Scare B&b Vampirina 소설 & 이야기

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

In the darkness, their grins were like shadows dancing across their faces. Carla, who had been sleeping beside Alpha Andrew, stirred as the predatory presence of the vampires permeated the room. Her eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, confusion clouded her gaze. The sight that greeted her shattered the tranquility of the night. A cold, unyielding hand clamped over Carla's mouth, stifling any scream that threatened to escape. The vampire's eyes bore into hers, a silent warning to remain still and silent. Carla's own eyes widened with a mixture of terror and disbelief as she witnessed the macabre scene unfolding.

The moment these words flee your lips like a butterfly taking flight, Yvon feels guilt crippling the bed beneath to reach the pulsing tubes of her heart. You didn't think it was possible, but Yvon's skin slowly beginning to convene an even much more paler texture. Almost as if she's just seen a ghost. Is that even possible though? For a vampire to be scared of ghosts? That's probably a question for another day. "Don't hate me." She suddenly says, squinting her eyes. "Don't hate me please." "Wh-"

The air inside was warm, a little heavy with the scent of mint and something faintly sweet. I moved to the living room and sat on the far end of the couch. She didn’t join me right away. She walked over to the window, pulling back the curtain to look out at the dark trees. “You okay?” I asked. “Define ‘okay.’” I waited. She let the curtain fall and turned toward me. “You’re a vampire.” I nodded. She didn’t flinch. “And Sienna’s a witch. And Isaac too?” I nodded again. “Same as me. Just more annoying.”

I t was a young girl with flowing hair the color of the sun, and clear blue eyes, like the sky in autumn, calm and peaceful. Then suddenly, the thick ancient characters quickly retreated, burrowing into the wrists of the two people standing here, a human and a blood-sucking demon. Selina touched the mark on her wrist. The scarlet mark came to life, then the red disappeared, becoming a dreary black. Her pale skin highlights the image of a pair of tangerine swans. Selina looked at the mark on her hand in horror, and in the vampire's silver-gray eyes, there was an indescribable surprise.

Erianna. Tuesday, 23rd February. Next day. Night. I pace the living room of my home, anger fueling inside me at Scar’s audacity. Because of course that is Scar. A vampire. In Silvaton Ridge. Who else would be Scar, a vampire who just so happens to be in Silvaton Ridge around the same time Gerald just died? “Aghh!” I groan loudly, tossing the glass cup in my hand straight into the fire.

The Vampire sat up from the bed, and walked to where he heard the loose and scared whimpers. “Gotcha!” Ambrose laughed, bending under the bed before he dragged the young girl out from under the bed, and held her up against him, a mirror in front of them showed the both of them. With Ambrose behind her laughing sinisterly, inhaling her scent that was filled with fear. Yes, fear was what got him off before he feeds on his prey. He kissed the neck of the young woman who cried. “Please don’t..k..kill me, I will.. do anything.” The young woman cried. Her heart was low in her stomach, she was really scared but she tried so hard not to show the night creature that she was scared.

Clara quickly described her to the slaves in that unit, peering from one slave to the other. “So her name is Monalisa,” Gabby said in a low tone, stepping forward. “Have you met her?” Clara asked, her brows raised a little as she peered hopefully into Gabby’s face. “Yes, but she has just been taken by Vince, one of the vampires,” Gabby reported in a low tone so that she would not attract punishment to herself. She is only nineteen, and had spent six months in viper city and also still has hope of getting out of here.

Jonathan was careful to create a soft layer of satin cushions beneath Allena to protect her delicate skin from the rough stone of the ancient table. "Do you want me to scream and cry too?" Allena asked only a touch snidely while trying her best to hide the trepidation that clearly lurked within her. Jonathan pursed his lips. "If you want to . . . though if you truly wish me to stop, say gelatin." "Gelatin?" Allena asked in confusion. The vampire prince smiled. "You're unlikely to say that in the heat of the moment."

She looks up to see Britney's face when she doesn't answer her, only for her countenance to turn pale when Britney's canines elongate into fangs, her eyes turning red, with dark veins bulging under her eyes. "You're… a… a vampire!" Vera cries, falling on her ass, filled with panic and terror as she begins to get away from Britney, seeing the blood thirst in her crimson eyes. “I'm sorry, Vera,” Britney, who has regained her senses after licking that blood, apologizes to Vera, then sinks her fang into Vera's neck. She slowly begins to feel satiated, but then, Vera continues to turn pale as Britney continues to drink, not close to feeling quenched.