Master Vampire 소설 & 이야기

An old-looking vampire comes forward, and when he sees us, he raises both hands like he is in surrender. “We come in peace. Please ask the warriors coming this way not to attack.” He says and bows his head. ‘Dad, don’t attack, but be ready.’ I say, not waiting for the answer. “Who are you?” I ask. “My name is Vladimir, and I am the Vampire king. Here in America.”

I asked her softly. Looking between me and my father she nodded slightly. I breathed a sigh of relief. “Ok, earlier you told me you were running from Voldin. Who is that?” She looked away. “The master.” Her voice was barely over a whisper. “He’s the strongest and oldest vampire to exist.” She looked at my dad. “He hates wolves.” I sucked in a breath quietly. ‘Vampires? We are being picked off by rogue vampires?’ I wasn’t sure if I was talking to Vex or mind linking my dad, but they both just kind of seemed to be gaping at the news.

Bob immediately handed over the garlic powder. With a devious smirk, Drex began sprinkling it over the vampire’s body. "Argh!" The vampire shrieked, as if enduring agonizing pain. "Are you going to talk or not? Who is your master?" Drex pressed. "Stop! Please!" "I’ll stop, but first, tell me who your master is!" "It's no use! He’ll kill me if I tell you!" "Why? Are you that weak? Or is your master truly that ruthless?" Drex interrogated.

I have to go see Daffy get to class and do Poppy’s assignments. Sitting in the subway bus, I bit my hands trying to assure myself that everything will be fine, but nothing is going to be fine. His scream when I stabbed him keeps echoing in my mind. “I killed someone…. I just murdered a vampire!!”

My veins turned grey screaming for relief, and my vision blurred at the edges. I leaned against the desk, barely able to stand. My skin was clammy, and sweat soaked through my shirt. My body was shutting down, punished for my stubborn restraint. I could’ve fed. From anyone. I had options. But ever since Elena stepped into this cursed mansion, her presence infected my restraint. I didn’t want anyone else’s blood. I couldn’t take from anyone else. Only her. I hated myself for that truth. When I opened my eyes again, she was there. I don’t know how long I’d blacked but her scent was what woke me up.

Ever since he entered this room that looked like a large meeting room, Aryadi could only pacing around restlessly. The door to the room suddenly opened and a burly man in a red coat entered. Linda recognizes him as Rokan Allegro, a vampire who leads the Indonesian Immortal Center or INDICENT as well as this headquarters. The man had a stern face with blue eyes and dark skin. Just like Elder Damar, he is also a Caucasoid of the Halmahera Tribe, which is mysterious in the eyes of humans. “Master.” Linda gritted her teeth as she moved a little closer. “Why did the witches find Barbara's place being held captive this late? We won't have time to save that girl!”

The ground was covered in packed dirt and scattered with wooden practice weapons. “The goal is simple,” Axel began, his long legs setting a brutal pace as he walked the perimeter. “Alistair is the Lord of this Territory. He has enemies everywhere. By being his mate, you are a target. If you are cornered, panicked, or easily broken, you are a liability. You must not be easy to kill.” “I’ve already been poisoned,” I muttered. “I think I’m doing okay on the 'not dying' front.” “Luck is not a strategy,” Axel snapped. “We start with movement. A vampire’s first advantage is speed and the ability to track your fear. If you move like a confused deer, you will be hunted like one. Run.”

********** The Bronx was a jagged maze of rusted fire escapes and rotting brick, and right now, Marcus Blackwood was moving through it like a shadow with a death wish. The red dot had vanished the second Marcus hit the pavement, but the adrenaline stayed, thick and metallic in his throat. He didn’t run like a human. He didn’t even run like a normal vampire. There was a desperate, twitchy energy in his limbs that felt more like a angry wolf on the hunt.

He was holding a microphone as he walked into the center. “Welcome fellow inmates.” His voice boomed in the ring, “We’ve gathered here for yet another fight between an Alpha and a Vampire. Let us first present the Werewolf that stands one-ninety centimeters in height and one-ninety-one pounds of solid muscle. He’s known to be one of the most ruthless creatures in Dark Water prison and is famously known as the Savage Alpha, presenting Maverick Randolf!”

No, Baba, please, Baba, don't do this to me, I am your daughter too, please, Baba. ****** Name of King Elam in Vampire Word ... People trembled with fear because of the headlines in his eyes all the time, which made him even more frightening. His silence was mysterious. Everything was done at his beck and call. People were amazed at his appearance. He was unparalleled in beauty. Girls were just toys for him. She was a very beautiful and delicate girl. She was barely seventeen years old. Her resistance had given him a strange relief. He called the guard inside through the intercom. Who was now waiting for the order with his head bowed?