Southern Guide To Slaying Vampires の小説・ストーリー

Abu paused and despite his serious glances, behind it was worried and fear… “To kill the vampire, her body will feel weaker and weaker, and she will spend all her last breath in the human world and not here, only if she failed to remember who she was on time,’’ Abu explained it as slow as he could, and reading Zanea’s face he could scent something on him.

Damien was meant to be this way: cold, manipulative, willing to do whatever it took to bring prosperity to their Cult—and even to the entirety of the Vampire population. When they walked into the Council Room, the vampires seated around the table rose to their feet in greeting. The level of respect they held for their leader was clear. The power was intoxicating, and Shane couldn’t imagine how that idiot Asher Lestat could have given it all up for a woman. “Report,” Damien said simply and took his seat. The others followed. The first to speak was one of his oldest men—a man who had served his father before him. “My Lord, there have been more reports on the hunters. A small group of vampires

Maybe thinking about the right words to say. “ No, he didn’t got a bite though. He’s real vampire which mean he doesn’t a bite from vampire. He turn into the vampire itself when he turn into 18 years old. Real vampire and bite vampire is different. Real vampire has it special abilities, ” Harley explain everything carefully. Hope it doesn’t drive Adryan crazy. “ So you’re saying that I will turn into vampire once I turn 18 years old and I will have special abilities? Like what? I can fly? Breath forever underwater? Or sleep underground for the entire life?, ” Adryan clearly seem did not believe it.

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

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.

I wouldn't let that happen now. My whole body morphed into my vampire self. My eyes turned into a bright glowing red colour. My canines sharpened and my nails grew longer. I whipped my head towards Maya one last time to make sure she was safe before bolting down with the sole purpose to attack that damn creature. The wind rushed through me, my feet dug on the dirt as I was skillfully making my way through the thick trees. His pestering odour grew stronger and stronger meaning I was getting closer.

“My mother killed herself. She walked into the ocean. Vampires can’t drown.” “They can if their transformation is incomplete,” Vesper says. “They’re actually easier to kill than humans.” I can feel the blood drain from my face and my ears start to buzz. “Get out,” Aldric says to Vesper. The druid says something to his brother, but I can’t hear him. My head is filled with the sound of bees.

She needed one of his smile that usually excited her. "There are several other ways to kill a Vampire besides using a gun. There's garlic which poisons us, the Bible amidst several holy artifacts, burying a stake through the heart, decapitation and lastly ripping the heart off." He explained in a lucid tone. "First, fix your stance." He ordered, gently parting her leg apart and adjusting her body so it stood upright and firm. "It's not a pen you're holding here, it's a knife. Your stance should be fierce and not careless cos in the end, you might be the one stabbed." He said as he reviewed her posture and countenance.

Swinging my urumi in rapid circles, I cut into the outer layers of bloodsuckers, but as fast as the thin steel blades flay out pieces of undead flesh leaving dark magic flames to consume them, new vampires are porting in, all of them hellbent on getting to Sylvia. The shrieks of the burning pierce the air accompanied by cries of victory from my other sisters as their own battles end and they emerge into the center of the house, enraged and lusting for more. Six of us strike at ground level trying to get to Sylvia, with Jenny still covering us from above, but in the end, she’s overwhelmed. The filthy bloodsucker who gets to her—a dark-haired smokey-eyed male wearing casual clothes and a black