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Fictional Vampires

Vampire Chronicles

Year 1540 Nicole is a lowly human from the mainland trying to make ends meet as she would often paint for middle and high-class people sometimes even Purebloods which was rare in her case. She receives little money which doesn’t financially support her living. Until one day she received an invitation from the Snow Kingdom to paint the great Lord Jasper Gervassius. She reaches the kingdom and Meets Lord Jasper in the hopes of making a big income she receives more than what she bargains for. ---------------------------------- Teaser: Jasper placed both of his hands on either side of Nicole's head trapping her with his body. He stared down at her looking at his sweet innocent lamb, he couldn't help but smile at her widely. Her doe-like eyes staring back at him only made him want to devour her "Why do you play these games with me darling you know I don't like it. I think you forgot who you're dealing with." He leaned down against her lips slightly flicking his tongue in her mouth making her crave for more."My Quahneah Woman" Nicole gasped in shock as she wondered how he knew her tribe's name. Before she could say another Jasper had cupped her cheek softly placing his lips on hers and kissing her softly as he slowly removed his hands against the wall. He was wrapping his arms around her waist bringing her body closer to his as there was no space between them. As they continued Nicole started to become breathless pulling herself back to breathe, she couldn't help but look up to see Jasper looking at her with a smile that was Duchenne. His purple orbs looked into her seeing the love and adorn affection he was showing her.  "Jasper I have a question to ask you" Jasper hummed waiting for her question" What are we going to do about the tirade ." Jasper's smile suddenly became sinister as he narrowed his eyes "Why don't you leave that to me, darling."
KyrieUzumaki · 115.2K Views

Vampires Aren't Hot

Gwendolyn Black had all of her hopes dashed when her family moved to their little hometown. She hoped to keep a low profile or so she thought because she meets this interesting yet mysterious clique with unnatural beauty and charisma called the "Populars" and strange things seem to happen around them. She gets obsessed with revealing their secret thanks to the niggling feeling in her stomach - her instincts never lie - and due to an interesting chain of events, she suspects they are vampires. But then, vampires aren't hot? Or are they? Let's join Gwendolyn on this journey as she fights to uncover their secret? Also, When she finds out what is it they're hiding, would she become prey to them or an ally? Or even their nemesis? Read to find out. ~~~~~~~~~~ "Looking For me?" A deep husky voice echoed from her back and she almost had a heart attack. Where did he come from? As a simple reflex, Gwendolyn turned around and her eyes almost popped out. Here was Duane shirtless and only on jeans. Her eyes caught the trail of sweat that traveled into the prominent V of his abdomen and she gulped. This was sex walking in daylight. "Like what you see?" He snapped her from her thoughts. Gwen glared at him yet went ahead to ask, "H-how did you hear that question? I need to know because I'm sure as hell that you were distracted as I was. Hence, there was no way on earth you could have heard that," Duane chuckled, the kind that sent tremors down her body, "That's your mistake honey, I was listening in class," was his reply as he leaned against the wall, coming too close for her liking. He was invading her senses, his presence was making it too hard to concentrate, "It seems you need to be spanked, you weren't listening in class," He said suggestively. Gwendolyn went red in the face but she would not be fooled by his flirting, which was why she said to him boldly, "I know what you are?" "What I am?" he was clearly amused, "Then tell me then, what do you think I am?" "A vampire,"
Glimmy · 14.7K Views

A Contract with Vampire

[Warning: This novel features Mature Content 18+] Separating from her mother after 11 years brought out a lot of change in Ayana. Her cheerful self was gone, she was quieter and reversed. When she thought everything would change for the better, she was betrothed to a vampire. It was a political marriage. If that was not the worst, that man hated humans. The rumors said he killed humans just for pleasure. Just when Ayana thought she was ready, life gives her another surprise, her husband is a handsome swindler that likes to aggravate her with his sweet talk. He is an expert actor who likes to pretend his love for her. Can she resist her husband's charm and walk out of the marriage with an intact heart? Excerpt: “I will go first. I, Luca Winter, would assist and help Ayana Winter on her revenge plan and would never harm and hurt her. In return, I will ask for something Ayana Winter possesses and she had to give it to me willingly as the payment of my help.” Luca said casually. Ayana frowned as she looked at Luca. “Is it my father's journal?" Ayana said as she looked at the man, voicing her suspicion. Ayana noticed as the man's smile freeze for a millisecond. The man tried to act casual, but Ayana has got her answer. Ayana smiled as she finally got the response. The man was after her father’s mysterious journal. “I will give it to you if it is on my hand,” Ayana said still with a smile on her face, "and if not, you would have to ask for another thing with a similar value, take it or leave it." In her heart, Ayana promised to herself that she would never claim the book as hers, therefore Luca would never have a chance to claim it as his. She cannot believe the man, but she knew she needed his help if she wanted to make evident progress in her plan.
xandrinha · 732.1K Views

God Of Fiction: The Faceless One

Gray World is dominated by the will of Gods and thrives under the control of iron gears and steam. It is a place where faith is not a passive devotion but a currency—traded, bought, and sold by churches that wield their gods' influence as weapons. It is a place where value is absolute, value is everything, shaping every belief and controlling every life. Run by ironclad reign of Church of Steel, every life here reeks of smoke and decay, while the Church of Sacrifice whispers promises of salvation through pain and sacrifice. Yet, amidst this ever existing Gods of sacrifice, iron, and decay, a new God descends—one who was once known as The Faceless One, God of Confusion, Keeper of secrets, Messiah of messengers by en masse: the God of Fiction. God of Fiction, Ashur, reincarnates after dying by the wiles of God of Sacrifice and others. Unlike other gods, Ashur, does not demand worship through suffering or material devotion. Instead, he brings something far more dangerous: the ability to weave fantasies into existence, to blur the line between fiction and reality. "Is fiction not a truth waiting to be realized?" Whispers spread among the people—rumors of a church that doesn't preach, of a god who offers not suffering but something far more seductive: choice. They speak of dreams too vivid to be mere illusions and realities that seem to bend to their imaginations. What is fiction, if not another form of reality? When the masses begin to believe, does belief not shape the world itself? As his own proclamation goes— [To not exist does not mean one truly does not exist, for to be known is also a form of existence.] ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ [This book has been dropped] [If you want to read something after it, I would recommend, “Death Game: Beyond Reality“]
_Darker_Than_Black · 54.9K Views
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