Blood Relatives Vampire Kisses の小説・ストーリー

When she finished, she looked up at me, she twitched her lips. “Did you believe me?” I asked softly, I waited for her to say something but her silence was killing me. "If you still think I am lying, I could make you talk to Cameron." "Who is Cameron?" "The gamma, my cousin and Todd's cousin." Her eyes dilated with surprise, I guess she had no idea that Todd and I were related. "So you two are related? How come you are a vampire?" "Half vampire and Todd is as well but his wolf spirit is stronger than that of his vampire." She nodded. "So?"

“So, should I call you aunt, Princess Helena? Oops! Uncle Trevor will not like disrespecting his beloved.” Uncle Trevor? Sylvia was that blood sucker’s niece? No way! I stumbled back, losing my footing for a brief moment, my body rocked by the sheer force of the unexpected revelation. The Moon Goddess on the motorcycle, how the hell was it even possible? How could a famous Alpha be related to the Vampires in any way? My stupefied gaze darted around, searching for confirmation and fell at Zayden, seeking reassurance that what I just heard wasn’t a fragment of my imagination.

“And what about Eliza?” “Oh, this I do know a bit about!” She leans forward, eyes lighting up. “Lucas turned her around the Revolutionary War. She was the daughter of a British general who killed a bunch of vampires, and I guess he made her a vampire to get back at the general for something. She’s the only vampire he’s ever turned, and he didn’t want anything to do with her after he turned her, but there’s a whole weird thing with sires and offspring. I know he loves her. Not like in love, but loves her like a daughter. Or a sister. Or both.” She wrinkles her nose and shrugs. “It sounds so weird when I say it out loud.” “It does. But hey, vampires are weird enough, right?”

Raven’s fingers curled into the fabric at Victoria’s hips; Victoria’s nails grazed lightly against her scalp, sending shivers down her spine. They were young—nine and nine in mortal years, though Victoria’s soul was far older—but the kiss carried no innocence. It was recognition. Claim. A promise spoken without words: *more than friends, more than sisters, not yet lovers… but walking that road together, step by careful step.* When they parted, both were breathing hard—Raven audibly, Victoria in the silent way vampires do when emotion overrides instinct. Foreheads pressed together. Ruby eyes met sharp blue. No need for the diary. Not now.

She gave him another look and couldn’t take her eyes off him. “How come he looks so damn attractive even when he’s sleeping peacefully?” She wondered aloud incredulously. She kept staring at the man and suddenly noticed the family crest on its bow, where she encountered a familiar symbol, she had only seen in classic vampire movies. “Why is this sort of scenario giving me a vampire movie vibe?” And she was about to check herself the ankh circa out of morbid curiosity, but when she touched it, something pricked her finger and caused it to bleed.

There is time. “I am glad to hear that, then I must take this time and welcome you to our pack in advance and wish you a good stay.” He smiled at me, oh, that smile is going to be the death of many of our she-wolves. He looked at Kane with the devilish smile of his. “Now, can you introduce me to your family? I don’t want to keep referring to your better half as deary.” Kane briefly glanced my way. “That is my mate, Sara and our daughter Lilly.” The vampire looked at us as if trying to see something that he was not seeing.

I said as I moved closer to h and put my palm on his forehead. He looked at me with a kind of, 'what are you doing', facial expressions. "What are you doing?" He asked as he removed my palm from his forehead. "Stay still---" I said as I put my palm back. "I am just checking your temperature." I added. "Your body is cold." I said. "I told you that vampires are cold blooded. Do you forget things so quickly." He said to me with a frown as usual. "I didn't forget. I will get going now." I said as I held the knob of the door.

He forces the words through gritted teeth, speaking ever so slowly and with such aggression; it excites me for a reason. Octavius slides his hand from my breast up to my neck and forces my head back. I look up at him as a smirk spreads across his lips. I don't ask any questions, and he doesn't bother to speak up as he presses his erection against the small of my back. Damn the stupid height difference; I feel like a dwarf as he hovers over me. His hand rests like a glove on my neck, holding me in place. "Let me kiss you. Just once," Octavius whispers, moving closer to my face. I swallow and close my eyes as his lips meet mine. Until now, I've thought that a couple can only kiss when they're

Still laughing, she left, disappearing into the dark basement. “Cassidy?” She took a step backwards, away from him. “Vampires do that? Just--just…bite each other like that.” “Sometimes.” “Why?” He shrugged. “Didn’t you enjoy it when I bit you? We do it for the same reason.” “Is that…your bride? Aster.” “Hm-hm.” “I thought you don’t love her anymore.” “Yeah,” he said, running his hands through his hair, “things might have changed.”

Akira sighed and muttered, “It's not even sweet. What the hell is with those vampires saying our blood is sweet? It tastes like fucking iron rust!” When she heard a scream, she turned around—people had become even wilder than before. They were shouting and dancing as if there was no tomorrow. Akira smiled bitterly. ‘I’ll strip you of your rights as the successor of the next clan leader.’ She furrowed her brows. The striking statement of her grandfather earlier still can’t leave her head. She can’t believe that her grandfather will resort to that decision just to make her marry a vampire! He knows she can’t give up her rights as his successor no matter what, and he also knows that she despise