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"Now, vampire lady, where are you taking me?" "To my house." "You mean, underground cave, right?" Melia rolled her eyes and started walking, with Elijah following closely behind like a shadow in the dark.

I folded my hands across my chest and frowned at him in both confusion and annoyance. "Stop-just-" Alex huffed in frustration before covering his face with his hands and letting out a sigh in exasperation. I was about to say something else too but stopped when I heard a few girls groan and my eyes snapped towards the crowd. I noticed Joey, Franklin,danny and other vampires digging their fangs into the girls neck, sucking them hungrily and I could feel my eyes widening at the sight. They were doing it in public? Why? It was already getting dark, we were supposed to go home.

he reminded before walking away. Uri inched closer to glance at the person Syvan wanted the moon god to track down. Her eyes widened with shock as the man's identity dawned on her. 'What does a vampire want with a shadow weaver?' she thought echoed in her mind. Shadow weavers were witches that could give life to shadows. They could manipulate the shadows into any creature they want and make it come to life. They were the dangerous type of witches and very rare to come by. They were so rare that people hardly knew of their existence.

I decided to test that in the morning. I never got into the whole vampire craze, so all my knowledge of vampire came from my collection of Blaxploitation movies—in particular Blacula and Scream, Blacula, Scream. I remembered how that African vampire had howled and screamed when he was reduced to ashes after being exposed to the sun. I wasn't all that anxious to recreate the experience. I've been ashy, but I don't want to be ashes. I could see my own reflection, but could I shape-shift? Didn't vampires turn into bats or mist or something? I concentrated until I felt like a serious dumbass because it was evident that I was not even close to changing into something else.

Arthur sighed for he was wondering himself of this question. Why he, Arthur Adamos, was waiting for the right time to claim his mate, Diana Marchand as if there will be something coming their way to separate them? Perhaps there was an obstacle. Her brother, Xavier, was the Beta of the Shadow Pack and Arthur doesn't want any trouble with him. Xavier can be scary if his sister was in threat. Arthur shook that question away before there was a commotion and a crowd was drawing up as he was approaching the incident. He saw the warriors that were on duty that night before he shifted to his human form before walking into the crime scene.

Her eyes then bulged at the sight of me, the sound of a gasp entering her lips before she looked at Xander. That was the last thing I saw before he closed the door, cutting off most of the light that was entering into the room. I could barely see anything more than three feet ahead of me. I took a long shaky breath as I turned towards Xander, freezing under his suddenly confident gaze. His mossy green eyes shone through the dark as all vampires eyes did. His familiar grin made a quick appearance, instinctively making me take a step back. The slim hope I had of those files even existing quickly disappeared.

Damien pulled out his mystical sword from its scabbard, stuck the scabbard on the ground, and stared straight ahead. "[... Rise, my army ...]" Every word Damien said overlapped the voices of hundreds of people at once. Sounds so scary. And the moment Damien said that a shadow spread out from under his feet and covered a vast area. From that shadow emerged hundreds of top-level vampires with their entire bodies shrouded in the black aura. "[... Kill all the werewolves here ...]" Damien's voice overlapping with hundreds of voices saying the same word echoed in the ears of every high-class vampire equivalent shadow army. After nodding their heads in unison, the hundreds of shadow troops equal t

“Each Wielder have, at least, two souls. One for the shadow and one for the Wielder himself. To get the blood of the shadow is to get its essence. Do you get it now, or do I have to show you what I mean?” “I’ll go to the latter.” Rolling her eyes, she summoned her shadow. It appeared in front of them, its whole figure blinking. Before Kleint’s eyes, she pinched her shadow’s flesh, biting her lips as the pain washed through her like a bucket of ice. “T-This—this is the blood—the shadow’s blood.” Her eyes were drooping as she gulped, but she merely shook her drowsiness by thinking about what her father would say if she collapsed again.

Heart racing, Vanadine sought the source of the growl, eventually picking out a shape in the gloom. The shadow of the citadel hid a great deal but enough light penetrated to allow him to see the creature that was stalking him. The syphia was one of the largest Vanadine had ever seen, roughly equivalent in height to a pony on Earth. Muscles rippled beneath its sleek, black and white fur and teeth peeled back from inch long fangs that would meet and cross in a scissoring action, rending flesh with ease. Eyes the colour of midnight skies regarded him with dispassionate hatred.

Alex and Victoria are a vampire couple who live peacefully in a small town. They do not like to kill humans, but rather drink the blood of animals or voluntary donors. They also have many human friends who respect and protect them. One night, they hear news that there is an evil vampire clan called The Bloods who plan to rule the world by making humans their slaves. The Bloods are led by an old and powerful vampire named Lord Draven. He has an army of vampires numbering in the thousands, as well as some brainwashed humans.