Dark Vampire 소설 & 이야기

Throwing him to the ground, the vampire closed his eyes in surrender and lethargy overwhelmed his shattered body His face covered in blood and bruises is disgusting and frightening "Give up," he whispered weakly, and Black smiled victoriously, and immediately his eyes returned to their natural honey color, evidence of the return of the owner of the body Zayn . Who ran to his sitting Mate looking at the void with concern "Your injury is still bleeding, let's treat you" He put his hand on her neck Being a charming and werewolf hybrid, he can actually cure it But he couldn't even touch her injury because she grabbed his hand in the middle of her path

I turned my head intent on focusing on my power, when my eyes lock with a glowing red pair. The air buzzed around us and not from my kinetic talent. The eyes belonged to the most alluring and dangerously dark sexy vampire I'd ever seen. His stylish dark hair, red eyes, barely there scuff and strong jaw lines made him mouthwatering. He was dressed in all black; covering what I knew to be a body of perfection. This vampire had a darkness about him, but he made it look good. My body ached for him. Another lashing had me screaming but not from pain. From the realization that I was actually desiring him like he was my ma-

I asked as I waited for him. "My last name is Blackson, a royal lineage of years back. I have one sister you know as Ingrid. My childhood friend Ryson. I am also a vampire as you have noticed but unlike other vampires, I like cooked food. I have many enemies and fewer friends. That is all I can disclose for now babe but I will tell you soon." I looked at him wondering what he had experienced to have such pain reflected in those gorgeous eyes. "Do you wanna hear about me?" I asked stroking his hair taking in his scent. He hummed softly.

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten

Vera's Pov Daemon's neck was turning purple under Dante's grip. Blood poured from where the claws had pierced skin, pooling on the expensive marble floor. His legs kicked uselessly, eyes bulging as he clawed at the hand crushing his throat. Dante's fangs were fully extended, dripping venom. His eyes burned pure red, no trace of gold left. This wasn't the controlled Lycan king anymore. This was the monster underneath, the vampire-wolf hybrid that had been caged for years, finally unleashed.

Damien took a deep breath and stepped inside, with the hidden smile that Damien used to make whenever he was about to kill a noble class vampire. A smile that concealed an extremely strong and dark killing aura. The signature smile with the piercing gazes of Sir Damien Blackheart, which indicates that he is ready to kill a vampire. Or maybe for this case, two vampires.

" said Damon . " Like seriously Damon are you sure you are even a vampire , you don't know anything ." exclaimed Cynthia . " Cynthia i am a vampire but i am not involved in this black magic stuff ...i just know that i have to feed on human blood , compel anyone i want to and live my life to fullest everything else is none of my buisness " snapped Damon . Cynthia gave an eye roll. " Well Cynthia what is this necromancy ?" asked Davina .

It was Damon—but it wasn't him anymore. His jaw was unhinged, hanging at an unnatural, broken angle that allowed a thick, tar-like black fluid to seep down his chin and stain his bare chest. His veins weren't green or blue; they were thick, pulsing ropes of obsidian that crawled up his neck and spilled into his eyes, turning his sclera completely pitch-black. A pale, sickening violet flame flickered behind his pupils, dancing with a cold, mocking intelligence that did not belong to a pack wolf.

I spoke up, earning multiple curses from my friends and family. "They're known as Darklings, vampires who do not possess a concrete bloodline from the Original Royal Family. Most of them are turned humans who have been corrupted by blood lust and a lack of the seal that imprints itself on every Vampire turned by one who is of true lineage blood. It seems the Dark Mages have altered them even more, corrupted their minds and enhanced their abilities to make them more dangerous than they usually are....Those foolish children. They shall pay for their error and for trying to alter goddess Hekate's laws."

But before he could complete his sentence, his eyes widened in horror. Dabria had stabbed his dark soul with the dagger of Eve. Dabria pulled the dagger out and stepped away from him. Dark flames engulfed Adrian's dark soul. His horrified screams shook the Karts pack lands. "You forgot again that I am not just a vampire. I am a reaper vampire hybrid. And as a reaper, I can kill you with whatever weapon I possess." Dabria finally answered the question Adrian asked her right before his soul was completely burnt.