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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My Three Wives Are Beautiful Vampires.

As soon as Victor left, Vlad took the Orb and headed toward his personal room. When he reached the room, which even his wife could not access, he passed through a wall that led to a large room with several Artifacts.

This was a room personally protected by Alexios himself, a room that was outside the normal space. It could even be said that this place was a personal dimension for Vlad himself.

It may seem impressive, but it wasn't something as grand as the Inner World that Victor had.

Arriving in the room with the Orb in hand, he looked at three coffins with names written on them, specifically, he looked at the middle coffin, which read Vlad Dracul Tepes.

"To think things would end like this, my old friend." Vlad's eyes became melancholic as he remembered a specific scene.

A formless monster piercing the impaler's heart as his younger brother watched.

Chapter 897: We Are Dragons.