The Temple Of The Vampire นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Well… except for the contents. Honestly… I didn’t care what Full Moon did with all the libraries, but the least they could have done was keep the contents up to standard…” She pulled down a book and flipped through it, tossing it over her head. “Garbage… Garbage…” I frowned and looked around. “The temple rejected Sibyl. How could it let vampires through the entrance? How can you even be standing in here if it’s an extension of the temple?” She stopped mid-reach for another book as a book landed with a thud behind her.

“There is a temple there. It will take many days to walk there, and we will stay with the strongholds we encounter on the way. Once there, we offer something from the sea to the gods of the sky, something from the land to the gods of the sea, something with fire to the gods of winter, something of winter to the gods of spring. To the greatest gods, we offer treasures, gold, wine, oils…” There were two other sacrifices that would be made, but he chose not to tell her of those, the ceremonies too sacred to share with a human and a slave. The full sacrifice of blood and fertility. It was tradition for a vampire to perform it upon their first pilgrimage to the temple, however it was also volunta

- says the werewolf. - Then it was decided, next night we gather a council, and immediately send our small legion. Let's meet in the temple of obedience. Everything can be discussed there. Brook-ta-man says firmly, looking at the werewolf and at Ssazzul. - Oh, I don't like these temples that limit our abilities. the werewolf murmured angrily. We are all very vulnerable there, but on the other hand, no one will sort things out. Dark blood slowly crawled up the vampire's boot, he backed away in disgust. He looks at the lifeless body, the pieces of flesh torn off by the werewolf lie motionless on the pavement. The vampire winced. He wrote out a magic symbol in the air, concentrated for a second

He already knows what is wrong but he still needs to confirm. He studied the young woman's wounds. There are scratches around her arms and legs. Probably from the dragging by her predators. Jones is a vampire but after years of practicing self-control, he managed to make his senses devoid of any scent. If his guess was true, then this woman's blood wouldn't affect him no matter how addictive her blood is.

Nick and I nodded, “Do you accept your position as queen of the vampires and relinquish your life to the vampires as a hybrid?” “Yes.” “NO!” Mara yelled, but we continued, “Do you accept her as your queen, lover and mate?” Mandy asked Nick, he nodded, “Yes.” She took a knife and cut my hand first and then Nick’s, “This is the blood oath, this will bind your souls together for eternity.” She then muttered words in another language that sounded romanian or greek. She then placed our hands together and Nick bit my neck; I winced at the sudden pain but it soon disappeared

"Do you know them?" Dante asked Dae in an emotionless tone reading papers of business. "No, I don't. " Dae answered. "The big man came to get the little one and they wanted to give me some...companion." "Fine. Do you like it, the companion?" "..." Without having an answer, Dante didn't ask more and continued to mind his own business. The little Dae looked out the window counting the raindrops. It seemed that he was enjoying more the silence.

And maybe the whole world. The vampire took the heavy book from Ilyana's hands. Instead, he lowered a thin notebook with a symbol crudely drawn onto it into his open palm. Ilyana batted her eyelashes in surprise. She knew this sign - a waxing moon with a cross at its base. This was the sign of the White Moon. - Servant of the Temple of Two Moons? - Ilyana looked at her guide in surprise. - Sorry, madam. It's time for me to return to my post. Please, return the book to its place after reading,” having completely changed, Eriz headed back, leaving the girl alone.

he replied, and was surprised to realize how gravelly his own voice had become. They reached the top of the hill, walked across the wide marble plaza and up a long flight of marble steps leading to the temple entrance. Standing guard under the portico were a dozen huge vampires, dressed in all black. They wore elaborate velvet cloaks, despite the heat, with a broad red sash crossing over them. They hissed back in greeting, and Sam could see their long fangs protruding. He looked down and saw their hands were irregular: each had only two fingers and a thumb, long and pointy, with nails that stretched for inches and were sharpened to a point. Their skin was stark white, and covered in blisters

She looked up and around the room but nothing seemed out of sorts. "What?" She whispered to the wind but it stayed silent. "What do you see?" She whispered again and again, no reply. She rubbed her hands down her arm, suddenly feeling cold. She realized then that she had felt the same at the caves, with the dead werewolves. It was the same atmosphere, the same feeling. "My lord, I swear to you," Faunus went down on his knees in fear for the sight of Sebastian, the vampire lord, was a terrifying one to behold. The maids followed, dropping to their knees, all three of them.

She looked at the large image of Jesus Christ on the cross; even though she was in the far back, she could clearly see the image of Jesus Christ due to its size. "The Philippines can't really compare to other countries; there are huge differences in everything," she said. After that, she stood up and began to pray. "Lord, I know how fascinated I am by vampires, but can't you make this vampire hunting journey easier for me? Can you please assist me in putting my curiosity about them to rest?" Cyrille prayed in desperation. "I don't asked to see a bunch of vampires; I just want to see one. Just let me see one of them, please. Please? Lord?" She pleaded, blinking her eyes like a child begging a