Cia Vampires の小説・ストーリー

I wanted to grow. “Sebastian has never shown interest in anyone at court, and now to have a blood bond with a gifted vampire.” And she took the bait. I loved being devious. It took so little effort to manipulate others to do my dirty work. “A vampire that can freeze time.” She looked up at me. “Do you think if she were strong enough, Sarah could freeze an entire army or everyone in the castle if she wanted to?” “With the way Sebastian has been pushing her. I think she is stronger than we know.”

But holding it in wasn't going to make her situation any better. "Damn it Khloe I'm not going to punish you for crying." I finally said. I guess that's all she needed to hear because the next thing I knew, she was burying her face in my chest, finally letting her feelings show. I just laid there, holding her there as she cried. Most Vampires don't understand the mentality of humans. They don't allow their pets to show emotions and then get bored of their pets because they act like emotionless zombies. They don't understand that forcing a human to suppress how their feeling is just setting them up for failure.

Had the Blue Valley pack been attacked by them? “Cassian Varnholt? Who the hell is that?” Dayton asked. He was the only one who didn’t know about this. “Why am I the only one that doesn’t have a clue about what's going on?” “Well, let me enlighten you, Dayton,” Damon said, turning to him, his voice laced with sarcasm. “Cassian is a centuries-old vampire who has been tormenting werewolves for years. Wiping them out wherever he went. He stopped by Greeley a few decades ago, and has been to a few werewolves’ feasts over the last few years.”

Immediately, the two vampires began rubbing their faces into the side of the women’s necks. The third female had bright red hair and soft, angelic features. Valentin’s stomach dropped as he realized it was Zahara. His heart pounded out of his chest. He didn’t know she’d been Renatus’s latest obsession. He thought she was safe, confined to the walls of Aveline’s chambers as her waiting maid.

She reluctantly sat there, looking at the Goddess in front of her. "Give me your hand," Hecate offered, showing the girl her upturned palm. She placed hers in it, a little surprised at the coldness meeting her skin. "You are grieving. Your heart has been broken by the vampire," the Goddess' voice sounded ominous and powerful, suddenly coming from all around her. Diana's breath hitched in her throat. The Goddess wrapped her hand around hers, her sharp and black nails quickly sinking into Diana's skin like tiny blades, drawing blood. Diana let out a pained mewl, eyes widening with alarm.

And trust Lucian to leave when you best need him. As I sip from my drink, searching the room for a friendly face I hope… I felt warmness behind me and when I turned, I saw two females vampires standing tall, taking me in with their glasses to their mouth. “Hi, I'm Aria.” I stretched out my hand for a handshake and a face of warming smile. They hesitate, looking at each then let out a high pitch synchronised laugh. It definitely gave Jenna but the vampire edition. Circling me like their prey…

Their eyes, deprived of the controlled, chemical glow, dilated into abyssal pits of pure, insatiable famine. They swarmed out from the vents, the rafters, and the shattered mirrors”a legion of starving, feral things. Cattleya stood atop the frozen, silent heart of the machine, her body a statue of silver filaments and frost. She watched as the first wave of vampires descended upon the cathedral floor, their movements no longer graceful, but twitching, insectile, and frantic. They didn't see her as a person. They saw her as the only remaining vessel of the "blood"—the source of the power that had sustained them for centuries.

“Her guilt is written across her face and her lies are poorly weaved together. The council will deliberate in private. The judgement will be announced in private. Everyone is dismissed.” I nearly collapse into Maxwell’s arms as two large, unfamiliar vampires approach Daisy. As they grab onto her elbows to guide her away, her knees buckle. She desperately tries to collapse to the floor, wiggle out of grasp, but they only hold onto her tighter. She’s more or less dragged out of the room back to her room.

I say strongly. “I’m a vampire”

Paxton sighed and reached his head. “Sometimes, I think he’s autistic,” Paxton mumbled as a few of his papers flew off. He sighed as he gritted his teeth. “Ciel!” He shouted. “I’m sorry!” Ciel shouted from outside as he picked up the papers. **** For days, he’d been tracing the key to unlock the vampire who had been in a slumber for years. She’s been locked out because of the crimes she committed. She killed humans out of hunger. She was a poor lady who was born as a hybrid. An orphan.