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The people at the inn will notice that something is wrong. I understood what it meant when I saw Ryson drinking blood from that maid. Feeding on humans. On weak people. I had read too many books, watched too many movies, heard too many stories about myths and legends, liked fiction very much. Where humans and vampires didn't get along. Most stories ended in romance, hate, war and death. I wondered how my story will be like seeing that my life is now twisted with these creatures. Vampires. Just saying the name creeps me out. Chills running up and down my spine like waves on the sea.

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She also asked for an explanation from Noura. "Pure vampires can only see the contents of this book. For example, the Waltons and Carltons. Or the Alfredos, if there are any." Arva rounded her mouth; no wonder she couldn't see anything. "I thought you used a magic spell." Noura gave Arva a strange look. Arva laughed at her ridiculous words. Noura is a vampire, not a witch. Oh my gosh, Arva. Stupid, stupid. *** Because Orlan and Jorge arrived at the Tongass Pack at three in the afternoon, they couldn't go to Tongass Forest to see the crime scene.

it seems that the stories roaming around were not totally true, and I got to search for the untold truth by myself. I spent the entire day roaming from one room to another until I found myself in an immense library, the exact thing I need right now. I gathered as much as I could from books, but not any kind of books. One that talks about the vampires' history and creation, the war between species, also a book of curses, and another one that describes Lycans as the number one enemy for vampires. I took all these books to my room and locked myself while reading. The first book I started with was called '' The history of vampires' creation'' by Kieran Orlok. The book describes the beginning of

he said as he gently rolled her onto her back and began to lower his mouth to hers. “Yes,” she whispered just before his lips consumed hers. When he finally released her and his kisses began to trail down her throat, his question about whether or not she had a heartbeat was answered when he detected a faint pulsing beneath his lips. “I must tell ye,” she said breathlessly as her body squirmed with delight from his light kisses, “that I am no longer a maiden. The vampire took me before he bit me.” “I don’t care that you’re not a virgin, but I’m sorry you had to experience such trauma,” he said with sincerity. “Let me take that terrible memory and replace it with a good one.”

He whispered, “You’re going to fry.” And then it happened. Before she knew what was happening, there was a sickening noise of crunching bone, followed by the splatter of blood—and the feel and smell of warm blood all over her face. She heard shouting, and screaming, and then shots fired, all in the fraction of a second. It wasn’t until she instinctively dropped to her knees and hit the ground, spun around and looked up, that she realized what was happening. The cop who had cuffed her was dead, decapitated, his head severed in half. The other cops were firing wildly, but they were outmatched. A mob of vampires – the same ones from City Hall – had descended. They were tearing the cops to piece

“It was supposed to be the other way around.” She smiled back. “You saved me, too,” she said. But before the two of them could collect themselves, suddenly, there was another crash. They turned to see, in the far corner of the church, several more windows get shattered. She could not believe it. Who could it be now? In flew Kyle, Sergei, and Kendra. The three of them spread throughout the air, each holding unusual weapons, and flying right for them. At the same time, the huge doors opened from the rear of the church, and in poured hundreds of new vampires, all clearly loyal to Kyle.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

Melia burst out laughing. "You're sweet, really," she said, still laughing. "I can see why I didn't bite your collarbone." "You're, oh my God," he shouted out of nowhere, standing up and backing away. Melia stood up straight again and faced him. "What am I?" "You are... unbelievable!" he exclaimed, and it seemed that everything he had been feeling just a few minutes ago faded away to a feeling of awe. "Biting, 38-degree food, hell, aura," he said to himself, connecting the dots. "Yes, Orleans, I am a vampire."

Even if I have to do it in the daytime, then so be it. After three hours of walking on foot, we finally reached the village where the council of vampires is stationed. Most of the vampire guardians are already present and were conversing with the rest of the team, sharing thoughts about their successful and productive month. "Speaking of the devil!" says the vampire that I hated the most. "Look whose team just arrived? The New Orleans team. Let's give them a round of applause, please!" Those who praise and are avid followers of this vampire clapped their hands and cheered us annoyingly. Some dropped their thumbs at us while the rest uttered profanity for being a team of losers.