Seraph Of The End: Vampire Reign Novels & Stories

Their eyes were wide, full of a terrifying, beautiful trust that I hadn't asked for, but now held in the palm of my hand. "I know you are afraid," I said, stepping closer to the edge of the rise. "I know the name of the Silver Fangs carries the scent of death. But I am Seraphina, the last of the Lycan line, and this valley is my kingdom. I will not abandon you. I will not surrender our home to the monsters who hide in the snow. We will fight. And by the moon above us, we will win." A roar of approval went up, a sound of defiance that shook the trees. They weren't just refugees anymore; they were a pack.

That is something I never wish to forget. The Land of the Happy Feelings is the most well-maintained this side of the country. Any Vampires caught forcing humans into slavery have been eradicated by my Second Lieutenant and Angel of Death—none other than Tyler. Little Tyler has found her strength in doling out punishment to those Vampires deserving of it. I hear she is scary at it, too.

Deagon told me congratulations and handed me my satin box. "You will only have one collection your first week, two the second week and so on. I'm certain you'll be exceptional dear," he winked and put the box on my desk along with a silver pocket watch and micro thin clear gloves. I lifted my gloves and marveled at the material. Once all the boxes were distributed Deagon told the class loudly,"Always remember that young human children, pets and those that have ever had a brush with death or are dying can see you without your gloves. Congratulations, you all are free to begin your reaping." Jenna jumped up grabbing my hands and danced around. I pulled away from her and felt like my reaper box

I just stood there, in the secluded road, all alone as the autumn breeze caressed me gently, reaching deep into my soul. I felt like a diaspora, standing there in the strange, dark valley. Suddenly, all the colours that was in the background and melted together in a bland combination. Everything swirled as I stood there, trembling. Something bad was going to happen, I knew it. The colours that melted together, suddenly, started separating, creating a vague form of shades. Red. Black. Brown. Scarlett. It was like witnessing a mighty artwork unfold in front of me. Shades of red, brown and black diademed the canvas, yet not getting mixed together, as if they harboured misogyny.

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

Smith and Sophia shouted chorusly when he pointed the gun at Justin who was unconscious. Alex closed his eyes and waited for his turn. The end has finally come, he knew it would come one day, only he didn't know it would come this early to him.

He surveyed my suit, which remained completely unscathed, a playful yet dangerous smirk touching his lips. "Not a single tear in the fabric—impressive," Drake said softly, his dark eyes burning with pride. "Excellent work, my queen." I lowered my weapon, my breathing remaining steady and my gaze sharp as I focused on the squad leader's tactical patch—a silver serpent coiled around a dagger. "Valdez sent his best men, but they didn't even make it past the entrance hallway," I said quietly, stepping over the corpse. "Take their communication devices. It's time to bring this fight to Marseille."

Before the wedding began, Rosien Valmont, the vampire prince, chained me to the blood altar. A dagger carved with a blood curse was pressed against my heart. "Give Bertha your blood one more time and I'll honor the blood pact. Otherwise the wedding is off." Rosien and I had loved each other for 200 years. He swore in front of the whole clan that he would make me his princess. Then, three years ago, everything changed when he brought Bertha Bell, a dying human, home. Whenever her illness flared, Rosien cut open my chest to draw my blood. On every full moon, pain ripped through my body as though my flesh were being torn apart. Bertha Bell lay pale in his arms. "Rosien, let it go! Katherine has

“Tell me why then. Why? Why should I be here?” “A year ago, our kingdom’s divine prophet had a prophecy. A big war will break out soon and Azlea’s barrier is getting weaker every year. Lord Vincentius was the one who built it. We had tried all the most powerful mages of this generation to rebuild it but no one could as it requires Lord Vincentius’ blood.” “So you need me for that? Fine. I’ll give you my blood. After that, let me leave.” “But that’s not as simple as that. You have to rebuild the barrier yourself. We believe only you can do it because you are Lord Vincentius’ descendant.”

Then, in her rest, she will give vent to grief, but now you need to be silent. Water drips measuredly from the vault. Cap. Tamir takes Eilisha out of the hands of the kref. Cap. Carefully lays it on the stones. Cap. He kisses cold lips, whispers something, ruffling strands of hair. Now he is not a sorcerer, but a young man who has lost his beloved. Cap. He moves away and Ichthor leans towards the girl. Cap. A few sprigs of cudweed are placed on Eilish's chest.