Tres Vampires 소설 & 이야기

The vampires. At least eight or nine that I could immediately identify. Each one more devastatingly beautiful than the last. One had midnight-black hair and molten silver eyes that seemed to pierce straight through flesh and bone. Another — tall, golden-haired Elias — wore a wicked, boyish grin that promised both pleasure and ruin. Seraphine, with her cascading fiery red hair and crimson lips, moved like living temptation incarnate. Viktor looked like a broad-shouldered warrior carved from marble, while Damien’s dark, smoldering intensity made my knees feel weak. They didn’t hide what they were.

Lisanna started telling Cassandra everything she knew. “Those boys following them are Jet Crane, he is a warlock, Liam Wright, a werewolf from the West, and Oliver Hunt, a vampire. Jet currently ranked number 4 while Liam was 5, and Oliver was the second,” Lisanna said. Cassandra listened intently. “And those mean girls are Judith Lockhart, a witch, Krystal Knight, a vampire, and Joana Redwood. Joana was also a vampire and she was obsessed with First,” Lisanna mumbled. She ate the remaining piece for her food while looking fat Cassandra's reaction in front of her.

I hoped our family name was cursed, perhaps, and Keri would be overlooked for the next five years, just as I had been. The clock chimed at 8pm, and the vampires processed the long lonely road down from their castle. They wore black cloaks with the hoods drawn up. With just their sallow, pale faces visible, even their hair hidden, the only flash of color on them was their red eyes. They looked over us with bored disdain. To them, we must have appeared nothing but cattle, to be fed upon at their leisure. When they reached the base of the clock tower, one stepped forward before the rest.

The vampires. At least eight or nine that I could immediately identify. Each one more devastatingly beautiful than the last. One had midnight-black hair and molten silver eyes that seemed to pierce straight through flesh and bone. Another — tall, golden-haired Elias — wore a wicked, boyish grin that promised both pleasure and ruin. Seraphine, with her cascading fiery red hair and crimson lips, moved like living temptation incarnate. Viktor looked like a broad-shouldered warrior carved from marble, while Damien’s dark, smoldering intensity made my knees feel weak. They didn’t hide what they were.

“Look here are the bottles you smash into the vampires or submerge your weapon in when attacking. I labeled them, and they are Purple V for the vampires. Green Z for Zombies are what I used to help at least subdue them. However, I don't know how effective it may work on them due to their makeup.” “Amber that is terrific. I looked up some information my good friend Marco had provided me about attacking them. He said chopping off their head and burning them has been working so far. However, he told me they are very strong, very resilient, and seem driven by orders.” Alex adds while examining her bottles of mixtures she had put together.

AVA'S POV “For a queen you are, you're getting a bit too comfortable with these humans,” Rowan whispered, his breath tickling my skin and his voice husky and laced with a hint of warning. My gaze narrowed, eyes flashing red with a hint of danger as I took in his words. “And what makes you think so, my love?” I purred, my voice dripping with sweetness as my fingers trailed his bare chest down below to his hard member. Of course we were lying naked in all our glory, skin flawless yet had a pale color to it, and this was absolutely normal being vampires.

He beams at me and gives me a thank you before shutting my door and loading our luggage. “You’re so gooey,” Melanie chuckles and smirks from her seat beside me. I roll my eyes and look down at the reports stacked on the console. The driver begins to drive as I pick them up to read. **** I must have been asleep as I wake up at the rough shoving of Melanie. She huffs from beside me as I snap my eyes to her. Vampires are not known to need sleep, but personally I enjoy it. It’s dreamless and passes the time. It also means a break from looking at countless words on reports.

It contains the power of the three great black mages who created the vampires as their disciples. Lord Treznor stood and his overwhelming power was shown in his appearance. "Disciples! The moonless night is ending, but until now you didn't find the moon monarch! Do anything to make her appear!" Lord Treznor shouted, and all of the vampires were still kneeling. "Lord, I sent my disciples into the human world. And they are spreading deathless punishment of your power. And before the next moon appears, the disciples we gathered in the human world will work with us." Vivory Harsha uttered and her fangs appeared as she made a broad smile.

Somehow, against all hope and reason, vampires had come to their aid. In a moment, it was over. Leesa could not believe her eyes when she recognized Stefan detaching himself from Tomas’ lifeless body. The black wizard’s throat had been torn to shreds. Stefan turned his head and spat, then stepped toward Leesa. Three other vampires—a male and two females—stood over the remaining wizards, who were all dead, their throats ripped open. Thick, dark blood oozed from the wounds. “That is by far the foulest blood I have ever tasted,” Stefan said. He spat again. Leesa thought she heard the spit sizzle when it hit the ground. Stefan wiped his lips with the back of his hand. “We have to stop meeting li

No human was a match for the two together. "I don't think you are aware of the situation here," Francis seethed to both of them. "Human girls are going missing by the day. It's mass femicide! They are being murdered by vampires in the area, and it is him," Francis pointed at Sol, "Who is the culprit?" Serin scoffed, "I can assure you that my friend has had no part in the tragedies of what has been happening. Neither of us drinks from living humans. We collect the blood from willing participants only. They are blood donors."