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The Vampire's Lord Mate is Reincarnated! BL/Yaoi

What were you to do if, one day, you are not only invited to work in a new find supernatural city to investigate paranormal crimes, but gets hit on by the velvet wearing Vampire Lord of the city every chance he gets?! I was happy of finding good use for my knowledge over the supernatural beyond my books and blogs, and if there is a place a shy nerd for mystical creatures like myself can fit in, that would be one of the Foggy Cities that popped into existence all around the world, especially the gothic full of vampire one, the New Stormhold. Only that… it seems that my own past hold secrets from me, and that perhaps that smirking overconfident Vampire Lord has more to do with it than someone I should not have never known has. The only problem is, am I willing to pay the price for finding out? Because it may have been already too late the moment I stepped inside this city. And met his crimson hungry eyes. ~~~~~ ML:*cups MC shin, getting real close to whisper* You smell really nice… Let me have a taste mon chéri … MC: O-oh yeah? T-thank you b-but I- ML: I may as well have you for dinner instead… MC: *blushs, panic alert, alert!* Voice 1 : Oi, wait right there, I want him too! Voice 2 : No no, I saw him first! MC: …. ML: As if you all could have a taste of what is mine, scram! ~~~~Warning~~~~ Mature content, including gore, explicit smut, swearing, relationship between men. BTW is 1v1 relationship, not a harem, the others are only very… enthusiastic about it hehe.

VCris · LGBT+
Not enough ratings
60 Chs

Chapter 49

I don't really know what happened, I just know that, one moment there was blood and pain, and the other a blinding flash with a wave of heat and the smell of burning flesh the next.

The unhuman creature lets out a shriek of pain and holds his face in his hands, coiling back into the veil of darkness before I could see what had become of him, but I had no time to ponder what had just happened nor try to put two and two together as to what matter of creature had just assaulted me, the sulfuric smell burning in my nostrils, for I see my opportunity to escape when, as if having their strings cut, the undead skeletons fall down on the floor with loud cracklings all over the cave, back to being a simple pile of bones, hollow as the dull doll they were made into, played by the strings.

I run without looking back, the sound of my footsteps being suppressed by his howls of pain and chain of swearing deadly promises of pain and suffering once he caught me.