Funny Vampire Lines の小説・ストーリー

After a long observation, he came to the conclusion that it was a vampire's fang mark because no matter how pointed and sharp human teeth were, they could not cause that wound. - Do vampires have fingerprints? – Michael turned to Peter and asked after ordering his subordinates to collect fingerprints on the victim's body. - Of course, there is, their body structure is not much different from ours. I mean they are just different from us when they show their true form, with fur and fingernails, long toenails, sharp fangs, and red eyes. But... do you think they will hold out their hands for you to collect fingerprints? – The hunter squinted his eyes and looked at Michael.

I half chuckled “Leda. Just Leda, and it's perfect, thank you Mathias.” I pulled the first file toward me and flicked it open. The pages spilled out; several handwritten documents and black and white photographs of dying/dead figures; some of whom looked practically decomposed. I swallowed the bile that rose in my throat and closed my eyes. “Hence my concern Leda. These victims do not die quickly – it's horrific.” He quietly flicked the file closed. “Are there different levels of vampire then?” “What do you mean?” “You said those like the grey guy-”

Now there were seven vampires wreaking havoc amongst the soldiers, without shackles. "Fucking aye, the psycho's are free to maim and kill, but I've got to be hobbled." Mike grumbled as he threw himself at a pouncing vampire, just before it could rip into a prone soldier. Unfortunately, Mike wasn't much more than a projectile, since his whole body when limp in midair, still, it was enough to waylay the vampire until the soldier could shot it. Oddly enough, the bullets looked red-hot as they flew and left large, smoldering holes in the vampires they struck. How's that saying go about "friendly fire, isn't"? Better not get shot by that shit.

I replied him. "Why, what's funny?" Valerie asked. "No gunshots wounds were on their bodies, rather they were drained of blood" "Drained, how?" Valerie asked. "I have no idea, no blood at all remained in their body, just two little puncture holes on their throats" I answered. "Vampires?" Valerie asked. "Vampires aren't real" I replied. "I will make some enquiry into it. Ferrante wants you to infiltrate them and find out all you can" I told him.

Pale figures descended with supernatural speed,, Death Sanguines, their glowing red eyes gleaming with bloodlust. I reacted instantly, hurling my dagger and striking one of the vampires square in the chest. Godiva shifted seamlessly into her wolf form, her silver fur glinting as she charged another attacker. The forest erupted into chaos as the vampires fought with alarming cunning and coordination, disrupting our ranks. One of the vampires lunged at me, fangs bared. I ducked and drove my fist into its ribs, sending it crashing into a tree. Godiva’s claws raked another vampire, her growl reverberating through the air. Despite their numbers, the vampires fell one by one, unable to match our s

Vampires and werewolves mingled in precarious harmony, but the tension was like a taut string waiting to snap. My nose crinkled at the metallic tang of blood that hung heavy in the air. Goblets of it were passed around freely, their deep red contents swirling like forbidden nectar. Vampires sipped greedily, their lips stained with the essence of life. Some even dipped their fingers into the liquid, tracing languid patterns on the pale skin of their companions. It was revolting, barbaric, and I struggled to keep my face neutral.

"Bloodletting when the vampire is dying." ###

I heard the male vampire speak; he said, "That's it baby, but give me more. Fuck, you're so tight. I want to feel those fangs on my neck when you're done riding me, understood?" She nodded, tears pouring down her cheeks. She kept riding, her ass bouncing as she did so. Suddenly, she leaned forward after screaming in pleasure, wrapping her arms around him. The male vampire snarled out as she turned her head and sank her fangs into him with no hesitation.

Jena hugged J, couldn't hold back her sobs, and called “Sister… sister… Jane, wake up and look at me… I only have you, wake up, please… I'm sorry, I won't disobey you again… wake up Jane … please” Meanwhile, the war continued unceasingly, many corpses fell and stood up again, but all seemed to show no sign of stopping. “Prince, something is wrong,” Reynolds said loudly "That's right, traitorous vampires, it's like they can't die" Harry also said nervously Those vampires, some were pierced by a silver sword, and some were beheaded, and burned, but a few seconds later they stood up and fought tirelessly. “She must have taken some kind of poison.” Lars frowned at her surroundings

"This is life! Go kill each other people!" I even clapped while yelling. Some of them are too old so it's really easy for a vampire to defeat them