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Owari No Seraph Vampires

Ascension of the Dark Seraph

Crossers invaded the world and thrust Humanity into an interworld conflict. Humanity's instinct for survival was stimulated—rekindling the ancestral bloodline's legacy that lies dormant within them. Vampires, Elves, and even Demons were not mere figures of fantasy, but rather the true ancestors of Humanity in ages past. Thus, Hybrids were reintroduced to the world. Lucivar Asarafall, a man of humble origin—failed to awaken his bloodline. Despite his good deeds, his family loathed him. In his final trial, he swore to succeed but fate intervened, he was chosen as the monthly sacrifice for his city. In a near-death experience, his bloodline awakened, an Angel. A turning point in his life, but soon he realized that he was not the Angel he thought to be. In a world where the rulers were descendants of Dracula, the Dark Prince—or Chi Long, the Inferno King, the bloodline of malevolent beings from realms beyond mortal comprehension coursed through Lucivar's veins. While others became Hybrids, Lucivar became the messenger of Evil Gods, a False Angel. "Who cares about good or evil? If I kill someone wicked, it's a win, one less rival in my way. If I kill someone noble, it is still a win—the world would've consumed them sooner or later. So why not let it happen by my hand? After all, I'm more practical. I became stronger and you get a painless death, win-win" ——— Very manipulative and unhinged MC, be warned. He's a slave to the Evil Gods. A trickster God. An arrogant God. A chaotic God. A wrathful God. A puritanical God. Read to find who these Gods are! ——— Author Note: Not for those who want fast development from the start but if you want good characters, then this is your novel! Chapter 1 to 22 will be focused on the MC's descent to villainous but once it kicks off, you won't be disappointed!
Mrboogey13 · 217.6K Views

Chain of Seraph

"You ran," His voice was low, deliberate, disturbingly calm. A statement, not a question. "You look at me as if I am the villain of your story," he mused. Her chest rose and fell, her legs ready to flee again, but her body betrayed her. Something unseen held her still—not magic, not fear. Something far worse. Him! Meribella forced herself to meet his gaze. "Aren’t you?" His lips curved, but there was no amusement in it—only certainty. "Did you truly think," he murmured, stepping closer, "that distance would make any difference?" His fingers lifted—a single, featherlight touch trailed from her wrist to her arm. She shivered. Her breath hitched as his hand brushed her throat. Not a grip. Not yet. But the touch alone sent ice through her veins. His fingers ghosted lower, resting lightly over her collarbone. His hand was warm. His presence was not. "Tell me, does that terrify you?" She should have lied. Should have begged, pleaded—anything but the truth. "No." The word left her lips before she could stop it. His thumb brushed against her pulse, feeling the rapid, traitorous beat beneath her skin. "Liar," he whispered in her ear, his warm breath sending a shiver of electricity coursing through her, making her ears flush with heat. The shadows behind him stretched, moving as though they had a will of their own. His golden-flecked eyes darkened, and the ember-like glow within them grew stronger. "You wear defiance well," His other hand lifted, his fingers barely ghosting over the curve of her jaw. Meribella swallowed, but the lump in her throat refused to budge. "But tell me, Meribella...what will remain of it once I take everything?" Her lips trembled. "You won’t." A low chuckle rumbled deep in his chest, "I already have." She hated him. She did. But her body, the very blood in her veins told a different story. Raze pulled back just enough to look at her thoroughly. His gaze trailed over her lips, the defiance and hesitation warring in her eyes. "Are you afraid of what I might do to you?" he murmured, watching her every reaction, every breath. Her lips parted, but no words came. Because the real question—the one she was too afraid to ask herself— Was she afraid of him? Or was she afraid...of what she would become in his hands? It’s a world of mystic powers shrouded in mystery, where reincarnation binds fates, and ambition drives dominance. Predators become prey. Who is a friend, and who is an enemy? Trust is a dangerous game. They were destined to fall in love. They were meant to deceive each other. They were fated to erase each other’s existence!
sunela · 5.3K Views

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 · 127.9K Views

No Name.u

"When a human tries to become a god, their can only be one outcome." ---------------------------------- As I opened my eyes, I was greeted with a disorienting sight. I found myself lying on a cold, metal bed, my limbs tightly bound to it. The feeling of numbness that had overtaken my arms and legs was overwhelming, and I struggled to regain any semblance of control over my body. As I looked up, I noticed multiple blindingly bright light bulbs arranged in a grid pattern on the ceiling, casting an eerie glow throughout the room. It was a sight that had become all too familiar to me over time, and yet it never failed to fill me with a sense of dread. I couldn't remember how long I had been trapped in this sterile, white room, but it felt like an eternity. My memories were hazy, my mind clouded by the constant barrage of experiments and tests that I was subjected to on a daily basis. I had lost track of time, lost track of the days and weeks that passed me by. All I knew was that I was a prisoner, a mere puppet in the hands of my captors. The experiments were brutal, each one more invasive than the last. They probed and prodded at my body, searching for answers that I didn't have. I was a lab rat, a subject for their twisted experiments, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. The pain was excruciating, but I had learned to bear it with a stoic resolve. I had no choice but to endure it, to survive in this hellish existence for another day. I had no idea what lay beyond the sterile walls of my prison anymore. The outside world felt like a distant memory, a dream that I couldn't quite grasp. I was cut off from the rest of humanity, isolated in my own personal hell. The only contact I had with the outside world was the occasional visit from my captors, who would come in to administer more tests and take samples from my body. They treated me like an object, not a person, and it was a dehumanizing experience that had left me feeling like a shell of my former self. I had no free will, no autonomy. I was a puppet, a tool to be used and discarded at will. At least, that's what they wanted me to believe. But deep down, I knew that there was still a spark of humanity within me, a will to survive and fight back against my captors. It was a small glimmer of hope, but it was enough to keep me going, to give me the strength to endure another day of torture and pain. ---------------------------- Get ready for a hell of a Roller costar plot. Remember to thank me later...…
Dlustery · 1.1K 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 · 745.3K 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 · 15.6K Views
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