Novel & Cerita Skyrim Vampire Lord Vs Werewolf

When we reached Alex and Talia, they both got up. “Congrats, Wulfric.” Alex put out his right hand to Blake to shake, and I had to do a double take when I noticed his pinky was missing and the skin was raised in pinkish-red rings around his other fingers, as if he’d been cut and the wound never fully healed. I didn’t even know it was possible for a werewolf to scar. “What happened to your hand?” Blake asked, clearly noticing the same thing right before he took it. “Lost a finger.” Alex gave a sheepish smile.

I shuddered, my knees almost buckling. He brought those fingers to his lips. I gripped his hand and stopped him before he could put them into his mouth. His fingers were tinted pink with my wetness. The tears, the semen, the wetness between my legs—what we Vampires accept as natural is something I'm not so sure wouldn't thoroughly disgust a human. "Paul, I'm a Vampire," I said. "What makes my body wet is blood." He smiled. "It's okay. I'm a Werewolf. It's what I eat."

At 6 PM, Bastian arrived at Lord Valerius's estate with Ophelia. The full moon banquet was the ultimate networking event for the clans. Tonight, the room was packed with the highest vampire nobility. Bastian held a crystal glass of premium synth-blood, zoning out while Valerius talked about the new territory treaties. He hadn't seen Aveline all day. Instinctively, he reached out through the blood bond to find her, but hit a wall of dead, silent nothingness.

"Um... can I ask something? You know I’m a werewolf and... you’re a vampire... ah... uh..." "Hmm... Are you wondering if I hate werewolves like you, Miss Elaine?" she asked. She stopped and gestured for me to look around at the crowd of students. According to her, the military is full of various creatures like werewolves and vampires. "True, there is no denying that there is conflict between vampires and werewolves, but I am a professional. As a soldier, I cannot let my pride and emotions dictate my actions," she stated. "Personally, I don't like werewolves, but that cannot affect my job."

"Either they accept my leadership, or war is still in our favor." The vampires behind me shifted, ready. Hungry. Soon, the werewolf packs came into my vision. Unlike our Shadow Land, their place was filled with color. Lights strung between trees. Laughter echoing in the distance. Music. Our territory looked gloomy and depressed in comparison. Dark. Dead. Damn. This magnetic pull became stronger the closer we got. It was like something was clawing at my chest, dragging me forward. I didn't like it.

When they were quite a distance away,he stopped for her to catch her breath. "Are you alright?" he asked She nodded "Are those vampires?" "Yes" he answered "They're the rogues" "Rogues? They're different from the vampires?" "Yes.The rogues are less powerful.The vampires are mostly kings,queens,people of higher authority" they moved through the woods "They have ranks too.Half bloods,ancient vampires." "The ones that attacked us in the last full moon?" "Those are the vampires and some of the rogues" he replied

Among them, a heated discussion ensued between Lydia, the formidable vampire leader, and Marcus, Adrian's loyal werewolf confidant. Lydia, her eyes narrowed with skepticism, addressed Marcus, "Do you truly believe in the words of this hybrid child? The scrolls and stories could be mere fabrications to manipulate our sentiments." Marcus, though typically a staunch defender of werewolf traditions, found himself contemplating the possibility of a shared history. "Lydia, I've fought in battles against your kind for as long as I can remember. But if there's a chance to break free from this cycle of hatred, isn't it worth exploring?"

Silas's crimson eyes surveyed the scene, searching for Chassy amidst the chaos of the battlefield. When his gaze finally landed on her, a surge of relief washed over him. Chassy, a formidable force of nature, fought with a ferocity that belied her Lycan nature. Her silver fur glistened in the moonlight, a testament to the strength she drew from the lunar goddess. Silas joined the fray, his movements a symphony of lethal precision. Vampires, sensing the arrival of another formidable opponent, redirected their attention to the approaching coven. The clash of species unfolded with a chaotic beauty, each movement a testament to the supernatural prowess of both wolves and vampires.

Zayn was not looking much pleased by their arrival while he only glanced for a second over the girl that was sitting with Zayn. Skyrim only blinked. "I think we all knew that Zoe was going to have a mate. Don't we? Now what's the problem? Are you scared to let her go?" Skyrim asked Zayn who said nothing but instead glared on Avery. "I can say you are right too. A wolf is only made for a wolf. But I can not say that it's true. A vampire and a wolf can be together and it's true in many cases. But now Zoe is a wolf so there won't be any problem, right."

He looked at me with disappointment. "How many times would I have to tell you this Amaya, I would never in my life hurt you." "How am I even supposed to stick with that when I don't even know your name?" "Faire enough." He chuckled. "My name is Damon." Damon, that's a nice name. Wait a damn minute. "Damon Salvatore?" I questioned. Even though they looked nothing alike, I couldn't help myself from asking. I mean what a coincidence this was. Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon.