Eric Northman True Blood 소설 & 이야기

“Edvana Batog of Quandagh, or is it Erin Brown of Fairbanks?” Erin turned toward the voice that she now recognized as that of the ultimate enemy but nothing prepared her for who she saw. “Darren White?” She said in awe. “How?” The tall handsome man with platinum blond hair tied up in a half bun just as Danshak wore his, was dressed in a leather combo outfit that was way ahead of its time in terms of design. This man standing in front of her was the replica of the leader of the White werewolf pack in Fairbanks where she’d come from. He was a member of her clan in the future, but here, he was the devil who was determined to wipe out her family and maybe her too.

"I'll kill your entire family if you don't call him. Do you honestly believe he'll protect them?" "He will always protect them," I declared emphatically. As he yanked on my arm, pinning it behind my back, I let out a small whimper. With my free hand, I regained my balance. "She's lovely, Eric; I think I'll keep her!" The man stated that he was tired of waiting. Eric was covered in blood when he faced me. I would have started crying if I hadn't been angry. He appeared to be a vicious monster with no semblance of humanity left in him. He was torturing as well as killing these people.

The young man frowned slightly as if it wasn't an easy decision for him, but he still gave a quick answer: "I'll consider it" Throw the phone aside. Riven, a little tired, laid down on the bed, his eyes wandering to the ceiling. With 1/5 of the pure blood in his body, he can see in the dark without the use of lenses. Gently lifting the infinity pendant, a sigh echoed in the night: "Who you really are Eron!".

Within a few minutes, a line of vehicles started to arrive, all creating a blockade in front of the house as though Eric didn’t want the rest of the pack to see. He jumps out of the vehicle that comes to a stop right in front of me. “Did you find them?” I ask and he shakes his head “Not exactly.” Eric looks around. “Where is Neah?” “Asleep.” He nods his head and pulls open the back door of his large car and drags a naked man out by his feet, tossing him to the snow covered ground. His wrists and legs were tied together, a thick metal chain had been looped around his neck and he was only half conscious. Blood and mud covered him, making it impossible to tell his age.

Luke blinked his eyes open, Diana going in and out of her vision, she was bright as the sun, it was almost blinding. His mother was behind a tree panting as tears streamed down her face. Diana was going to kill them all. A dark figure whisked past them, running smack into Diana and taking her out of the air. Both the figure and Diana tumbled to a rough stop on the floor. It was Daemon. He struggled to get on his feet, retracting wings. Her eyes were still completely golden. “Diana you need to—” he was interjected when she lunged forward and grabbed him by the throat, lifting him off the ground and hurling him through a tree trunk, shattering it into bits.

They looked all the parts of respectable business men, however it would be safe to say they were everything but. “The guy with the darker hair goes by Eric Turner, he has ties to a few criminal organizations including the Lords of Salem. There is not much backstory for him, orphaned at eight and went through the system until he aged out. No known relatives, he has some sort of record but it’s sealed,” Jonah paused, changing the screen to just a photo of this Eric guy. A close up of his face showed a scar just above his left eye and the effects of being in one too many fights. “He is a skilled fighter, spent years as a muscle for hire before he branched out, then his dealings turned sinister.