Vampire Cleaner の小説・ストーリー

So he nodded. “I will wait until your return,” he said. “I have a gift for you,” she said softly, just as hell broke loose in the entrance of his mansion. The yell of one of his vampires was heard as a woosh of brightness entered the pool room, three of his people turning to ash in seconds as a silver stake streaked through the air. “Mavery, you lied!!” came the yell of a woman in all black as she rushed forward, as another of his vampires trying to stop her entrance went down.

He reached in, uncorked the jar, and released the insects onto the stone floor. He watched them scatter with efficiency that filled him with genuine pride. Each found its target: bodies, ash, bloodstains, fragments of broken swords. On contact, the magical fire ignited—small blue flames that produced no smoke, no heat, but reduced matter to ash in seconds. The fallen vampires disintegrated. Blood evaporated. Weapon fragments melted into metallic puddles absorbed by the stone. In less than a minute, the gallery was clean. Not pristine—centuries of dust couldn’t be erased—but free of any trace of the battle.

It was filled with finely ground silver, a potent weapon against vampires. The vampire, enraged by her failed attack, charged again. This time, Cassie stood her ground, waiting for the perfect moment. As the vampire got close, she blew a puff of the silver dust directly into its face. "FUCK!" The vampire hissed in pain and surprise, its eyes stinging and momentarily blinded. Cassie didn't hesitate. She delivered a sharp, powerful blow to it's throat, disorienting it further. Then, with a quick, practiced motion, she plunged Lorenzo's silver knife deep into its heart. The vampire’s body went limp, crumbling into dust and ash.

Maybe thinking about the right words to say. “ No, he didn’t got a bite though. He’s real vampire which mean he doesn’t a bite from vampire. He turn into the vampire itself when he turn into 18 years old. Real vampire and bite vampire is different. Real vampire has it special abilities, ” Harley explain everything carefully. Hope it doesn’t drive Adryan crazy. “ So you’re saying that I will turn into vampire once I turn 18 years old and I will have special abilities? Like what? I can fly? Breath forever underwater? Or sleep underground for the entire life?, ” Adryan clearly seem did not believe it.

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.

“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.

Blood rushed to his veins causing them to darken. Syvan opened his mouth, releasing his fangs. His pupils transformed to a deep shade of red almost crimson. He curled his tongue back baring his teeth at the witches and werewolves in the room. He growled at them. The sound of his growl awakened Daylen from slumber. His body fighting the poison in his system to respond to Syvan's call. "If you wanna go after a vampire. Make sure he isn't pure blood," Syvan advised. Using the energy from the blood he had before going to sleep. Syvan was able to mask his presence and become invisible.

he called him. He avoided the girl's staring by making a noise and calling him. He brushed his hair as his hobby. "I'm sorry, where was I?" he smiled awkwardly. "Oh, yes, I remember. I'm explaining the game." "One person is secretly assigned the killer role for each round of play, perhaps by giving each player a playing card that indicates if they are the murderer. The murderer murders other players by winking at them, just like in the prior iterations. If a player is winked at, they have to count aloud to five, act as though they just passed out, and then either leave the playing area or lie on the ground where they died."

he said. “I guess I’ll see you in four days then,” I said to him. “Oh and you might want to stock up on some Silver-leaf Nightshade,” he said as he stood up with his laptop already back in the bag. “Why?” I asked him. “It’s the only thing that kills a vampire without you having to chop off their heads or rip their hearts out,” he said with a small smile. “I’ll keep that in mind,” I said to him. “I have a good feeling about you Lucas Grey,” he said and we shook hands.

Christian built up on that, “Inert, meaning that it needs a trigger to be activated. Heat, water, chemicals.” Greg started eliminating possibilities from there, “It won’t be chemicals. That’d be way too complicated. The trigger would be something simple, something that any vampire would touch or use by reflex, something…” POP! The bulbs on all the lamps exploded and the chemicals within filled the space. Agonizing shrieks of vampires were deafening everyone in the hideout. Lucianne didn’t think twice before she carried Pellethia and dashed out, and Xandar did the same for Octavia.