A Duel With The Vampire Lord Mga Nobela at Kwento

I asked with interest. "Ah..." he touched his chin as if he is thinking. “Ah! Their power is Ill—” what he said was cut off by an explosion causing us to turn to the source of that explosion. My eyes widened when I saw five vampires with black eyes. Dervy. They are outside the shield and trying to break the shield with their dark magic. "Let the hunting begin," Adrian said happily then grinned and quickly ran towards the Dervy group. Their father also followed him.

Red fire in the torchlight, teeth bared, she came down like a storm meant to end me. The crowd shouted, chaos rising in waves. Kael roared my name, but he couldn’t reach me in time. My wolf surged forward before I even thought. Silver light burst from my skin as claws met claws. The impact rattled my bones, but I stayed upright. She was faster this time, driven by pure rage, no longer measured or graceful. Her teeth snapped at my throat, missing by inches as I shoved her back with every shred of strength left. “This is madness!” one elder cried, his voice trembling. “The duel is over!”

He orders firmly and without another word of protest, I clench my fist and take a firm stance. He stands across from me, loose-limbed and annoyingly serene in his black tank top, the overhead lights carving shadows across the sharp planes of his shoulders. He is a combat prodigy, the fuckimg Lord Alpha of the entire werewolf world. He is a lifetime ahead of me in skill. How the hell am I supposed to survive a duel with him? "One hit," he says, his voice a low rumble that does nothing to calm my racing heart. "Just one clean punch to my face. That's all l'm asking, Willow."

The dagger skittered across the floor. The vampires attacked. Darius and Kade hit them head-on. The room became a blur of claws and fangs and silver. They fought back-to-back — King and Right Hand, exactly how the duel was supposed to end. I rolled away from the Lycan and came up with my sword. He was on me before I could stand. His blade was at my throat. “Give me the child,” he hissed. “Or I kill you now and take it from your corpse.”

Still I tried, pulling it from the wound and taking a wobbly step towards the door. My path was immediately blocked by two others, both of whom were far taller and broader than I was. I ducked, raising the knife at the same time and aiming for their sensitive inner thighs. The word fell into slow motion as I swung the knife, and I saw through the spotted blur a familiar face, shadowed in the dim light but still clear to me. Cyrus was here, and he was watching as I failed. He was one of them. He had always been one of them. Not just a vampire, but a monster. My hope withered in my chest, a bruised, wilting flower. As the last petal fell, I shoved the knife towards the nearest vampire with all

He said and with a blink of an eye he shot a substance, which looks like black shards into Derek's chest near his heart. And once again every one gasped. "Balian's assemble!." He shouted . Immediately. More like ' Avengers assemble ' I shifted my gaze to Derek who was now in so much pain. I broke down. I wondered why, I'm to be like the other people in the hall, with their faces showing zero emotions. But still their next in line they should be crying. Anyways always heard that vampires are heartless. Wonder if that is true.

However, one night destroyed their beautiful image, they started becoming crazy. Alpha Broderick's father told him that someone controlled them that day. It was none other than the blood king, the noble vampire who hates werewolf to the bone. No one know the reason why, but one thing was certain, vampire and werewolves will always be enemy. By the time Alpha Broderick left his house, Delta Cluxx was already waiting for him. His looks different from before, he's now wearing the battle coat of their pack and look more stunning befitting that of a warrior.

Louis went to the bed and saw his girl still sleeping and said, "This is not my blood, I haven't cleaned it yet." Harvey gave the towel to Boss, very quickly as Boss said, there was not a scratch on this handsome face, the blood was not his. Harvey asked timidly, "Is the hunt okay?" Although he didn't know the specifics of the situation, Harvey knew that the two Vampires they were fighting were two high-ranking Vampires. The Boss may not be injured, but the people accompanying him may be injured.

But for every one that fell, two more surged forward. “Don’t fall back!” Kael’s voice rang out. “Hold them!” Aria fought beside him, her body moving on instinct. But these were no ordinary rogues they were faster, stronger, fueled by some ancient hunger. Then the ground trembled anew. From the shadows emerged a figure tall, robed in black, eyes gleaming crimson. A vampire lord. Aria’s breath caught. Kael stiffened. “With me.” They moved as one, cutting through the swarm. The vampire lord raised a hand shadows lashed out, striking at Kael. Aria reacted without thought, throwing up a barrier of moonlight.

The vampire king called me a mistake that shouldn't be but he didn't mention what exactly I am. Am I a monster? My vision burns with tears, the world now blurry at the edges. The only one who can answer that is my mother, yet she's gone. “Please, believe me. I don't know.” The flickering in his eyes stop as he holds mine. For a heartbeat, I thought he would slit my throat. But instead, he rip his tank top and knot it around my wounded arm. “Why then did you agree to the duel?” he asks, his fingers now caressing my scars almost tender like it can erase what just happened. “The scent of your blood can drive them crazy and you might lose your life.”