Twilight Vampire Crossword の小説・ストーリー

Marco added before he dropped the call. I guess it was time to unbury the hatchet. Even if it has rotten in the ground, we don't have a choice. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Dear Readers, Vampire and the Siren is now available on A****n, you can get a copy for an affordable price. Same book title and book cover by Musa Anastasia. Thank you.

I wanted to see that place. It was just two hours into day break, everyone had gone to sleep. I hurried into the kitchen and drank a whole bottle of a special liquid Edmund and Hillary introduced to us. It was called vamscren and it allowed vampires to walk in the sun for a while without being affected by it. Somehow, vamscren made me feel a bit better about becoming a vampire as I didn’t have to always be limited by the sun. The vamscren was made from dragon tears and Edmund and Hillary, along with Dana, arranged with the manufacturers to always supply it to the castle, so we never ran out. After drinking, I got my cloak and flew out of the castle, to see my former town.

Together, they came up with additional methods to obtain the blood they required, including the Red Cross, campus blood drives, and, where necessary, robbing a hospital's blood bank. Zachary's wife of almost forty years, Sarah, was a true free spirit. Her native to this country, bronzed skin was enhanced by her long, black hair that hung past her waist. Her eyes were still the original black color of a human; the silver of aging had not yet supplanted it. She was a newborn vampire.

a grim reaper reported. "What did you say? Did you say, Zanea?" his eyes widened in fear as he looked at the grim reaper. The man bent down his knees and frowned, "Yes, archangel. His name was written in the list," he responded and his heart sank to realized that Zanea was the one who killed the Vampire.

"You seem to be knowledgeable about things. For a normal human to calmly confront a vampire like this, you must be someone who has a collection of journals in her room to secretly learn about non-human creatures. And you must have already encountered one in the past that triggered your crazy obsession." Her forehead creased. "How did you know that?" "It was a guess." She was surprised. He wasn't only sharp but he could see through people without a sweat. "So it's really true? That you are a vampire?" Without him answering her verbally, he looked at him and his eyes that were sea-green turned to bright red. "A pureblooded vampire," she blurted. She had read that the pureblooded vampires had t

I couldn’t finish the sentence. Lucy’s face showed confusion still, even though I was pretty sure she was following me. After a very long pause, she slowly asked, “So, you think your sister’s a… vampire?” My hands were literally shaking, but my head was nodding up and down. “I think she could be.” “Huh?” Emma asked, her head swiveling from me to Lucy and back again. “What’s Twilight?” she asked again. Neither of us answered, only stared at each other with our mouths open. I heard Emma’s fingers flying over the keyboard, and a few seconds later, she said, “Oh.” A minute later, she said, “I don’t think they look that much alike.”

"Very well, I can explain, Brother Federico—your new maid has offended me. Since she's no one special, she should be disposed of." Alessia finally grins, careful not to show her fangs. She doesn't know how much pathetic, ugly, mortal Hailey has been told—and she will not risk offending her beloved over something so trivial. People like Hailey deserve to be in the dark until they die. People who believe her beloved Federico is the fourth generation of the original Don Federico Vitale instead of the original don himself should hear no secrets of the supernatural. Alessia will not casually spill Federico's secret of being an immortal vampire to anyone—let alone the dumb mortal girl who dares to

She thought that a Thaumaturge only flows in the blood of the two legendary vampire and werewolf—Dracula and Alexander Corvinus respectively. Downstairs, Cyrill and Rozelyn seem to just glare at one another. The ajar door had allowed the September breeze to enter the interiors of their abode. To be truthful, he hasn’t gotten over the incident at his orchestra event, caused by the person in front of him. In fact, his outfit still bears the Victoria’s Secret perfume that Henriz gifted to him last summer. It was Rozelyn who decided to shut the door. Cyrill’s gaze didn’t yield when his adoptive mom’s step daughter returned to the place where they were standing.

Detecting her scent, Ace realized she was a vampire and averted his gaze to avoid her compelling gaze, even as an Alpha. The vampire introduced herself as Tiffany, claiming knowledge of him and the young girl in his care. At the mention of the girl, Ace glared and growled at Tiffany. She expressed disinterest in the girl, desiring Ace instead for his imminent Alpha status. Tiffany proposed they mate to produce hybrid offspring to lead future packs. Ace's laughter angers Tiffany, prompting her to reveal wolfsbane stored in balloons. She hurled one to the floor; it burst, releasing smoke. Ace held his breath futilely and succumbed to unconsciousness.

Kristen quickly started the ignite and rushed to her. Tessa opened the door and she jumped in. "Move! Move!" Tessa screamed. Kristen got back to the road again. "What is it, Tess?" Kristen asked. "You are behaving like you saw a ghost or something," Doris said. "I...I saw a..vamp... a vampire!" Tessa panted. "What? How do you know that?" Doris asked. "Wait? You sure?!" Kristen asked. "Yes! He referred to me as sweet blood and his eyes...his...eyes. He-