Dio Brando Phantom Blood Novels & Stories

That smile suddenly disappeared when she saw someone who was being brought by Andros, but Naomi was still calm with an expressionless face. "Who is she, Draynes?" This time Naomi prefers to ask Draynes, asking about it to Brandi is not a good thing especially with Andros. Brendi is a vampire with a steadfast and resolute character, for Andros himself all vampires know that he cannot control his emotions.

Jeff released him, breaking off the line and letting him fall. From there, it became a game for Jeff to see how far he could let them run before snagging them back. Mrs. Brando headed for her house, and with her hand reaching for the doorknob, she found herself snatched from behind and lifted from the ground. Jeff brought her back, spinning her in a cocoon as he did. She landed at his feet like a corpse in a rug, and drops of venom pooled around his fangs. He sank the tips into the woman’s neck, draining as much blood as he could before her heart stopped.

Phantom let go of Dabria's neck and turned his head. He saw the scariest demon standing behind him. A very known face yet too horrific to look at. "Nobody is allowed to hurt my heiress. Nobody!" Adrian growled at Phantom angrily as he squeezed Phantom's heart so slowly. He kept on squeezing the heart until it squashed in Adrian's hand. Adrian pulled his hand out, pulling Phantom's soul out as well. Phantom's body dropped down on the ground. All eyes turned towards Adrian, staring at him with utter surprise on their faces.

Right after, the phantom would materialize to eliminate him. After entering the outside territory, this phantom was aware of James’ circumstances. James had been through so much, which led him to trust James for the time being. However, the knowledge that the phantom possessed was limited to what it perceived in its current form. The Ancestral Blood Master’s original body could not sense whatever the phantom was able to unless James returned to the Chaos with the Ancestral Blood Master’s phantom. Upon hearing this, James’ eyes lit up, and he asked, “How strong is this phantom?”

"I was born into that position, it was my right. No one else could EVER take my place, so what the hell are you talking about, Mattia--!" "You're wrong. It was always him." A blood-curdling scream rang out, and my wolf froze when the blood splattered into the air. Bright red and shining in the lights of the city when it shot across the cobblestones. "What...what the fuck, what the fuck did you do?!" Brandon was on the ground, but his legs weren't attached. I could see one a few feet away from him, bent and twisted beside a trash pile. The other was floating, dripping blood across its owner's face. The rivulets slid down, and his face twisted in agony.

“Don…Don.. the cop stammered. This can’t come out. I’m risking my badge just touching this. It’s not voodoo. It’s synthetic. Nerve-based. And whoever’s using it knows what they’re doing.” “I’ll work faster, He promised. “You better! your promises don’t hold shit.” I ended the call annoyed and slid the phone back in my coat. Ghost walked out of the shadows like he’d been waiting. That silent bastard never coughed, never blinked too loud. “Don,” he said. “Brando on the line.” He handed me a phone. “Talk.” Brando’s voice crackled. Nervous. Rushed. Like he regretted the decision to call “Sir, there’s been an incident. I froze.

Maybe she wasn’t as tough as she let on. The Healer pushed up off of the ground and hurried over to him. Brandon hoped he was as talented as Jamie, but the fact that he hadn’t been able to save the Hunter made him think that wasn’t the case. “Hi, sorry I couldn’t get here faster. I’m Antonio.” His accent implied he was Italian, and the fact that he looked like he could’ve easily taken the place of any of the statues around them made Brandon assume this was his homeland. “Let me take a look.” Brandon wasn’t sure what was stopping him, so he gestured in the direction of his crumpled leg. Now that he’d fallen again and had a giant Vampire roll up on it, it was hard to tell what was what. It loo

But if not, then Brandon would take the violent route. After losing Rachel, Brandon had tried to be patient and suppress his cruel nature. As an authoritative leader, he will seek the best solution. After all, Brandon needed their saliva as medicine. "Hey, aren't you in too much of a hurry? How about we introduce ourselves to each other first?" said the man in the robe. The smirk that formed on his lips seemed to mock Brandon. Then, he extended his hand with artificial politeness. "Damon Bloodknight," he continued, introducing his name.

Cosmo waved her hand to all the books behind her, she didn’t look in trouble at all for what she was doing right now. “The war…” Liam said, gritted his teeth because the pain was almost unbearable. How could he become more and more weaker when he supposed to be able to move his body right now if it was not because of the dark magic that she had used on him. This woman was trully a piece of art if he could say the least. “You don’t need to worry, they will not be able to penetrate this place at all.” Cosmo waved her hand, as if the war between the vampire and the human was a trivial thing for her.

"Food will be here any time now" "They will starve us until we swore allegiance to them" Daren said. He is a unique Badblood; he will become what he touched. If he touched a rock, his body will turn to rock. Though Mira didn't saw him transform into one, just thinking of it gave her chills. Daren on the other hand has very manly features: hard muscles, a clean cut hair, a beard, and a strong black eyes. His lips is tiny and his nose is extremely long but in a handsome way.