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 662: A Destined Confrontation.

"And this is the last-... ORAAA!" Leona punched a Behemoth in the head and sent it flying into the sky.

She kicked the Behemoth in the air and caught the monster by the legs; then, with ridiculous force, she spun in the air and threw the Behemoth towards a pile of monster corpses.

She disappeared again, reappearing above the Behemoth, and punched the monster, opening a hole in its head.

The monster fell to the ground with a crash that caused a tremor all around them.

The 10-meter-tall gigantic monster was treated like a fancy toy by the Werewolf girl.

"Ahhh! Leona! What are you doing? Don't destroy the monster's body! We need it to create more armor!!"

"Shut up, Eleonor! I'm still angry, okay!?"

"And you Werewolves say our Race is temperamental!" Eleonor grumbled.

"Look at that, and say you're wrong." Leona pointed to a particular location.