Dio Brando Phantom Blood の小説・ストーリー

Halie vomited a clot of blood, and Roxie laughed, her eyes suddenly blazing a dark shade of blue that replaced her brown orbs. “Roxanne, that’s enough!” Kaizen ordered, but those words were deaf to Roxie’s ears. Her opponent's frightened screams were like music in her ears. She could taste the scent of fear in the air, but it wasn’t enough to slow her down. The power that coursed through her was evil, like a dark, exhilarating force that demanded she take everything and destroy everything. Halie underneath her had turned pale. Everyone watched in horror. “That’s enough!” She heard Kaizen’s voice before she was tackled, and her limbs were pinned to the ground.

The instant that smoke touched bronze trident, it was miraculously absorbed inside it and fell down in sea of dark thick blood which was still on floor, it looked like as if that bronze trident had trapped spirit of that female blood ghoul ghost. Jasmine was quite surprised to see this, simultaneously seeing Female ghoul ghost was defeated Draco quickly transformed back into his human form and fell down on his knees with a loud ‘THUD’, he was kneeling butt naked seeing which Jasmine hurriedly turned her head from side to side to look for a piece of cloth to cover his nakedness, they were in basement where there was nothing but broken wooden furniture, it was then Jasmine saw Mr. Hanzo who w

She scoffed at my announcement, "Mate, you say. That human cannot be your mate Damian. Do not be delusional" "The instincts, the attraction says otherwise", I argued. High Queen sighed, "Damian, being attracted or having craving for their blood doesn't always mean that you are mates. Vampires by nature crave human blood more than any other creature's blood because human blood is like nectar to our palates". She closed her eyes as if she was reminiscing something similar although I was aware that she had abstained from drinking human blood decades ago. Most of us followed her footsteps and I wanted to say that I had never felt this type of craving in my entire life. I never really had any inc

BLAKE “We’ve got our warriors stalking the perimeter of the Bois Sombre Pack. But their territory is too big to cover every part of it.” Beta Alfred walked into the bridal suite where I was now congregated with Luke, Jack, Kyle, Alex, Talia, and Tyce.

Irina screamed, her voice raw and breaking. I appeared behind the shooter and put a single bullet between his eyes. The man dropped like a puppet with cut strings. Then I was on my knees beside my brother, my hands pressing desperately against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding that would not stop. Blood poured through my fingers, hot and slick and unstoppable. So much blood. "No, no, no," I whispered, my voice cracking on each word. "Do not do this. Do not leave me." Alexei gasped, choking on blood that filled his mouth and spilled from his lips. His forest green eyes were wide with shock and pain and something that looked almost like relief. "Dima," he choked out, using the childhood n

As Sera was dying, she stormed into the room. Aurora didn't understand the ancient vampire tongue Lucien was muttering to her while he held her. Aurora's hybrid sight saw the tie between them as a thin silver thread that pulsed once, twice, and then started to fray."No," gasped Lucien. "Not yet. Let me—"

Then her phone rang. She blinked and reached for it on the bed. The screen showed: Uncle Mario. She hesitated, then answered. “I hope you love everything,” his voice came through, calm but heavy. Amara froze. She didn’t expect the gifts to come from him. For a moment, she didn’t even know what to say. Mario continued, “Blood is thicker than water. Always remember... Leone blood runs in your vein. Even if our family is not smooth, don’t spit on your family name.”

“I'm sorry, sir—we’re close, just a few blocks out—” “Close?! You were supposed to be here earlier! Do you even know what that means?!” Dante’s voice exploded into the phone, rough and raw. His free hand slammed the steering wheel, veins bulging at his wrist. “Bring the medics. Now! Sera got shot—do you hear me? She’s f*cking bleeding and you’re crawling like it’s rush hour!” Terror clung to every word. Not the kind you hear from a mafia boss, this was the kind that cracked a man open.

The storage room was dark. The hallway light poured in from behind Derrick, illuminating a large stain of dark red across the floor. It stretched from the doorway where he stood all the way to the corner of the room. I was slumped against the wall with my head tilted slightly to one side. A dried wound cut across my temple. The area around it had swollen into a massive purple bruise, so swollen that one of my eyes was nearly unrecognizable. Blood from my nose had run past my lips and chin, smearing across my cheeks and ears.

he would give the beast a merciful end. Brandon laughed softly at the irony of this as he walked to a nearby tree, and with a little bit of strain, he broke a thick branch from the tree. Planning to simply stab the beast in the throat until it stopped moving Brandon hefted the branch, took a step forward and locked his eyes on the black mound of teeth, claws and vile slobber. Something cracked him in the chin. Brandon flew from the brain scrambling blow. A lance of agony cracked across his jaw, and sliced up into the core of his brain as his head was nearly ripped off of his shoulder and he was tossed into the air.