Harry Is A Pureblood Vampire Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

My breath caught, my hands scrabbling at his wrist as panic flared in my chest. His eyes burned, not red but fierce, his face inches from mine. “I’m the next leader of the Marshall coven,” he growled, his voice low and menacing, each word dripping with authority. “A centuries-old vampire. You think being my stepbrother gives you immunity? Try to humiliate me again, Chase, and I’ll crush you like the bug you are, you stupid idiot.”

He looked at me and smiled at me which is why my heartbeat quickened. He turned his eyes to the front again so I also turned my eyes to the front and saw that Fin's brothers were getting ready. "What's the plan?" Von asked. "In the place where we all stand, our witches wand won't work." said Leana. "We are Wolf Vampires, we can transform but not for long. Our kryptonites are all around us. He has his kryptonite." Von said. "The Pure Vampires, as far as I know, don't just rush to the gorbloyds because their target is us." Creed added.

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.

I know Harry confessed that he loves me, but after the humiliating scene my father caused in front of the entire pack, I doubt he'll want to see me again. As a werewolf, Harry loves me just as much as I love him. But he's also the Alpha of the Grayfang Pack, he has a duty to fulfill. I'm terrified that if he has to choose between the pack and me… He'll choose his duty as Alpha. "I don't know what to do," I confess desperately. "I love Harry Oakheart so much, but Dad will never understand... What if everything is ruined because of this?" Before my mother can answer, both of us hear loud noises coming from outside our home. Without saying a word, Mom lets go of me, and we both rush outside. In

My heart was racing a mile a minute, caught between wanting to bolt and the terrifying realization that I was trapped in his personal vault with an actual vampire. He was impossibly strong, and as he held me there I understood I wasn’t just in his house, I was in his world. “You think this is a game, Andrea?” he growled, one hand sliding up to the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair. “It’s not. This is an inheritance, a bond written in blood. You belong to the bloodline now… and you belong to me. You can try to burn the cage, but you’ll find the fire only burns the one holding the match.”

It made my stomach churn, almost causing me to gag. Dorian was one of the most powerful vampires, sitting right below his father. It was strange, though, considering his eyes. Most vampires had pure-blood eyes, and yet his were brown with only red encircling the iris. Earlier, when he severed Mr. Cliff’s arm, his eyes had been the color they were supposed to be, but they were back to that odd coloring, so unlike a pureblood’s. Perhaps the prince was unique in his own way, too, and that was why he didn’t treat me the way other members of nobility treated their pets.

His lips pulled into a lazy smile, but his eyes were sharp and hungry. One look at him and I knew — vampire. My shoulders tensed on instinct. “Well, hello,” he drawled. “Have you, by any chance, seen my beautiful boy? Short, dark hair. Pretty blue eyes. Running through the hallways?” I forced my voice to stay steady. “Um… no. Maybe he ran down that way.” I pointed down the hall. “I heard noise earlier, but I didn’t check, so he probably went there.” I stepped forward a little, on purpose, blocking his view into the room.

Between them, they could fix everything with not only the council but the people of Zidiah. The people of Zidiah lined the streets the day of Harry’s funeral. Even though I wasn’t there, our people were there to support Bastian and me in our grief, and I will be forever grateful. But something has to be done to make them forget what they know. If I know my mother, she’ll put a vampiric glamour over the people of Zidiah and the surrounding packs. No one will remember the day Harry Ashworth-Dalgaard died, and if I have my way, they won’t remember that Harry isn’t biologically mine and Bastian’s either. Mum will somehow get through to Dad; she always does.

“ I do not mind being king , however I can not accept the marriage alliance you have set up for me . Princess Victoria deserves to be with someone who love and cherish her . “ I respond to my uncle who pours himself a glass of whiskey with ice. He does not offer me a drink which means he is certainly not pleased with me or the decision I want to take . “ You are going to marry Princess Victoria and you will shower her with all the love she needs ! She will bear you a lot of children who will help secure your lineage and position in the kingdom . I am not asking you but commanding you ! “ My uncle responds to me with so much rage in his tone. He clinches his fist tight after hitting the whisk

I am kind of a big deal around here and to the entire vampire clan, so hell will freeze over before anyone decides to become the focus of my anger. “I am sorry your highness, but I don’t know what to say about your case. It is forbidden for vampires to mate with humans do not think…” “You do not think what Yuri? No one said anything about mating now so I would advise you not to finish that statement if you still have the slightest intention to have a good rest today” “I am sorry your highness. Pardon me for my hasty assumptions. Like I said earlier, your meal is ready. It has been for quite some time now, and I think the blood must be getting cold”