Spike Buffy Vampire Slayer の小説・ストーリー

Although she wasn't expecting an answer, she asked anyway. Akira's anxious about how a vampire could enter the safest place in the city. “For the fall of the king and rise of the new king.” The vampire guard muttered, and Akira heard it. ‘King? New King?’ “For the fall of the king and raise of the new king.” He muttered it repeatedly like a chant. The vampire's mouth was pouring saliva so thick and in the color blue. It reminded Akira of rabies, and she also saw it in pictures. Traces of thick things on the scene and the color blue weren't able to be identified back then. But after long research, it belonged to a dhampir.

She took a deep breath. “Then, let’s do it,” Amy said, picking up a syringe. “Lance, the way that the cure works is much like the Sunlight Serum. You’ll need a series of shots. With each shot, the transition should take you closer to becoming human. Theoretically, it will take approximately three shots for the transformation to be complete. However, if you fail to take the last injection, then your body will revert back to its vampire state. But if you complete the third shot and everything goes well, then your body will complete the transformation and you will be completely human. Do you understand?”

I summoned immediately the ninety-nine thousand demons I have at my command to come forth and feed on the souls of the confused pack members who don't know what else to do with themselves. While this was going on, Spike, the son of the just-deceased Alpha Alexandra, tried sneaking behind me with a silver dagger, with the intention of stabbing me to death, but you don't just sneak up on the overall commander of the Shadow Clan army. It's wrong to do so. I turned back swiftly and grabbed him by the neck and jacked him up until his legs could barely touch the ground.

It was driving me insane hearing then moaning and screaming. I closed my eyes and tried to shut down the sounds. It was definitely a turn on but I shouldn’t be thinking about that at this moment. Suddenly images of Liam and I having sex flash through my mind from our first time till the last time he held me. Memories of who I am came flushing back. I know who I am. Shit, I know exactly who I am and what happened to me. I didn’t realize that seeing a ton load of vampires and blood would trigger my memory.

"L-Let's not do that, Luna…" Johnny froze visibly at my request. "He was completely disfigured from that accident, so I'm scared it'd scar you." As he spoke, he tried handing me the tissues again. If I wasn't mistaken, he definitely drugged those tissues with chemicals that'd make me pass out quickly. The first time this happened, I had passed out immediately after using the tissues he handed me to wipe my tears, only waking up to see cremated ashes.

"We have to offer him something before he goes home, dad. He went all the way down here to return my phone." "No, it's all right, Cecelia. Got my meal before I headed here." I humbly disagreed, not because I don't want to stay longer in the wolf's den, but because I don't eat food. Vampires only drink blood. And I believe her werewolf dad was fully aware of that. "Cece has a point, Mr. Spencer. We insist. Why not join us for our meals? I believe that you haven't experienced having a buffet on the table, right?" it so happened that my brain knows what he meant by that.

Isabella said and for the first time in this conversation, Sophia giggled to herself when she heard this because she knew in actuality that it was her that would ruin the genes of Ronnell due to her bad eyesight. Ronnell noticed this, she looked so fucking cute. Licking her tongue discreetly, wetting her lips in either lust or excitement. In a dark room, devoid of any sun rays or light, sat a man with blood dripping from his lips and eyes shining through the abyss. The clock ticked, a sound that seemed endless for one that couldn’t die. The relevance of time was lost on vampires because time is the one time they had an unlimited amount regardless of how much passes.

The pack didn't ring a bell to me at all. ‘Maybe he didn't belong to my timeline.’ I concluded in my head. “Werewolves now suck blood now?” I asked confused, now sure that he didn't belong to my timeline. I also discovered I was nothing but a blood slave, my face winced in disgust. “Well, that would make a lot of sense with all chubby flesh I had. How much blood do I even have?” I said sarcastically, relishing the fact that I was the lowest of the low.

I groaned out as I felt my face hurt like there were thousands of needles being pricked into my skin, but that was only the beginning as I started getting kicked in the stomach The first one sent me curving into a ball as I groaned out, at first it was just one person, but soon I lost count, as one landed on my stomach, cracking my ribs, another hit my chest, and then my back. I couldn't even tell where they were coming from, but they hurt like a bitch as I groaned out, feeling my bones break as they kept hitting me, hurling me in different directions My vision had gotten blurry as i tried to keep my eyes open, but the more they hit, a face appeared in my line of vision and it wasn't blurry