Vampire Daywalker Mga Nobela at Kwento

I asked. " Yeah. Some vampires are like drug addicts. And their drug of choice is blood. They don't kill because their hungry, they kill because they want to. Their addicted to it. They need to do it. Their the ones that you really need to watch out for. And then there are the typical ones who only kill when they are hungry. Some vampires even rip of blood banks so that they don't actually have to kill people. They just feed on their blood without killing or hurting anyone. Some feed on animals to survive. And then there's the day walkers." Ivy explained. " Day walkers? Vampires can walk in day light?" I asked.

Walker growled, “You’re testing me, you son of a bitch, and no one fucks with what is mine.” “Yours? Word has it she’s nothing to you, Walker. What’s a little poor bitch from Weeping Willow got going on with you? Nothing. You’ll be happy to see her go just like everyone else.” Walker’s eyes turned and two of the men standing guard next to him were easily taken down by his ability to fight dirty. Pulling a knife from his boot, Walker moved forward at his vampiric speed and cut a slash right down the middle of another Rager’s shirt—almost slicing him open.

"Interesting." Mikael intertwined his fingers with a grin. He looked at the photographic evidence scattered on his desk. It was his duty to maintain the existence of the vampire clan in this world. As the natural enemies of the werewolf race, they had to increase their strengths and reduce their weaknesses. Becoming a daywalker had been the vampire clan leader's dream even before his reign, 500 years ago. The previous vampire clan leader had always used Veela blood to walk during the day.

he told me proudly. I stared at my hands that have mass now. My brother’s body was no longer skinny. I looked at him smiling at me and that’s when a thought struck me. I knew the clan where he belongs to. Their blood was special, which made them unparalleled. Werewolves were very wary of them and even other vampires. My mother always told me who they were because they were dangerous. I had to avoid them, but now Gavin had shared his blood with me, which was a sin for their clan. I was supposed to be happy, but I couldn’t. What I learned just added to my worries. Gavin’s clan doesn’t know how to show mercy because if they see something wrong or that can damage their image, they would eliminat

She clutched at the front of his coat like she'd drown if she let go. "I wanted to come back. I only just woke up." Her voice broke. "I thought I'd never see you again." She raised her face. This close, I could see the red glow in her irises. She'd been turned. She was a vampire now. She told us how she'd fallen into the sea ten years ago, washed ashore unconscious, how a vampire had saved her — turned her. She'd been on the brink of death so long that the turning and the awakening had taken longer than usual.

Alpha Silas shouted as he swung his heavy steel blade to organize all flanks. Dante and I fought in perfect harmony within the center of the violent battle. A vampire dropped from the sky, bypassing the front line and landing directly in front of me. His pale hand extended toward me while he moved at a speed that no one could see. The Daywalker Amulet on my chest emitted intense brilliant heat when his crimson eyes met my violet ones. The vampire hissed his command to me to drop my weapon while he tried to invade my mind with his dark power. The magic encountered an unbreakable barrier which stopped all sunlight from entering. I maintained complete control over my mental faculties.

“Back up. What’s a Windwalker? And why does his blood help?” Elliot found his voice, but it was strained. “The Windwalker is… the counterpart to the Shadowalker. Created in the same abyssal forge by Lucifer. Where Shadowalker was a failed destroyer, the Windwalker was intended to be a perfect scourge—a being of pure, cleansing annihilation. He was made with a perfect, immortal body. His blood carries the primal energy of that creation. It could theoretically overwrite the vampiric curse.” “Great!” Bryan said, desperation making him loud. “So where is he? Let’s go get a cup of his blood!”

The rest washed away the blood, cleaned their weapons and slowly raised the flasks of moonshine, celebrating another victory of the united army of the undead. In the confusion reigning around, no one paid attention to the bright green glow of the circle that opened near the camp and the magician who stepped out of it. Allvin was one of the few who, possessing strength, also had the right to move within the camp, so that most knew him by sight and did not even get distracted from their studies. Smelling the flaps of his cloak, Allvin quickly rushed to the large tent, which from the side was no different from the same medical ones, except that a pair of guards - a werewolf and a vampire - were

That voice… It was just as familiar as the feeling his presence gave me, and it was one I knew all too well. Alpha Axel - My ex werewolf lover.

“It’d be a shame if anything were to happen to that young girl.” “That’s why I’m keeping an eye on her and bringing her here,” I explained. “If she’s left alone, she’d be an easy and probable target for these vampires. I can’t let that happen.” “You have feelings for her?” “She’s my student,” I said that a little too harshly, but Chief Mulligan didn’t flinch. He was used to my small outbursts. Maybe that’s why we got along so well. The Nightwalker police were human, but they were nearly indestructible. The only thing that seems to be able to kill them is old age.