Splatoon Vampire Squid Novels & Stories

Inside, nestled in cotton batting, was a set of hand-painted wooden animals—a seahorse, an octopus, a jellyfish, a whale, and something tentacled and furious that I couldn’t identify. “That’s a colossal squid,” Lloyd said, pointing. “I carved it from the picture in Lucas’s book. The eyes are dinner-plate sized on the real thing, but I had to take some liberties.” “The proportions are wrong,” Chloe said, picking up the squid and turning it over in her hands. “The mantle should be longer relative to the tentacles.” “You’re right…” “But the painting is excellent.” “Thank you.” “I’ll keep it.” “I was hoping you would.”

she replied, glancing at Theo with concern. Before they could react, a figure leaped out from the shadows. It was a vampire. He lunged at Theo, knocking him down and sinking his teeth into his leg. Theo cried out in pain, trying to fight off the attacker. Sarah acted swiftly, leaping at them and trying to slash at the vampire whose reflexes were faster than she could keep up with.

The red in the glass made me wanted to puke as I scrunched my nose and the words which I have been keeping in my mind finally escaped my lips. "How good it would have been if I wasn't born a vampire..."

He picked grapes and then picked plums for her to eat to soften the spicy taste of the chili, but the more he comforted her, the more she cried and kept shaking her head, making him not know what to do anymore. - Samson, please invite me into your castle. - Maris raised her neck and called out. - Please come in. Samson hurriedly responded to Maris' request and in less than half a second, the female vampire appeared beside the two of them. Maris gasped when she saw the fruit scattered on the grass and Lucasta's red, swollen mouth. She immediately turned to Samson and widened her eyes. - Oh my god, what have you done to Lucasta?

The river leads to Sprite lands. The river is deep enough to swim in, and last night when I suggested to Kade that we could try to swim the river into spite lands, he agreed to it on one condition. We would give whoever this S person is until tomorrow night to show up and lead us inside; if he isn't here by then, we'll act out my plan. Kade doesn't know it yet, but I plan to kill everyone and anyone who gets in my way. I'm ravenous with hunger. I haven't fed on anyone or drank a blood bag since Mary was taken. Sprite blood was considered a delicacy in the vampire world; it was so potent with magic that it gave my kind a rush, allowing us to feel how a meth addict feels when they can inject t

"Sorry! Boss just went crazy and dumped an urgent project on me. Gotta run." I tossed my phone onto the workbench and gasped for air. No. I couldn't just sit here like a sitting duck. I had to find out who he was. Human or vampire? If he was a vampire... how could I vanish quietly without getting myself killed? I grabbed my phone and opened our three-month chat history. I scrolled wildly, looking for any clue. No name. No address. No face pics. Until my finger stopped on a photo from last month. A shirtless pic he sent to prove his "stamina."

Yumeko leans in closer, “I think you have to top up your game if you want him to get rid of you. Do every single thing he hates the most, for example… blood. For some odd reason, Professor Matteo hates the sight of blood; he gets rid of anyone with blood on them in an instant.” A smirk curled at the corner of my lips. I know he isn’t human when my Necklace glowed and burned the other day in the gym, but I couldn’t figure out what he was. Now I get it, a creature that gets triggered at the sight of blood, his weakness… a freaking vampire. “That’s plan A,” Yumeko continues. “If he doesn’t get rid of you at the sight of blood, squeeze him in the dick. Everyone, including myself, turns towards Y

His eyes switched and it did again in my dream to make me recall… Or was I seeing things because I was close to death? “Angel, do human eyes switch colors?” I asked with narrowed eyes. “None that I have heard of,” she replied, “But I do know that vampires do have that,” “Vampires… the other night creatures…” “Yes.” “That can't be it. Aside from the fact that we're in the human world, the last set of vampires died years ago and you know the story. We were all told.” “I never said my mate was a vampire,” Angel attacked, causing me to roll my eyes.

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."

"Your blood smells divine, looks like I hit the best kind." "Guess again, leech!" The teen pulled out a small can of pepper spray and targeted his retinas. The Vampire keeled back and shrilled in agony. "DAMMIT!" Scarlett wasted no time and bolted away from the Vampire. "You're gonna regret that, mortal!" He shouted, rubbing his bloodshot eyes. Scarlett panted as she ran through the autumn foliage. She ignored the branches, getting herself a deep scratch on her forearm as she tumbled over dead logs and vines.