Novel & Cerita Detective Vampire

Although she wasn't expecting an answer, she asked anyway. Akira's anxious about how a vampire could enter the safest place in the city. “For the fall of the king and rise of the new king.” The vampire guard muttered, and Akira heard it. ‘King? New King?’ “For the fall of the king and raise of the new king.” He muttered it repeatedly like a chant. The vampire's mouth was pouring saliva so thick and in the color blue. It reminded Akira of rabies, and she also saw it in pictures. Traces of thick things on the scene and the color blue weren't able to be identified back then. But after long research, it belonged to a dhampir.

I follow her scent until it gets mixed with another scent. "Vampires!" I say. Luther has caught the scent of the Vampires. The scent is very familiar. Fuck this! Why would they capture Clara?

I will give him more than he bargains for. I go to my new home, a plain suburban affair. It is furnished. Quickly, not breaking a sweat, I move most of the furniture into the garage. Then I retire to the master bedroom, draw all the shades, and lie down on the hard wooden floor and close my eyes. The sun has drained my strength, I tell myself. But as I doze off I know it is also the people I have met this day that have cut deep into me, where my iron blood flows like a black river over the cold dust of forgotten ages, dripping onto this green world, onto the present, like the curse of the Lord himself. I hope to dream of Krishna as I fall asleep, but I do not. The devil is there instead. Yak

When the man turned around, I was stunned to realize it was Derek Taylor, the youngest wolf in the pack. "Always thinking with your dick, Dimitri," he muttered with a smile. I remained sitting on the floor, staring at him in disbelief at his presence there. "Holy shit, what the hell are you doing here, kid?" I asked. He looked at the bed where the headless body of the vampire lay. Contrary to popular belief, vampire bodies did not turn into smoke or ashes. The corpse, however, smelled much worse than a human body, so getting rid of it was urgent. We didn't want to attract unnecessary attention to ourselves.

• • • At night in a simple house on the outskirts of London, a man was seen discussing with two women the case of finding a woman's body in the forest today. "I didn't find any animal footprints," said the man. One of the women with short hair and tomboyish style spoke. "Eric. Ofcourse, it was a bloodthirsty vampire." "I've also seen the woman's body, the bite wound is terrible," explained the long-haired woman. "We will investigate this case. It could be that this case has something to do with the previous case. That way we can uncover these cases one by one and find the culprit. That damn vampire ..." explained the man named Eric.

Only leaving the part where his detect skill won't work. "Now I understand, but how did you know it?" Vic paused for a while before coming up with a lie. "Errm, it's like this, anytime I have a puzzled question in my mind, if I keep on thinking about it, some kind of system or let me say magic, will tell me about it in full details. It's crazy right!" Vic said. "It's okay, but I've never seen such magic before or Perhaps it is this psychic vampire trait. Let's just go to another topic." Melody was getting frustrated.

David Winston was the first Vampire king who won ten kingdoms after defeating the Dragon king Marcus III and the werewolf king Pyrus, the blood hunter. Elsa read a lot about their journey when she came across a picture that had written about a night creature's consummation. It was such an awful picture. Elsa averted her eyes and slid her fingers to the other page because she didn't want to read it, and the little knowledge her maids gave was enough to understand what was on this page. “Don't,” a cold voice whispered and made Elsa jerk up in the seat with a scream, “O My god! “Shh! Your husband,” Gabriel laugh near her ears and held her in place.

I stared at Damiano, wide-eyed, waiting—wanting—something, anything: denial, outrage, even mockery. But Damiano only sat there, his smirk cutting like a knife, his silence saying far more than words ever could. And then—suddenly—something inside me cracked. A laugh burst from my throat, sharp and startled, spilling into the thick tension hanging over our table. At first, it was shaky, but then it rolled out of me harder, louder, until people—no, his people—turned their heads again, watching with their hollow, too-perfect smiles. I slapped my palm on the table, laughter bubbling like champagne. “A vampire? Really, Detective?” My voice rose with disbelief. “That’s your big reveal? What’s next—

No Adrian. No life. I stopped suddenly. Pain exploded inside my chest. I fell to my knees. I coughed. Blood poured out of my mouth. More than before. My hands shook. My body felt cold. So cold. I tried to breathe slowly. That was when I smelled it. Blood. Cold. Dark. Vampire. I slowly looked up. He was standing there. Tall. Calm. Watching me. The Vampire King. Damien. Damien POV I had been following the scent.

“Oh! Honey that is wonderful. You found your mate!” “NOOOOOOO…. Dad, you got to be kidding. I can’t be mated! I mean I just got a divorce and wait I can’t be mated to a vampire. He isn’t Pure-Blooded or anything. I mean I don’t think so! No, maybe he is a made vampire and that is why it was so strange I didn’t even detect him at the school….” She goes off on a verbal tangent while her dad tries to inject.