Gregory From The Little Vampire นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Mavery said. “You’ve seen this, my Mave,” the little one said. The surprises kept coming. This little one knew of Mavery’s future visions. Not something he thought anyone besides him and his own knew. “Yes,” Mavery said. Who was this deadly being his mavery had just bequeathed him to, and why did mavery trust her with their existence and her secret? He opened his mouth about to speak when one of his people launched at the little one, taking a bite from her waist. He watched in a trance as the little one’s body stretched up and back, her head falling back just a bit as her feet lifted on tiptoe. That’s when he noticed she was wearing ballet shoes like his mavery. She struck a pose of beauty,

While she was looking for answers to her questions, something caught her eye. "A black cape? Long-sleeved white shirt? And a red bow?” Cyrille's eyes begin to widen. "This is how a vampire dresses in classic Dracula films!" she exclaimed. “Oh my—” She couldn't finish her words and immediately covered her mouth to keep from shouting. She was overjoyed with the mixed emotions she was experiencing at the time, and she couldn't believe that after days of fruitless hunting, she'd have the good fortune to meet a vampire.

“Stay with them! Protect them at all cost!” They both nodded, on full alert. Unwilling to wait for the elevator, I ran down the hallway to the stairwell and down them as quickly as I could. I pushed the door open, and Gregory saw me running through the back of the castle. He nodded to Cal, another vampire bodyguard, and they both followed me quickly out the door. Guests stepped back, startled, as I rushed into the courtyard, but moved along. I looked around, but my ghost was gone. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, Gregory asked. “Mr. Steel, what’s wrong?”

Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies. A pair of red eyes and two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth as though they were always meant to be there. Except there was no blood dripping from his mouth as always described in books. Yet, she was still scared senseless at the sight of a living, vampire right in front of her eyes. He moved closer to her again but this time, she was prepared and understood what he was. She lunged on her feet in fright and prepared to flee. But she had barely moved two steps when that figure appeared in front of her again.

Adrianna seemed different than anyone else. "You surely got traumatized, Miss Cosgrove. Vampires don't exist…" Xavier was being impatient when the topic of vampires erupts. "What else would you like to call them?" She asked with a smile. "Have you seen or met any?" Xavier's curiosity made him ask this.

she said, looking up at him with that innocent smile. Dante’s jaw tightened for the briefest moment, but then he gave her the kind of calm smile only a father could wear. Meanwhile, I was shaking inside. My mind kept circling back to what I’d just discovered. A vampire. He wasn’t human. And if Dante wasn’t… then what about Rosa? Was she one too? The thought made my chest feel heavy, but I didn’t have the luxury to dwell on it. I had one goal—only one. To break my hymen. Everything else had to wait.

I became stronger than ever before, I was faster, I gained access to more gifts and I now had the power to create eternal life. I could be referred to as the first vampire but I now had no need for blood as I became stuck here in the purgatories for all, but I still occasionally indulge in bloodsucking. On the first walk in the mortal realm as king I encountered a woman, she was beautiful and pure but she was broken. I watched her from the shadows as she cried by a cluster of graves. She had lost her family, she had lost her husband, and she had lost all her children.

"Yes! Kill her, my bloodthirsty little servant!" "Give her to me!" She could only turn to stare up at Nicholas again, her vision blurring and distorting as her head continued to swim. Battling between reality and unconsciousness. The vampire simply stared her down. Gazing at her drained and almost lifeless expression. Hearing those sluggish and slowing heartbeats. Her wheezing breaths. There was so much blood pooling somewhere close by. He could feel the potent scent of it. Its mouthwatering aroma. He wanted to slurp it. Lick every last single drop of it. It smelled so incredibly delicious. Unlike anything he'd ever smelt before.

He didn't expect Viktor to be alone with him because he had hurt him deeply earlier. "How are you standing?" Lycan Gregory shouted at him in surprise. Viktor stood up from falling to the floor and faced Lycan Gregory. A few moments later, Lycan Gregory felt something strange in his body. He fell to his knees on the floor and writhed in pain. "Ahhh!!" Lycan Gregory screamed. He didn't know what was happening to him. He felt so much pain in his body that he fell to the floor. Gabriella approached Viktor where he was standing. Together they looked at Lycan Gregory, who fell to the floor. His body seemed burnt, and he was unconscious.

She shouted. The very next moment Gregory got out from one of the rooms, his face plastered in an artificial smile. Soon all of them realized the mistake they have been making. Gregory was the Crypt Keeper and he had been stealing souls for decades. Disguising himself as a disabled, high school student gave him a chance to stay close to many young, vulnerable people. He had tricked them, along with thousands of other people. One of his victims was Larry, his close friend. The three of them were in an awe.