. Only Darklings a different breed of man induced evolution can stop them. However,with the plans the vampires have, even Darklings are about to bath in a world of pain. Only one. An outcast, a hybrid, and an irresponsible jerk can save them. But before he can save anyone, who will save him from himself.... ........,............................... Disclaimer:The art work is by Nasir... If you like it, dm me I'll help you connect.

Advice of fictions where girls dress as boys. In short, it can be called the Gender bender* category. Also known as crossdress. This is not fiction! Fiction recommendations!! And each one is in the gender bender category!!! I am open to recommendation. You can also submit your own creations.

==WARNING==READ ME== Assalamualaikum Hope this synopsis finds you well. This is not my work. I just copy the translated novels here without so many changes. I just like these novels so I want to share with everyone. You are being reminded that the translated chapters are so terrible. Peace

"It's already 12:30 a.m., thirty minutes past midnight and I still can't locate the fucking grave. Just how deep did these assholes bury her? Were they trying to hide a body or dig to the Earth's core? I know, I know. You're probably wondering what the hell a woman in her late twenties is doing in a cemetery, covered in dirt, and digging up graves like it's a normal Friday night. And no, I'm not a gravedigger............" I had three fucking rules. Just three. And sure, no problem with the undead—until me and my brilliant fucking stupidity decided to break every single one. **Rule one**: Don’t remove the necklace. **Rule two**: Don’t talk to him. **Rule three**: For the love of all things holy—don’t open the fucking cage. Simple, right? Apparently not. I shattered them. One by one. Like an idiot playing with a loaded gun. And now? The most dangerous vampire in existence is free. Two others are hot on my tail. And I have no idea what the fuck I’ve gotten myself into.