Rosario Vampire Gin の小説・ストーリー

he said to himself, connecting the dots. "Yes, Orleans, I am a vampire."

He just generally brushed the topic of fire shots because most nobility liked high-end sophisticated drinks, unlike fire shots, which were just tequila or gin or even grain alcohol. “What base would you like Mr. Grayson?” “Hm?” “Will it be tequila, rum, or gin?” “What a stupid question…” “Rose, it would be preferred if you address Miss. Wright only if you would like to order a drink.” Alfred warned Rose with a calm, bone-chilling gaze before he turned to look at Emma who was still patiently waiting for his reply. “I will take rum, thank you.” “Please wait a moment, Mr. Grayson.”

Anyway, the three of us stepped into a nearby tavern and immediately got welcomed by the stench of rum and the sweaty bodies of tens of men, all drinking and laughing like there was no tomorrow. With the drought going around the country and most of Europe, it was a surprise that these people could still be so merry. "Bartender," Nikolaus walked straight to the counter where a female bartender stood. "Get us your finest cups of... The usual." The female bartender raised her head the second those words came out of Nikolaus's mouth. The 'usual' he was talking about was nothing other than the bloody Mary, a drink served to vampires. The bartender seemed to be familiar with Nikolaus but that wasn

You must be joking right. “Here you are, talking nonsense—” the blood hunger kicked in immediately. The dizziness hit hard, draining me until my knees are weak. Just as the floor was about to meet me, strong arms caught me, holding me tight against his chest. “Drink,” he whispered, pressing his wrist to my lips. The moment our skin touched, a spark ignited, raw, electric, startled in its intimacy. I gave in, fangs sinking deep, warmth flooding through me as life returned to my veins.

Her smile was a promise and her eyes, pools of molten amber, knew exactly how to extract the price. Her partners moved in a synchronized ballet behind the small, polished obsidian counter. Kaida, the vampire vintner, with hair as black as a starless night and skin like polished moonlight, decanted a deep crimson liquid into a crystal glass. The wine, "Vesper's Kiss," was famous for drawing forth memories of a first love, a first touch. Across from her, Conor, the werewolf chef, worked at the sizzling grill. His massive shoulders strained against his simple white tunic, his hands, which could tear a man apart, now wielded knives with delicate precision, searing rare meats and arranging edible

Yet as a humanoid figure stepped from the brush, its red eyes locked on me, I knew it was already too late. Though I could only detect a vague outline and those red eyes, I could tell that this was the skinniest vampire I had ever seen in my life. His clothes were ragged, hanging from his limbs with pieces torn off in strips. As he looked me in, he started to smile, his extended fangs glinting in the moonlight. “Now, wait a minute,” I said, holding up my hands. “We can talk about this! You don’t want to hurt me! I belong to…” I reached up to my collar, but found that it was missing.

“Please, let me know if there is anything else you need.” Luciano didn’t even look at her. He brushed her off with a sharp, dismissive flick of his fingers, his focus entirely on Rosa. The waitress’s smile faltered, and she quickly retreated. Luciano picked up a glass and held it out to Rosa. “I already ordered a frappuccino,” she said, her voice steady as she indirectly refused the wine. Luciano didn’t pull the glass back. “I canceled it,” he said smoothly. “We are here to celebrate your victory, Rosa. We’ll start with this. I’ve selected several vintages for you to try today—all of them rare, all of them older than you.”

Those words were enough for Elvin and without wasting any more time he quickly buried his sharp teeth into the deep skin of his wrist and within seconds there was a huge pile of blood flowing from one of his vein which he very casually placed over a wine glass and in front of my eyes his blood got mixed into the red wine making it impossible for anyone to figure out that there was a vampire blood inside it. Elvin raised the glass towards me like he was raising a toast so I tried to grab the glass from his hold but it was really difficult for me to even raise my hand for a quarter and I ended up failing which made me feel ashamed but Elvin on the other hand was very patient while I was suffer

I said. * The Annexe wasn’t empty but there was a spare table by the window, directly beneath a distorted loudspeaker playing a collection of sentimental love songs. Kimberley removed her brown leather shoulder-bag and laid it under her chair. “Something to drink?” Our waiter asked. “Shall we share a bottle of wine?” Kimberley asked. “Why not,” I agreed and quickly ordered a bottle of Raso De La Cruz. A vibrant and fruity rose from the sun-kissed vineyards Cannena in northeast Spain, or so the wine list said.

He sat down opposite his visitor and asked for the Russian to be served a glass of champagne. "Won't you come with me?" Voslov asked, seeing that Ciro did not ask for one for himself. -I'll pass. It's a very special day and I wouldn't want to ruin it with liquor. The only drink I'll have today will be during the toast. -Ciro explained. The bodyguard who attended to him at the door brought him his drink, however, the Russian asked for it to be changed to something stronger. He specifically asked for a tequila on the rocks.