Second Life Vampire 소설 & 이야기

Third Person In the heart of the supernatural tempest, Chastity faced Dylan, the vampire elder, whose powers transcended the ordinary. The air cracked with the collision of their energies, each a formidable force vying for dominance. Chastity, her Lycan instincts honed by centuries of survival, met Dylan's malevolence with a grace that belied her deadly prowess.

I begged as my own blood choked me. It’s as if she was possessed by something,as if she didn’t know what she was doing. “Why should I? Your people kept us in bondage, you suck humans as if you created them but it’ll end today, it’ll definitely end” she lamented as thunder stroke the clouds. “With the power invested in me,I make the vampires slaves,impotent before us” she yelled as my eyes began to close down. She watched me take my last breath as everything on Earth became blurry.

“You really need therapy, not a blog.” So much hate. So much mockery. Chloe almost clicked away. Almost. But then she noticed something odd. The last blog post was dated two years ago. The title was short. Ominous. “Do. Not. Sign.” Her heart sank as she clicked. “Vampires are real. Not the ones in books. The ones that blend in with us, but aren’t human. They feed on emotions, lust is their favorite. That’s how they get in. That’s how they hook you. They’ll offer you everything you ever wanted. Luxury. Love. Power. All for one thing: your soul. They don’t take it like the devil does in stories. They make you sign it away. If they ask you to sign a contract, don’t. You’re fine as long as you h

I soon found myself to begin shaking as well, grip tightening on the pillow. Every pet knows that this time would come for them, but even that can't compare for when it actually happens. Even though I knew that Nico was trying to fight it, he and I both knew that he couldn't fight it forever. Those kinds of predatory instincts run through him like his own blood, only allowing him to fight it for so long until it consumes him. He knew that once it did, he wouldn't have much control over what would happen next. It was the instincts that kept vampires alive no matter what once their species first began to grow.

Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curiosity getting the best of him. Melia arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to tell you that," she replied firmly, her voice as cool as a winter breeze.

I wondered for a short moment if I could give Kyrin enough of an identity crisis that he would be too shocked to start any form of chaos. I continued speaking in a low voice. "How old are you, fifty? One hundred?" "Two hundred and thirty-six," Kyrin muttered as he interjected my musings. "Right, two hundred and…" I paused and said, "Jesus, you're old." I gave him a side-eye. He whispered harshly at me as he bent his head down to keep his voice away from the humans. "I'm a vampire, you dumbass!" "Well, see, that's it just there. You go around and call everyone a dumbass and have such a sour look on your face. No wonder no woman wants you."

I open my mouth to ask what’s next when twenty black SUV’s pull up all around us. Marcos and his men “I have to escape these fucking vampires” I say exhaustedly as car doors begin to open. Seb stares at me intently for a moment probably trying to see how serious I am. A second later he has the answer he’s searching for when a spark crosses my eyes. I’m very serious “I think I can help with that…” . . . . . . 💿 Disc 2 Theme : Escape Sub Theme : Attempt No 3 . . *2 years later*

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had surv

The smell of Teya most likely driving them crazy. “Do you know whose territory you are fucking with?” One of them asked. He seemed very old and knowledgeable. “Mekhi.” Sia took out both of her batons. The vampire looked down at them, examining both of the girls. He smirked once he realized. “A witch and a breeder? What an odd combination.” His arms folded as he waited on their response. “What do you both want?” “To end you.” Sia attacked abruptly, but the vampire only dodged her attacks without even moving from his spot. He grabbed Sia by her legs that tried to kick him, but he only held her up as she fought and wiggled.

I half chuckled “Leda. Just Leda, and it's perfect, thank you Mathias.” I pulled the first file toward me and flicked it open. The pages spilled out; several handwritten documents and black and white photographs of dying/dead figures; some of whom looked practically decomposed. I swallowed the bile that rose in my throat and closed my eyes. “Hence my concern Leda. These victims do not die quickly – it's horrific.” He quietly flicked the file closed. “Are there different levels of vampire then?” “What do you mean?” “You said those like the grey guy-”