Romans & histoires Vampire Canines

And everyone started screaming while the rain started to fall fallowed by lightning's while the surroundings suddenly turns dark. Waylan just stood up and watch what is happening. "What is happening!" everyone asked. And from that burned mountain you can see creatures running going towards humans. They are the vampires who live from the burning mountain. They attack humans out of anger. "No!" Waylan murmured when one vampire attacked her.

She'd attack me with her fangs and pointed nails and she wouldn't wait a second to drink my blood and he started the car. "Oh! Come on dad. It was your plan. You told me yesterday that you got bored of eating mum's cooked food.She already drinks your blood everyday by scaring you like an angry bird. Anyways, if she is a vampire then you are also the leader of your pack and your brave daughter is always with you." She gave a high-five to her dad. "Wait, wait. You said my brave daughter. Where is my brave daughter? " He asked and turned back to see.

She could practice fighting with her brother when he was free. She thought of going back. From afar she could sense three unknown vampires among her family. She increased her pace to reach the castle in time for dinner. When she opened the door to the dining room, she was very surprised to see three vampires staring at her. There was a woman who was of her mother's age and a girl who seemed older than her and beautiful and lastly a boy who seemed Kyson's age. He had blonde hair and sharp features and good-looking for his age. He seemed dangerous but Ingrid could not help but felt drawn towards him.

“Harlow, what did you just do to him?" Karina asked after seeing her brother in pain. "She just marked him," Will told them. He had a small smile on his face. Karina looked between Harlow and Gore, doubting that was what she just did. "I suggest that you get out of here," Will said to Courtney. “Vampires are much more possessive than wolves when it comes to their mate. Right now, with Harlow being in her first stage of immortality, she is very much aggressive and impulsive. Not to mention the lineage she's from. They love to see when people suffer and are in pain. She is no less just because we raised her." He explained.

Se sure they are not Vampires rather than Werewolves? -----------------

He ran his hands over his face roughly. Before he could give another order, a sudden screech echoed across the battlefield. A group of vampires approached. One was far larger and more monstrous than the others. Its eyes glowed an unnatural red, and its claws were curved like scythes. Two wolves were flung aside like rag dolls as the creatures charged forward. “Take that thing down!” Ryder growled, and the four of them charged at it at once.

It wasn't from our kind and instead it belonged to the vampires, a race of nocturnal evil doers who had all but terrorized the wolf kind over the past few months. They had started off as subtle, only doing their shady things in secret, but over the last couple of days, they had all but decided to throw caution to the wind and we're attacking weaker packs. The bad thing was not the fact that they attacked packs but the fact that they turned whatever pack or rogue camp they invaded into mindless zombie like cannibals that obeyed their commands to a fault. That had made them a force to reckon with and coupled with the accidental and parasitic effect the saliva and bite of a cannibal had, they b

“Says who? Ancient history?” “Common sense.” "So you guys are bound now?" she said staring at the mark "bound?" “Bound. Cosmic string. Fate. Whatever you wanna call it,” Cerys supplied. “It’s more common in Lycans than vampires. You guys imprint. We usually just flirt, fight, and move on.” “You have a vampire mate?” I asked, more curious than I wanted to sound. Cerys laughed. “Gods, no. But I’ve slept with Lycans. More than once.”

A warning. Footsteps, too light for deer. I stopped breathing. Then I turned. They were there. The same three. The rogue vampires. The woman stood in front, her perfect hair and sharp coat pristine despite the undergrowth. The shorter man flanked her left, hands in his pockets like this was a casual run-in. The tall one stood to her right, silent but alert, eyes locked on me like a predator sizing up prey. This time, none of them smiled. “You came back,” the woman said.

"I don't trust them, they want an alliance now because they're on the verge of extinction, but what about when they get back to being numerous? They'll come back for us. And I don't trust the werewolves or the vampires. Not to mention the Corde and his son." Mary closes her eyes tightly as she hears about the Corde. The Corde is the first vampire and the son of Hades. Pure-blooded vampires can live for up to five millennia, vampires for up to two millennia. Just like the course of life, the powers between the three classes are also like this. Mary is of the lowest class, but just as Occisor became the terror if his race. Using expert human-made weapons to kill vampires. "Mary, I do not trust