Novel & Cerita Skyrim Vampire Khajiit

She doubles over, her hands on her knees as tears start rolling down her pretty face. "That is the last female lycan for you lot," she howls, pointing a finger at the king. "Bloody hell, girl, I like you. Straight to the point. Perhaps we can be friends?" She steps forward, her smile bright and genuine. "My name is Khadija." My cheeks are on fire. I cannot look at Adriel. I cannot look at Mitchell. I turn around and sprint. I push past Gage, my boots tearing up the gravel as I race toward the tree line at the edge of the estate.

I raised my hand, energy flaring, but the thing moved again, zigzagging like it could anticipate me. “Verdant Bind!” Vines erupted from the ground, slashing through the air — one caught its arm, another its leg. The creature shrieked, jerking violently, ripping one free with inhuman strength. Noah shouted, “It’s breaking loose!” “I see it!” I hissed. “Kira!” She rolled, grabbed her weapon, and slammed it down on its skull just as the vines constricted again. A sickening crack. Then silence. The body twitched once, twice, and went still.

I looked down at Clara, kneeling on the floor now. Her face was streaked with tears, looking all innocent, but her eyes burned with ambition and thrill. I knew she was reborn too, and she'd jumped straight into Jax's bed to steal him. In my past life, I'd chosen Jax, the eldest son of the werewolf alpha. To me, vampires were cold and heartless, elves were fickle players. Only werewolves were loyal and passionate, the perfect choice. Six months after mating with Jax, I bore him a white wolf pup, naming him Zeal.

I groan—so many new names to remember. “In case you don’t know who Kain is, he is a vampire. I am trying to get him to dick me, but so far, he is holding strong,” Viki complains. A male’s voice comes from behind us. “That’s because Kain here is already taken. But I am single.” Viki, Sarah, and I turn around, and we see two males. One of them is Conon, and the other is a vampire—Kain. “Wait, you are mated?” Viki asks Kain.

Vaari steps forward and speaks making Draig nod in reply. "I suppose if our people have any hope of being allies against Dagon, I will have to learn more about the lycans and vampires. It is good to see you Jyrki, it's been a long time. I'm very sorry for Adaline, she was everything to all our people." Draig reaches out and grasps Vaari's forearm then pulls him into a hug.

Khal, the ruthless and powerful vampire lord, stood in the center of the courtyard, surrounded by his loyal followers, waiting for alpha Cyrus as they all had been kneeling after defeat. Just then, a figure emerged from the shadows, exuding an air of authority and power. It was Alpha Dominic, the leader of the werewolf pack known for his strength and cunning. Besides him was alpha Cyrus, the one who was the rightful owner of the kingdom, he strode towards Khal with purpose, his sword glinting in the moonlight. Khal's demeanor changed as he recognized the alpha's presence, and he immediately dropped to shame, bowing his head in a show of his defeat. His followers followed suit, kneeling befor

Among them, two figures stood above the rest—not only because of their physiques, but because of the dangerous aura surrounding them. Sokaris, the Norse god, stood as still as a granite statue. His bare torso was covered in scars that told stories of forgotten battles, and his icy blue eyes constantly sought mine, making my cheeks flush. If looks could get someone pregnant, we'd already be expecting twenty pups... damn... it's getting hot in here... Kallie whispered inside my mind as she peeked through my eyes. Several yards away, Vladimir, the Vampire King, wore a predatory smile. Despite the ban on magic, his natural speed and reflexes made him a terrifying opponent.

“Don’t get me wrong pal, I have nothing against you. I’m only doing what the master ordered. “The master? Who is your master?” “You’d see him soon, at least before you kiss death. He is to do you the honour of striking the flame”. The vampire picks up the empty keg and out of the door. Minutes later, a tall well-built figure walks in. From his aura, I’m certain he is not just any ordinary vampire. “Hey, Jayden, it’s been a while”, a familiar voice says to me. I try to remember where I had heard the voice, and freeze when I remember whose voice it is. Uriel!

Elijah and I tensed, our swords at the ready as the figure stepped forward, revealing a tall, imposing vampire with piercing crimson eyes and a regal bearing. "The Vampire King," Elijah murmured, his voice low and grim. The Vampire King inclined his head, a cruel smile spreading across his lips. "So, you've heard of me. I'm flattered." He stepped forward, his movements graceful and fluid, his gaze sweeping over us with a detached curiosity. "And who might you be, my young friends?" Elijah stepped forward, his jaw set in a determined line. "I am Elijah, and this is Caius. We're here to put an end to your reign of terror."

My chest tightened, and it was then reality cracked upon me that all this time Zahir had been telling the story of Zeve’s parents, grandparents and their struggle with Derek and the vampires. Lucella and Morfan peered at Zeve. I could hear Zeve’s heart hammer against her chest. “Who?” Her voice came out in a trembling whisper. “Who am I?” Zeve lifted her gaze at Zahir. Her eyes looked as if they were made of nothing but bright white light. Hikari got up and stood in front of Zahir. Zahir got up from his seat, and Hikari touched the dragon tattoo on his neck, clenching his Katana in his other hand.