Owl Vampire 소설 & 이야기

FLASHBACK YEARS AGO INTO THE WOODS The night was surprisingly quiet and the owls hooted while hanging on the branches of the trees as a sudden cry of pain and anguish were heard far into the woods. A huge black wolf with glowing eyes was being tied down by many wolves, it's was a beta and it was being betrayed by his pack. A pale looking woman was crying on the floor as she was been raped by the alpha of the pack, her cloths were roughly torn, her claws scratched the floor due to struggle and as she cried her fangs came in view. She was a vampire, a very beautiful Vampire. The wolf which was abushed was Derek and the woman crying for help was his beautiful wife Lydia and hiding under the tab

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.

The music blasted through the living room and everyone enjoyed the music, including me, of course. Every once in a while, I would check up on the boys, making sure that they were having enough drinks. I want them all to get wasted tonight, including Alex, which was the only way for me to sneak inside his office room. "Do vampires even get drunk?" I asked Elena, who laughed before nodding, her dance moves already getting sloppy. "Special wine darling! Vervain or some shit mixed, I don't know!" she giggled before walking up to James and grinding her back against him. She's definitely drunk

I heard a gruffy voice in the distance, dishing out orders. Dammit! I should've pulled out the maid's guts when I had the chance! “How do these werewolves even summon their wolves?” I wondered, trying to summon my wolf based on the knowledge I had gathered, especially from Alpha Cassius's memory. “Dammit! That old man made this appear too easy.”

She opened one eye slightly as she replied, “Laura,” “Laura, I'm Larry, I'm a vampire and you should probably hold on tight and try not to scream, the speed might feel strange but remember I've got you.” She nodded frantically, closed her eyes again, tightened her grip around his neck and bit her lip to keep from screaming as Larry whooshed them out. In a matter of seconds, they were in front of a beautiful condo surrounded with white picket fence and lilies that were almost completely dead. Their once vibrant colors now looked faded.

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.

Lola asked. The employee did not even look at her, “That is classified information.” He pointed at the screen which showed a map, “So Lola. Your DNA had a unique resemblance to werewolf DNA. The DNA will give you the ability to transform into a werewolf. All we know about werewolves is that they used to live in packs and have a strict hierarchy inside these packs. Basically, Alpha and Luna are the highest, then beta and omega is the lowest. As far as we know they could transform whenever they want, and the status of the moon had no influence. They lived in rural areas far away from civilization, preferably forest areas. We suggest you start looking at the biggest forest right here; the Tonga

They had been there for her through thick and thin, and she knew they deserved to know the truth. "I’m an orphan," Olivia began, her voice steady but tinged with a sadness she had long since buried. "My mother was human, and my father was a werewolf. I’m a half-breed, and in the werewolf world, that’s... well, it’s not something that’s easily accepted. Many werewolves look down on half-breeds and see us as lesser because we’re not pure-blooded." Veronica’s eyes widened in realisation, and she reached out to squeeze Olivia’s hand. "Oh, Olivia... I had no idea. That must have been so hard for you."

“Let the music roar. Let’s all live fast and hard before our van gets blown up, considering my luck!” “Don’t say that, please, Lady Ollivara. I’m superstitious,” the vampire from the passenger seat murmured in displeasure as he poked his head around his seat to glare at me. He looked at me as if he’d met me before and I’d wronged him, but I didn’t recall that I’d met him anywhere. Vampires mostly all looked young and pretty, like supermodels, but this vampire appeared old, like he was in his early fifties. He was the oldest-looking vampire I’d met so far. I’d ask the other vampires how old he actually was behind his back, not to be mean but to satisfy my curiosity.

A chilling shiver went up her back. Her heartbeat accelerated thumping like a war drum in her temples as it traveled down her spine. She whirled around again looking from one suspicious shadow to another and around the alley. nothing. Nothing at all. However the instinct that had prompted her to accelerate her pace a few minutes before was now yelling in the back of her mind alerting her to the fact that she was not alone. She called her voice more firm than she had imagined Whos there?. Even from a drunk or a thief she nearly hoped for a response—something concrete to face. However the wind was the only one to respond a high-pitched whistle that seemed to mock her boldness. Her cotton glove