Victor_Weismann

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.

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[A/N: The cover is mine, it's original.]

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My Three Wives Are Beautiful Vampires.

"Darling…" Violet muttered worriedly as she looked towards the coliseum. Even though the structure couldn't be seen in the distance, Violet instinctively knew where Victor was.


"Don't distract yourself in a fight." A cold voice spoke from beside Violet.


Violet turned quickly and tried to defend against the oncoming attack, but she wasn't quick enough.


Hilda kicked Violet in the face, and her kick was so hard it threw Violet across the hill, "Ugh" Violet was buried under a pile of rocks.


"Never let your guard down, always be prepared to use your powers at any time, remember; you are the heiress of Clan Snow, everyone envies you, and everyone loves you, but at the same time, you have a lot of enemies." Hilda straightened her white glove and continued watching the place where Violet was buried.


"HAAA!" Pure fire covered Violet's body, and soon she came out of the rocks.


She looks at Hilda, "Now I understand who was inflating my mother's narcissism."


Chapter 63: Coward.