Novel & Cerita Southern Guide To Slaying Vampires

“You saw how fast my attack was? It takes three seconds for a vampire or werewolf to snap your pretty neck.” Three seconds? Yikes. “But, we won’t let that happen.” He released me and spun me around so I was facing him. “When you’re attacking a vampire, never aim for the neck, unless you are as strong, if not stronger, than him. My father taught me that when I was a young vampire. Hold out your hand.” I did as he instructed and he placed the half-branch in it. He guided my hand to the middle of his firm chest. “Instead, aim for the chest area where the heart is. Vampires do not have hearts that beat, however our life source, believe it or not, is embedded in that. If you have the chest area,

Children were in different locations, some hiding some in the open crying their eyes out of the most horrible experience of their lives. I ran my hand through my somehow damp hair while my stomach churned from the horrid sight. With my eyes closed, I listened carefully, trying to hear past the cries, wails, angry birds, and burning sensation and focus on the heartbeats of the sprawled elements. I needed to save as many that weren’t dead before it was too late. I would help the wounded vampires first by giving them my blood. True vampires healed faster, they would heal faster if they had my blood in them. After giving blood to those that were on the east side I went over to the west side and

She slipped past the invisible barrier. Emily gasped, trying to turn, but the vampire was already there. Cold, dead fingers gripped her arm. "Found you," the vampire whispered in her ear. SLASH. Talons raked down Emily’s forearm. It wasn't a deep cut, but it was agonizing. It felt like ice water had been injected into her veins. Emily cried out, clutching her arm. Blood—bright, hot, human blood—spilled onto the snow. The scent hit the vampires like a drug. They groaned, their eyes glazing over with lust.

The vampire stood over him, wiping a smear of blood from his lip with the back of his hand. "Stupid puppy," the vampire sneered. "Did you really think a mutt like you could stop me?" He stepped over Teddy’s body as if he were nothing more than a piece of trash. He started toward me again, moving with a slow, predatory grace that made my blood run cold. I stood up and moved in front of Lucia, blocking her with my body. My legs felt like jelly, but I balled my fists anyway. Remember the training, Sombra whispered. Her voice was steady, even if I wasn't. Use his weight. Aim for the eyes and the throat.

By the Seventh Goddess. Lesson 1 on how to defeat a vampire: make sure the heart or head has been fully disconnected from the body before claiming death. Of course, if you kill it by hand instead of contaminating it with wood. You were one of my greatest champions and you made a mistake like that, what a disappointment. On the other hand, I thanked you for such stupidity, it filled you with anger and strength to continue your tasks, I didn't miss a cockroach and left me with a trump card in case you rebelled against me, like now. Thanks.

Without thinking I rushed forward, surprising him as I lowered my shoulder into his stomach and drove him off his feet, sending us both crashing into the next row of graves. I may have been older in vampire years than this underling but I was a bit weaker. We wrestled on the ground with each other, claws scraping and teeth biting. The vicious underling came close to killing me when he pulled back and rammed his fist toward my chest, aiming for my heart. But I was to fast for him and capitalized on his mistake by rolling away from him and coming to my feet, back handing him across the face and hitting him so hard that he flipped over backwards onto his stomach. Only thinking of my survival I

Ashley watched the flames engulf the three slave vampires and had to look away. The sounds of the crowd weren’t loud enough to drown out the screams of the three burning to death for the pleasure of the spectators. It really was like Rome in a way, in a sick pathetic way. “How can people do this to each other?” Ashley asked. She didn’t expect an answer. “It’s one of the few ways to kill a vampire,” Cara replied. “You can’t hang them, shooting won’t work unless you tear them apart and I don’t think guillotines are easy to come by.”

I looked for Dalton and asked him to show me where the kitchen was since I didn't want to drink alcohol or my father would kill me, not very convinced he takes me to the kitchen, I saw he was about to leave so I acted fast and I hurt myself with intentions of him smelling my blood, from one moment to another, I had him holding my wrist where I was hurt, his eyes shine with fervor while they ask me what I had done. —Don't you realize that we're not the only vampires at this party? —Then hurry up and drink before they feel my blood. A strange growl comes from his throat, I had never heard it before it made me gulp dryly because I didn't stop to think about there being more vampires, Dalton loo

"The hell, are you guys deaf or something? Why so loud?!" Suron flipped the noise off and pulled the car up to the plantation house. Flipping his finger across the screen, Sebastian again put his hand down my shirt while we sat in the dark, waiting for Suron to tell us what the hell was going on with his phone. "How much talking are you wanting to do?" Sebastian hissed in my ear. His hand trailed the top of my skin. My thighs trying to part to tell him to go the other way. Easy access. This. Vampire. Is. Going. To. Kill. Me.

"So Vivian Astor set her sights on a new market. Blood. Factories and workhouses sprung up powered by coal and steam. Bloodshed reigned without regulation and she took the same business model to be her own, quite literally emptying her workers into her product. So rose an acceptable way for vampires to feed. A way that hardly differed from buying a chicken for dinner. "We were raised on this as gospel. Bedtime stories of patricide and domination. Followed by the apparent expectation that we would follow in her footsteps. That our hunger would extend as far as hers. The lessons she taught were mostly in that library, sitting beside the fire. When we were still mortal, of course. Is