Amazonian Vampires Twilight の小説・ストーリー

“Lost, are we?” “You go no further,” I snarled, stepping forward. “You are out of position, wolf-child. And out of your depth.” His gaze swept over us, counting, assessing. “Your Alpha plays his games at the bridge. He will return to ashes.” He didn’t wait. He gave a slight nod. The vampires moved. It wasn’t like the stories. There was no chaotic rush. It was a silent, lethal blur. They didn’t howl. They just appeared, right in front of us.

She asked. Xavier leaned forward and tentatively sniffed. “Yep, definitely it.” “The vamps are also able to operate in daylight hours thanks to necklaces given to them by their queen. It negates the effects of the sun and makes them a bit faster,” I clarified. My mother sucked in her cheeks. “Witches,” she mumbled. I raised an eyebrow. “You think so?” She shrugged in a ‘who else’ gesture. I decided to table that train of thought for now. There were only so many subplots I could keep up with.

They lent her face a wise appearance, one that was soft and kind. “In our world, there are two types of vampire. Think of them like magnetic poles – opposites. Some can, and do, exist between the two poles. These two poles are called Light and Dark, or Daywind and Nightstar. These poles are not born into our nature when we are turned. Rather, they are born from what we do – our actions. With each action, we align ourselves with either the Daywind, or the Nightstar.” “Okay,” I mumbled. My head was already beginning to ache, but I nodded along regardless.

Chapter 6: Blood and Silence "There have been recent killings in the barren lands a few days ago. Some vampires who had gone to farm clashed with rogue werewolves, who killed every vampire on the land. Now the lands remain barren with blood and bones, decaying." Carson said, looking at the Primus, who sat on the throne. His eyes were dark, bloody dark. There was no sign of white or colored pupils in them. His jet-black hair accentuated the curve of his face, which remained expressionless. His jaw was sharp, sharp like a knife, as if you could slice an onion with it. His lips, full and red, made every woman in the vampire lands beg for his attention. He was a sin god. The god Kanchelsis must

It would be easier for me to accept such sublime zombie feelings. - How it works? - I suddenly asked, - How is the imprint? Or how? It wasn't exactly the start he expected. - Imprint? What's this? - okay, we haven't read Twilight. Literature has been written about them, by the way, I could have been curious. - Well, this is from the Twilight books, where the wolf found its mate, imprinted with one glance - and all the other is not needed. Here - this is already a familiar look, looking at me as if I were stupid.

Not until I had the power to protect her, not just from my uncle, but from the cruelty of circumstance. The air In the chamber seemed to thicken as I forced myself to breathe, the vampire instincts coiling inside me. Hunger, aggression, and the primal urge to strike pulsed beneath my skin. I crushed the impulse into submission. Strategy first. Patience first. Princess Victoria would come to those who controlled the shadows, not those who acted in blind fury.

"Bloodletting when the vampire is dying." ###

Tiernan clarified. "The Twilight Princess," Aideen affirmed again. "Do not ever call me that," I ground out. "What's wrong with being the Twilight Princess?" Aideen asked. "Too many damn vampire jokes," I snarled, and Tiernan choked back a laugh. "Vampires?" Aideen looked baffled. "Twilight is the title of a human motion picture about vampires," Tiernan explained. "It's a story; entertainment, like theater." "Which makes that title into a joke." I rolled my eyes. "As if it weren't bad enough to be a fairy princess. I swear; if my skin starts to sparkle, I'm going to scream."

The people at the inn will notice that something is wrong. I understood what it meant when I saw Ryson drinking blood from that maid. Feeding on humans. On weak people. I had read too many books, watched too many movies, heard too many stories about myths and legends, liked fiction very much. Where humans and vampires didn't get along. Most stories ended in romance, hate, war and death. I wondered how my story will be like seeing that my life is now twisted with these creatures. Vampires. Just saying the name creeps me out. Chills running up and down my spine like waves on the sea.

The music blasted through the living room and everyone enjoyed the music, including me, of course. Every once in a while, I would check up on the boys, making sure that they were having enough drinks. I want them all to get wasted tonight, including Alex, which was the only way for me to sneak inside his office room. "Do vampires even get drunk?" I asked Elena, who laughed before nodding, her dance moves already getting sloppy. "Special wine darling! Vervain or some shit mixed, I don't know!" she giggled before walking up to James and grinding her back against him. She's definitely drunk