Sea Vampires Novels & Stories

a soldier shouted. I ran to the porthole and looked out. The water was boiling. Hundreds of red, glowing eyes were rising from the depths. They weren't ships. They were sea serpents made of metal and bone. And standing on the head of the largest one was Seraphina. She wasn't wearing her armor anymore. Her skin had turned into a mass of violet scales, and she held a trident that was crackling with black lightning. "Give me the Prince!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the hull. "Or I'll sink this entire fleet to the bottom of the abyss!"

I shouted after seeing the monster clearly. Beavers are good at stealing, and they are often with the deep-sea thief Alov.As pirates, Alov often attacked sirens.Pirates not only plunder food and jewelry, they also use captured female sirens as breeding tools.In short, they did nothing evil and competed with the kraken for control of the deep sea.Grievances have been going on for hundreds of years. It was precisely because of the pirate attacks in the previous life that accelerated the demise of the siren clan.

It was one thing for someone you cared about to be reliving a traumatic experience, it was another thing to recant it to them. I turned my gaze back to the interior part of the ship. It smelled damp and reeked off alcohol. The smell of the garlic bulbs slowly burned my throat, leaving me parched. The longer I sat within close proximity of it, the more it made my eyes water and weakened me with each second. Vampires were allergic to garlic, it is one if the things that we shouldn't be caught dead next to. And, if the sea raiders who were local pirates looking to raid islands and take away treasure and slaves knew this, the Blackwells had a lot to be afraid of.

They were traced back as soon as they heard of a hostage of the Serena that they found hovering in her city, and after harsh torture, he confessed to them that they had found their queen that would lead them to victory against the vampires. The enmity between the Vampire and Serran families has been around since the beginning of the formation. Sirens are an amphibious family from the descendants of Satan, able to live in water and land. They hunt ships, navigators, and every living creature that dares to penetrate the Bermuda Triangle until this geographical feature for humans became one of the most dangerous places that it is impossible to cross, where no ship, plane, or even a submarine cr

The Black Rose lead submarine navigated the suffocating, silent pressures of the abyss for seven relentless days. It moved like a ghost through the thermal layers, evading every sonar sweep and satellite eye that the Voss and Reyes empires possessed. Finally, in the frozen twilight of the eighth day, the charcoal-black leviathan breached the surface.

Vic announced with a sly grin. Usopp, a vampire who relied on strategic thinking, followed suit. "In Greenhills, my lord, we have created 150 new vampires. Their strength and cunning will prove valuable in the battles to come. The mortal populace is now a wellspring of recruits for our ranks," Usopp declared, his expression one of confidence.

He turned, a sword flashed, a bright crimson stream colored his tunic and vest. Sailor Fird slashed a man over his face; Albin slashed a buccaneer's neck, the man fell to the ground, trying to stop the life fluid. The poodle around him became larger. Albin turned, made a sign with his arms. The blood, change density, rose up and started boiling. It divided itself into two exact copies of the dead sailors. The first blood-sailor slashed a man across the face, its sword flashed. A man held parts of his skin from falling. A buccaneer rushed, the blood-sailor avoided the blow, slashed the man across his groin. The blood-sailor turned, a harpoon pierced his chest. He slowly returned to the bloody

Ethan looked at the sonar, then at the depth gauge as the Vesper began to submerge into the black depths of the Mediterranean. "The Atlantic in winter in a prototype sub," he muttered, a grim, familiar smile touching his lips. "It’s a suicide mission, Victor... it's a suicide mission, Aria." "It's not a suicide mission," I corrected, watching the lights of the burning Marseille docks fade into a greenish blur through the reinforced porthole. "It's a divorce. We're finally breaking our contract with the world."

The vessel, painted entirely in vantablack to evade satellite detection, cut through the mountainous ocean waves like a mechanical leviathan. The deck was swarming with dozens of identical Vanguard mercenaries, all armed and waiting in the torrential downpour. Julian was unceremoniously hauled out of the pod by two guards, screaming in agony as his shattered knee dragged across the non-slip deck plating. Dante and Elara stood back-to-back in the pouring rain, surrounded by an army of elite killers, trapped on a ghost ship in the middle of a raging ocean storm, realizing they had simply traded an underwater tomb for a floating fortress.

Well, putting away all of that aside, Natasha had hit the shower and put on a fresh pair of blue jeans with a pink top and a white sweater before getting into white sneakers. She let her blond hair rest above her shoulders as she grabbed a bag and put something in a sort of cage right next to her closet. "Come on out, V," she started after setting down what she had put at the base of the cage. A moment later, something slithered out from a dark corner of the cage. A snake;a green viper to be exact. Taika had given her the snake when she and her mother had gone on a visit to Hawaii, where she had learnt was her birth place.