Novel & Cerita Owl Vampire

I nod, writing down notes on the notepad she gave me. “Next are Vampires. A little different than those silly books you read. They can come out at night and do not in fact sparkle,” she giggles at me. “Also it’s Vamp-eer not Vapmire and they are primarily located in eastern Europe. They don’t have to drink blood, but must if they want to keep their Vampire abilities. Which are the ability to transform into a bat for flight and super strength and speed. Some of the oldest Vampires can also turn invisible. They remain at the age that they were transformed unless they are bred, which then they stop again at 21. And they also don’t die from old age. In order to get blood from their prey they can

I passed the blood in her mouth and waited for her to wake. I ended up sleeping with her in my arms. In the morning I watched her sleeping form. I am reminded of the day we first met. She starts moving in my arms. I look at her as she opened her eyes. They were of the same brown colour as before. I am glad she remained the same Lara I have got used to only that she is now a vampire and she ages slowly compared to before. "Hey did you do it?" She asks as she looked into my eyes. Do what... What does she mean?

Devin sighed and gave me a pity look. “He’ll come around.” He assured me. “In the meantime, it’s a beautiful day and the sun is up. You wanna go for a walk?” he asked and shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal, only if he knew what he just did. He just invited a vampire for a walk, in the sun. Good thing I’m a day lighter. “Sure.” I said and stood up from the chair I was seated. “So, what do you wanna talk about?” He asked swinging his arms beside him while staring at my face making me a little more uncomfortable than I already am.

“You touch her, you die. This goes to every single one of you. Anyone who dare tries to touch a single hair on her head is going to have to face me.” The wolves hesitate. There’s also hesitation in Oscar’s eyes. “Alpha, are you really a vampire?” Elder William asks meekly. He is standing in front on the other side. “Yes!” he sighs. “I’m a hybrid.” Everyone gasps again, murmuring and asking each other how this is even possible. “I would’ve settled for a different position if anyone told me that this is what it means to be a beta,” Aiden says beside me. “Hush!” I place my index finger on my lips.

Laughter emanates from them like this is fun for them. I hear their footsteps before I see them, they are three in total. Dressed in long capes. I see a logo on their shirt. I decipher it immediately; a wolf being beheaded. I know Eligio mentioned something about him not being alone in this but I didn’t expect this. "A vampire in the den of the wolves," one of them smirks. I am angry right now. So angry that I am one of them, that I am a vampire. I have never hated being a vampire as much as I do at this moment.

Monera explained but the confusion on Oliver's face didn't leave "What war. What unity. What are you even saying? I don't get it. I thought Vivienne was vampire just like you, she is a ware-wolf? !" he ran his fingers through his hair. "What do you even mean by prophecy, a prophecy. Everything is making me confused right now." "look at me boy." S. Monera turned Oliver's face and looked straight into his eyes." Yes, she is a wolf, she is a night person, and she is also a Govian. She is everything. I also don't know."

I shuddered, my knees almost buckling. He brought those fingers to his lips. I gripped his hand and stopped him before he could put them into his mouth. His fingers were tinted pink with my wetness. The tears, the semen, the wetness between my legs—what we Vampires accept as natural is something I'm not so sure wouldn't thoroughly disgust a human. "Paul, I'm a Vampire," I said. "What makes my body wet is blood." He smiled. "It's okay. I'm a Werewolf. It's what I eat."

The room is large, grand and dark, adorned with ancient symbols and artifacts. As we step inside, the air seems charged with anticipation, and I can feel the tension rising in my chest. The representatives are already assembled, waiting for us. Among them, an old gray wolf, wise and imposing, stands tall, a human with an aura of wisdom and experience, a Lycan with a rugged, fearless appearance, and a Banshee with an ethereal, otherworldly presence. The vampire sits hidden in the shadows, his piercing gaze unseen, yet his presence undeniable.

When he felt a tap on his shoulder, he screamed. Oliver couldn't believe his eyes. Zoe wasn't there, but an enormous snow-white lycan was, and it was growling just inches from his face as it towered over him. He tried to shift into his wolf, but nothing happened. When he ran to the door, the lycan jumped in front of him. Oliver cried for the first time in his life. He knew he was going to die.

I demanded, becoming irritated. For a few moments we sat in silence, in a staring competition. I glared at him and he finally gave in and sighed. “There are a few ways. The most common way is to remove an essential organ, such as by beheading or tearing out someone’s heart or lungs. Simply injuring the organ doesn’t work, as werewolves can just heal. But removing it completely is a guarantee for death. Another common way is poisoning by wolfsbane. Our pack sometimes shoots darts filled with wolfsbane at enemies to get it into their bodies quickly. But you can also die from eating it or if it’s pushed into an open wound.”