Vampire Assassins 소설 & 이야기

After a few minutes more the candle lights came on again while the owls returned. I waited to watch in alert and zero seconds. The new vampires stood up in their immortal forms, all in a separate species from the other. They were all physically different. The first one looked very similar to the joker, only this one had fangs, longer nails, a deadly face that made him look like an angry bat, short, red-skinned, and a very huge head. I quickly recognized that one to be the night prowler. He was of the Yara-ma-yha-who breed. An ancient breed common in Japan.

It was then a singular fact stood out from the rest and I looked at the vampire in horror. "Didn't you..." The rest of the words tasted bitter as they died in my mouth. Slaughter the whole family? Ten years ago, the König royal family was massacred by a group of vampire assassins. The purpose of the attack is unknown but from what was told, no one survived the attack, leaving no heir for the Anthropoid Kingdom. The diamond stone had also gone missing without a trace afterward. What people did not know is that the assassins are called the Nebayev Assassins, whom Dimitri used to be the leader. These assassins are an elite group of highly trained warriors under t

Gabriel dodges and a vampire rushes out of the dark bearing its fangs. The sphinx is not amused; this act only fans the flames of his boiling temper. He delivers a karate chop to the vampire’s throat and he snaps its neck and lets the unconscious body fall to the ground. Marcel walks close to the unconscious vampire and examines it. “This is a newborn,” he says, “They are turning people to vampires?” Warren asks, “Yes. I’m surprised that they can even pull it off” “The Assassin sisters are almost 700years old, they know a thing or two about creating vampires” Gabriel says, giving them a hint of caution.

came me. “Kill them all!” The voices called out. I enjoyed the strength that was flowing through me, even though I had no understanding what was occurring. He coughed up blood and was panting for air. His black-stained lips and tongue were visible to me. He belonged to a small group of lethal mercenaries known as the Children of Shanahara. I once read about them in an old passage, but why was one attempting to murder me now when they were thought to have been exterminated long ago? His heart escaped his chest as I balled my fist. Someone was trying to assassinate me by employing a group of extinct assassins, so I had to find Dimitri and we had to leave immediately. Two additional black-clad

"They made the cure for you, too. These are the assassins trained to hunt the unwritten. Their blood is made of lead and virus. One scratch from those needles, and your fire will turn into ash. Your story will be deleted forever." The twelve assassins leaped from the roofs, landing in a perfect circle around Rowan and me. They didn't snarl. They didn't breathe. They just raised their green needles, and the red lines on their masks began to pulse in sync with my heartbeat. Damon leaned back against the door, his silent smile widening as he watched his secret weapon close in. He hadn't just brought a knife to a gunfight; he had brought an eraser to a drawing. I raised my spear of light, but th

The Alpha sat at the head of the long wooden table, flanked by his most trusted lieutenants. Sam looked up at the woman standing before him, admiring her striking beauty. She was a the infamous vampire assassin, sent to help him eliminate a rival werewolf Alpha Ares who was getting too powerful. "You understand your task, assassin?" the Alpha asked. The vampire nodded, her long black hair falling across her shoulders. "Yes, I do. I'll get rid of him."

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

Silas had given them the authority to strike decisively, and Nixon's team, armed with knowledge and cunning, infiltrated vampire hideouts like phantoms in the night. The first strike unfolded in silence, a ballet of precision as the squads breached the perimeters. Silas's fighters engaged with the vampires, their moves a choreography of supernatural prowess, claws, and fangs meeting with lethal precision. Nixon's team, adept at exploiting the supernatural vulnerabilities of their enemies, incapacitated the bloodsuckers with swift and surgical efficiency.

"Your ancestors and my sect... we were allies. We were the twin locks on the door to the Void." "If that's true," Caleb growled, his hand instinctively reaching for Scarlett’s waist, "then the Order of the Black Sun isn't just trying to kill me. They’re trying to erase the very history that kept the darkness at bay." Suddenly, the silver light in the tomb turned a violent, jagged red. From the shadows of the vaulted ceiling, four figures descended. They weren't wolves, nor were they entirely human. They were Wraith-Assassins—the elite killers of the Order of the Black Sun, their bodies flickering in and out of existence like glitches in reality.

I growled. “I can help—” Eli tried to run toward me. “No, fucking stay. Down.” But he didn’t listen. He never did, bless him. Eli was trembling, visibly terrified yet unwilling to flee. He reached for one of the fallen knives, but his hands shook. The assassins regrouped. Four remained upright. The leader uttered something low and guttural—not wolf language, older. I recognized fragments of the sound. A rite. A vow of blood. One of them... the shortest, pulled from his sleeve a fluted vial. He smashed it against the floor. A screaming mist erupted from it, swirling like smoke alive, claws of vapor reaching, choking out the light.