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.

Chapter 440: Agnes lost… And determination.

Victor was on a balcony looking at the two moons, the noise of people talking while looking at the two Nightingale moons gave Victor a very contrasting feeling, but he felt surprisingly at peace.

Slowly, his body began to absorb the moonlight, his short black hair began to return to its original length, and his eyes glowed brighter.

It was as if the moon itself was comfortably embracing Victor's entire existence.

"..." A woman with long white hair hugging a red western sword looked at this scene with an indescribable feeling in her heart.

It was such a beautiful image, an image that should be immortalized in a picture or painting.

And that's what she did. She took her cell phone out of her pocket and took Victor's picture, doing it quickly and silently.

A technique she taught her beloved daughter.

"You and Violet really are similar, huh." Victor slowly turned to face Agnes.