Dracula Lottery の小説・ストーリー

“I told you, didn’t I? I will put an end to that problem of yours. I’m not toying you, Katherine. Let’s say, I want to play a game with you.” “What’s the difference, huh? You want to play with me, it’s all the same!” “Toying you is different from playing with you. Toying you means I’m just the one who’s receiving all the benefits, meanwhile, if I say playing with you, you can cooperate and have your fair share of benefits in our game.” “Well then, Mr. Supernatural, I don’t want to play a game with you.” “It’s Helion. My name is Helion.” “I don’t care about your name at all.”

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

This baffled Alaric and he whispered, "vampires too?" "Yes, they are killing vampires. A few days ago, a patrolling team was assassinated by an unknown vampire cult. There was no clue who did that but it was convinced that vampires commited the crime. Later, we received a letter from an unknown address and asked for the redemption of Edmund Whitmore. Who else could be behind this?" Said Adna. "It is weird… How did they know about Edmund? He was crucified publically and…" Alaric was confused. "That's why we are scared…" said Gage.

DEVIN It took me about twenty minutes to drive over to the countess of blood's house. Wilhelmina"Lilith" Harker was the crazy undead bride of the most fearsome vampire that ruled the eighteenth century. Her nickname was coined from her unending taste for men's blood after the assassination of her husband Vlad the impaler. It was said that she was unable to feel a love any like the kind Dracula has shown to her and had reverted to reliving the only memory she and her husband shared; draining the lives of the innocent. Given all that, Lilith made her home in a ritzy subdivision by the name of the fraternity house where she threw unholy parties with her sires and pets before she got bored and k

Beside the bed was a hospital drip stand with blood bags hung from the hooks at the top of the pole then connected by a tube into the lady's veins. As a doctor, Lloyd knew his daughter wouldn't survive with an ordinary blood extract from the hospital but an unnatural blood could save her. Truly, his daughter died as he explained clearly to Clancy few days ago but the amazing part of it that gave him a light of hope was how she was revived by Clancy's blood. That is the unnaturality that happened to him. So he had been extracting his entire life waste bloods from Clancy, blood clots and other unnecessary blood from him in the name of medical treatment or checks and using it to revive his daug

suggestions are helpful, any other suggestion? The eldest among the Drakes stood and said, "I don't want to sound negative but I don't believe this plan of ours will work well, but I suggest we get any of the beggars on the street to play the role of the person who is to collect the reward". "That's a great idea", Elder Joe said. The youngest among the Dracula stood up, "I don't support his idea at all, we just can't take a beggar and reward him, the people will ask questions and also the group or person responsible for the killing of the people we have rewarded will be forced to rethink when they want to strike". "What do you suggest?", he asked. "We get this beggar and brush him up,

alpha Larry barks at him with so much rage. "Hahahaaa..!!" Dracula laughs out loudly and then, with lightning speed, the two launch themselves at each other. Dracula moves with blinding speed, his fangs bared as he launches himself at Alpha Larry's throat. But the werewolf was ready for him, and he twists away, slamming Dracula into the ground. The two fight with a ferocity that shook the very earth beneath them. They clawed and bit at each other, each determined to emerge victorious. But in the end Dracula emerges as the winner.

Draco POv I watch the underground auctions for almost an hour. Nothing. Not a peep of the hybrids. I have no idea what to do unless, DAMN! Joel Lee sold the hybrids to the vampire authority. It is the only explanation. He will want to get rid of them fast and make a quick buck. I have a few contacts at the vampire authority. I can reach out to them, but bidding in a hight profile auction for that many hybrids could be a problem for me and our cause. I have no choice.

The truth: I needed to cover up the fact that I didn't smell like milk and honey. The next few months were a grotesque one-woman show. Lucius visited every fortnight, playing the part of the "devoted mate." But his gifts betrayed him. For me, cheap blood-plasma products. But according to the Covenant blood bank records I'd hacked, he'd been withdrawing "First Blood." A sacred relic that could bring the dying back from the brink of final death. Its destination? Lilith's apartment, of course. It was clear the werewolf mongrel was draining the life from her. Lilith was weakening fast.

Now they were bidding on me like I was property. I had no power. No wolf. No one to save me. I lowered my head and accepted my fate. Then a voice cut through the noise like thunder. "One million dollars." The entire room went dead silent. I lifted my head to see who had spoken but before I could the announcer dropped to his knees pulling me down with him. "Sold to the Lycan King!"