Fantasy Vampire 소설 & 이야기

Then, a powerful voice rang out across the battlefield: “Guys—don’t be shy. Grab yourselves a snack.” Harpies shrieked in horror as hundreds of vampires appeared from nowhere on the batterfiled. Unlike wolves, they could fly—fast, merciless, and hungry. Vampires pounced on harpies, piercing their skin with fangs to drink them dry. Piercing screams of harpies filled the air, and they rushed to leave the fight, trying to escape the death.

Push harder, Alexandra. I muttered, bringing my power forward as I reached out to break the last barrier over them, revealing a sinister presence that had me releasing a small gasp. Violence poured out from them as well as bloodlust. They were feral, inhuman creatures that seemed to possess more than a longing for blood. "Vampires...They have vampires...and not the normal kind. They seem to have been altered by magic to be more violent..." I spoke up, earning multiple curses from my friends and family.

"Yes, I'll hear that." "So the meaning of the words said by Kim earlier is to heaven like a dream to heaven it's not like someone who died and entered heaven. But dreams like this are the same as bringing someone close to death. In a place, precisely on this earth. There is a kingdom standing with glory. The kingdom is surrounded by plants that are almost dead. But it's not like we saw, the plant did grow without lots of green leaves, everything seemed to die. The palace in the kingdom stood majestically and firmly. Having many troops. They are people who can grant someone's desire to fly to heaven like heaven. Those who grant human wishes are made as vampires. Humans whose wishes are grante

he interjected with amusement, "how potent a vampire becomes when they imbibe the blood of a werewolf. And I am no ordinary werewolf. I carry royal blood within me." "Now, if we wish to avoid turning this hallowed arena into a battleground, I propose a challenge. A duel to prove who is truly worthy of the throne. Draven, let us engage in a time-honored tradition among our kind: the Vladimir Bloodfang." Dexter proclaimed. The mention of the ancient ritual drew hushed whispers from the spectators, who understood the gravity of such a challenge. In vampire lore, Vladimir Bloodfang is a legendary title bestowed upon the winner of a duel between two vampires vying for the throne. It symbolizes th

Michael asked, full of doubt. "Reread it; maybe there will be other information." Jake pointed at the device Emma held. Emma continued reading. "Vampires have their types and levels." Emma looked again at her two colleagues, who asked her to continue reading. "The first is Origin, a vampire of pure blood descent. This type of vampire is a vampire born from a vampire marriage. The speciality of origin vampires is their physical strength, like werewolves and yeti. The difference is that original vampires are stronger than werewolves, but werewolves have more senses and speed. It's different from Yetti, who is stronger than a vampire but stupider and slower," said Emma, reading with a strange f

I nod, writing down notes on the notepad she gave me. “Next are Vampires. A little different than those silly books you read. They can come out at night and do not in fact sparkle,” she giggles at me. “Also it’s Vamp-eer not Vapmire and they are primarily located in eastern Europe. They don’t have to drink blood, but must if they want to keep their Vampire abilities. Which are the ability to transform into a bat for flight and super strength and speed. Some of the oldest Vampires can also turn invisible. They remain at the age that they were transformed unless they are bred, which then they stop again at 21. And they also don’t die from old age. In order to get blood from their prey they can

MY JAW DROPS TO THE FLOOR as Vivaldi nonchalantly slurps the blood off the stake that has just been used to repeatedly impale Casper like a shish kebab. "Could he be...?" I think to myself, wondering if he's another vampire like Angel. Casper lies there, seemingly lifeless after taking a solid stool to the head and numerous stab wounds. "Is he also one of them?" I question, astonished at the possibility of Casper also being a vampire.

He took a step back and she landed on the bare floor. "I doubt you know who I am," he spoke without fear. She laughed maniacally, "we, the condemned, have neither fear of the gods nor of man. Tell me, who are you?" He smiled, "I am no man. I am Sebastian Deusdedit, lord of the vampires." She seemed a bit shocked for an instant then her eyes glowed even more. "Even more lovely," she licked blood red lips, "your heart will give us even more power than we have ever had and we will conquer the villages and rip their heart to shreds."

"They're fine." VAMPIRE EMPIRE. THE VAMPIRE EMPIRE WAS BEEN HEAD BY DYLAN KAY, Dylan Kay, the first vampire who had live for three centuries and still very strong. Almost everyone fear him. He had gone deep down into some exile after hitting a werewolf, who had run away from him some few years ago.

"It was never consistent, always sporadic and unexpected." Dr. Scott was deep in thought. He tapped his fingers on the arm of his chair while he considered what I said. "Elizabeth, vampires, like werewolves, have unique talents. Not the same ones, mind you, but as effective. Vampires, in addition to their physical prowess, may enter a person's mind. If they are feeling merciful, they may blot off what is going on. They mostly employ it to increase dread since the victim's bodily response to anxiety affects how they taste."