Dracula Owl の小説・ストーリー

At least ten vampires were brought in as bait. “Quickly!” cried Alaric. The werewolves then turned into wolves to be able to run fast, while attracting Drake's attention. They were enormous wolves, making everyone who saw them scream in fright. In their mouths, hung the vampires who were mistaken for humans by anyone who saw. The police helicopter tried to fire at them, but the wolves ran very fast. Of course, Drake saw the commotion. He can smell the vampire who is the mortal enemy of the dragon.

"What is he? Specifically. I know he's your twin. I know he's an Alpha. Xavier mentioned .." "He's a vampire," Draco said his voice flat , and plain. "Has been for a long time." I absorbed this. "And you're.." "A great many things," he said. "I promised to tell you all of them. I intend to." "Not all at once." "Why not?" The ghost of something crossed his face. "Because some of it takes time to hear," he said, "and I'd rather you had time to hear it." I looked at him for a long moment. Then I pushed off the doorframe.

- the old man says, hoping to get more of the sale. - Creature, do you know who I am? I am Aurelius, Dracula's right-hand man, Dracula, the father of all vampires. Are you sure you want to piss off my nest? Dracula's nest? In 1 second, I, alone, can destroy your whole pack, feed on your women and take all your children. - the vampire's voice was so commanding and frightening that the foxes whimpered and cowered. – My new offer for the girl is a third of what I paid for the dragon.

“Dracula pays his respect to the Allfather, Odin – King of Asgard,” Dracula bowed slightly in relief when he confirmed the one inside the light pillar was indeed Odin. The man was wearing a long, black robe that concealed everything – from his golden armor to his brilliant yellow hair – but his golden eye and the ravens upon his shoulders. The staff within Odin’s hand contained so much power that Dracula shook from being in such close proximity with it, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by the Allfather.

She pivoted, sending her owl forward with talons extended as the witch reappeared at the exact spot she’d anticipated. The owl’s cry pierced the air as it struck, its beak elongating and driving deep into the mayor’s throat. It resembled a feral predator, more a vulture than an owl, in the savage way it pressed the attack. A guttural sound escaped the vampire witch, but even as blood trickled down her chest, she refused to surrender. The mayor’s fingers twitched. The fountain water quivered, and the surrounding hedge walls rustled, ready to obey her command again.

Her glowing yellow eyes blazed into Gera’s Gera was only a snowy owl because it fit her natural appearance best; most owl shifters were barn owls, brown-haired and black-eyed. She was the only one of her kind as far she knew. As the two women stared into each other's eyes she felt the nagging sensation of someone trying to get into her head to speak to her. She opened the connection, too curious to refuse. "It is so nice to see you back to your old self, daughter."

After a few minutes more the candle lights came on again while the owls returned. I waited to watch in alert and zero seconds. The new vampires stood up in their immortal forms, all in a separate species from the other. They were all physically different. The first one looked very similar to the joker, only this one had fangs, longer nails, a deadly face that made him look like an angry bat, short, red-skinned, and a very huge head. I quickly recognized that one to be the night prowler. He was of the Yara-ma-yha-who breed. An ancient breed common in Japan.

Maximus, Georgia, and Luna, standing as a united front, awaited Dracula's response. "I have observed the unfolding events with great interest," Dracula remarked. "The moonlit mark is a rare occurrence, and Luna's presence in this alliance is a testament to the intricate dance between werewolves and vampires. As you step into my castle, let it be known that the alliance between our packs and kingdoms will be tested and strengthened within these walls."

And while they could survive on animal blood, the first feeding had to be human. “I know,” he said. “Well, let’s hunt, then,” Dara said, smiling. “Perhaps there will be some for us as well.” Perched on a branch high above, a brown and white owl watched the vampires slip away into the night. It waited a few minutes until its keen eyes and ears told it the vampires had moved far away. Satisfied that it was safe, the owl fluttered silently to the ground. A soft silver glow began to surround the bird, beginning at its feet and working its way up to the head.

He was panting heavily and eventually collapsed onto his hands as he grew weaker. The owl swooped towards Draven again and continued its onslaught. Blood started to splatter as Draven’s deeply cut wounds accumulated. It was a massive owl. The deity growled as he tried to get the vicious animal away from him with his magic, but it was no use. The little bit he used on Alinta weakened him greatly; Draven only had his physical strength to rely on. He quickly transformed into his wolf form and snapped at the majestic bird as he jumped off the bed. The owl expertly dodged his teeth and protectively landed in front of Alina with his large wings open. It puffed at the large wolf while showing his b