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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.

He has seven beautiful sisters. They are all crazy about their younger brother, but they don't know that he has already become a king who could make the world tremble! His elder sister, Queenie, is a cold-faced CEO! His second elder sister, Tracy, is a skilled doctor! His third elder sister, Alice, is a seductive killer! His fourth elder sister, Kate, is a beautiful reporter! His fifth elder sister, Angela, is so mysterious! His sixth elder sister, Anita, is the best actress! His seventh elder sister, Bertha, has an extraordinary identity...... Fifteen years ago, you treated me as your family. Fifteen years later, I will protect you in return.

It all began with a poor orphan who would work every day for long hours to pay for his Aunt's medical bills. When his life begins to fall apart and he is homeless sleeping in an alleyway he hears a robotic voice. {Do you wish to integrate with the Dungeon System} "Yes" he answers, without much to lose. And from then his life had never been the same. He was taken into a dungeon each night to hunt and he began to realise just how little he really knew about the world that was much wider than he thought. Discord Server: https://discord.gg/TtnGfdKanr Note: I do not own cover art

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling

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.

Mimpi yang aneh mendatangi Honey di sebuah malam yang dingin. Membuatnya bertemu dengan sesosok mahluk misterius dengan wajah rupawan yang mengaku sebagai seorang vampir. Dia pikir bunga tidur itu akan berlalu begitu dirinya membuka mata. Namun siapa sangka, mahluk itu malah mengikutinya ke alam nyata. Menawarkan pertemanan yang tak biasa di antara mereka. Namun itu baru permulaan. Karena setelah si vampir yang bernama Night itu hadir, banyak hal tak terduga dan tak masuk akal yang mulai terjadi di kehidupan Honey. Membuatnya harus berjuang mati-matian untuk sebuah misi rahasia yang dibawa oleh Night. Misi rahasia seperti apa? Temukan jawabannya di dalam cerita.

"Por que eu?" ela sussurrou. Sua mão segurou o queixo dela, forçando-a a encontrar seu olhar. "Porque só você faz meu coração bater novamente... e eu preferiria queimar este mundo a deixar você ir." ****** Um Rei está incompleto sem sua Rainha. Assim como Vincenzo Isaac Alfonso está incompleto sem sua pequena e inocente garota. Ava Sophie Marcus. Vincenzo Isaac Alfonso, um nome que fazia todos na terra tremerem de medo. Ele é um segundo Deus. Vincenzo é um chefe da Máfia de trinta anos impiedoso, ele é rotulado como Morte. Ele mata sem piedade. Ele sempre consegue o que quer e ninguém é capaz de questioná-lo ou detê-lo. Até o governo o respeita, o FBI se mantém longe dele porque todos estão sob seu controle. O que aconteceu quando o todo-poderoso Vincenzo Isaac Alfonso se sentiu atraído pela tímida, gentil e frágil Ava Grace Marcus e não poupará esforços para torná-la sua esposa? Ele conseguirá o que quer? A resposta é, sim, obviamente. sem uma luta, devo acrescentar. Junte-se a Ava em sua jornada de montanha-russa sendo a esposa do Don da Máfia.

"¿Por qué yo?" susurró. Su mano agarró su barbilla, obligándola a encontrarse con su mirada. "Porque solo tú haces que mi corazón lata de nuevo... y preferiría quemar este mundo antes que dejarte ir." ****** Un Rey está incompleto sin su Reina. Al igual que Vincenzo Isaac Alfonso está incompleto sin su pequeña e inocente chica. Ava Sophie Marcus. Vincenzo Isaac Alfonso, un nombre que hacía temblar de miedo a todos en la tierra. Él es un segundo Dios. Vincenzo es un jefe de la Mafia despiadado de treinta años, se le conoce como la Muerte. Mata sin piedad. Él siempre consigue lo que quiere y nadie puede cuestionarlo o detenerlo. Incluso el gobierno lo respeta, el FBI se mantiene alejado de él porque todos están bajo su control. ¿Qué sucedió cuando el todopoderoso Vincenzo Isaac Alfonso se sintió atraído por la tímida, gentil y frágil Ava Grace Marcus y no se detendrá ante nada para hacerla su esposa? ¿Logrará salirse con la suya? La respuesta es, sí, por supuesto. Sin pelea, podría añadir. Acompaña a Ava en su viaje de montaña rusa como esposa del Don de la Mafia.

Dorothy a passé sa vie à fuir—loin de la guerre, de la violence, et du loup qui sommeille en elle. Mais lorsqu'elle sauve un Alpha noir comme minuit mourant dans une forêt interdite, le destin refuse de la laisser partir. L'Alpha Joseph a attendu douze ans pour trouver sa compagne destinée. Blessée, vulnérable et tremblante devant lui, Dorothy est tout ce qu'il cherchait—et il ne la laissera pas s'échapper. Entraînée dans un monde de sang, de pouvoir et de loyauté inébranlable, Dorothy découvre que son don de guérison est plus que de la compassion—c'est une arme qui pourrait changer le cours des guerres entre meutes. Mais le danger rôde partout : des Alphas rivaux, des ennemis impitoyables, et les ombres cruelles de son passé. Déchirée entre l'amour féroce et possessif de l'Alpha qui la revendique et le chaos périlleux de son monde, Dorothy doit choisir : fuir à nouveau—ou se battre pour le foyer qu'elle n'a jamais su qu'elle désirait.