Romans & histoires Vampire Dust Oblivion

Thick red clouds of dust filled the air as nearly 500 bikes rode out of the gates to the Orc Fortress. Half were heading west and the other half heading north. Gin lead the north company while Fredrick lead the west. Boman was serving as Fredrick's deputy and Niko was gin's. Their first victim would be a tribe of Red foxes. These were a unique energy beast that had tails made of fire, they would use their flame tails as weapons to cast spells. Xasha wanted babies from this tribe so he could raise and study them himself. He wanted to get inspiration from how they used their tails to make better mana weapons.

AVA'S POV “For a queen you are, you're getting a bit too comfortable with these humans,” Rowan whispered, his breath tickling my skin and his voice husky and laced with a hint of warning. My gaze narrowed, eyes flashing red with a hint of danger as I took in his words. “And what makes you think so, my love?” I purred, my voice dripping with sweetness as my fingers trailed his bare chest down below to his hard member. Of course we were lying naked in all our glory, skin flawless yet had a pale color to it, and this was absolutely normal being vampires.

Tony cleaned up and left shortly thereafter. Since I was going to a Council meeting I showered again. Vampires were notorious for smelling sex on you and then telling you about it. I dressed in red. The Council had no sense of style so I liked to show them a thing or two. I wore a red, sleeveless turtleneck and red pants that were super tight over my ass and thighs but flared out gradually at the knees until they showed only the tip of a red snakeskin shoes. A red duster completed the ensemble. I wore a gold watch encrusted with rubies and two of my favorite rings.

“I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.” Gray nods and offers Bo a wide grin. “Maybe. They’ll be a hell of a lot better than us if they do.” We all know the truth though. Lycanthropy is a curse. There is no way to control it. Not on the full moon. “Come,” Bo says, knocking me out of the dooming thought of our near future. He puts a hand on my back, lightly guiding me to start walking. “Alazaer is down by twin hills, waiting for the others to come back,” he tells us.

Alessandro's Pov: I barged into the house, gripping the stair railing like it was the only thing keeping me tethered to my sanity. The stench of her blood still lingered in the air, invading my senses like a poison. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push it away, trying to regain some semblance of control. My vision flickered red, the hunger clawing at me like an animal, demanding satisfaction. Stumbling into the kitchen, I yanked open the fridge, ripping open a blood bag, and shoved it to my mouth like it was the only thing keeping me from losing myself completely. I leaned back against the counter, savoring the cool relief as it flowed through me.

It was her best guess. His eyebrow lifted. “Rationality isn’t their strongest trait, considering what they did to us. Someone created a drug not listed in the FDA database. Mercile is the only enemy we have with the resources to manufacture a drug targeted to harm Species and the attack happened at the same time mercenaries paid by a Mercile associate attempted to recapture the female.”

I catch my mom shaking her head after us, in no way stopping us or helping us get out, as we drop smelly dust clouds with every movement. My stupid ass self climbing that mountain to find my sister and ending up falling beside her. Thankfully, her soft body broke my fall on a ledge not far from the opening where she was trying to climb out. Or else I would have been broken, mangled, AND wearing dead vamp dust. Ewww. “Maybe think about that the next time you have an urge to jump into a bottomless hole where we massacred hundreds of them. Imagine what’s in that dust…. given they lived on the blood of rodents and whatever dead animals they could find. Can't be good for your skin at all.”

Nova moved beside me, sharp, precise, fearless. Rylan’s amber eyes met mine, calculating, cruel, determined. The fight was far from over. The forest was alive with danger, strategy, and tension. And in that moment, one truth was clear: we were ready, but the battle had only just begun. I pressed my claws into the moss, amber eyes scanning, chest tight with adrenaline. The forest trembled with anticipation. Rylan’s influence lingered, shadows shifting, danger unseen but palpable. Nova’s green eyes met mine, sharp and fearless. And in that moment, I knew—the clash was far from over, and the next strike could change everything.

Everyone did. I hadn’t heard anyone say anything, yet all the vampires had instinctively known to freeze. I didn’t know why… until I heard the sound of steady footsteps approaching. They were coming from the direction of the stage. I turned my head, watching blearily as a figure dressed in all black approached. The vampires around me faced the stranger and lowered their heads in reverence. Nearby, Sophia pushed Lucy forward. “Vampire Duke Damien,” Sophia said. “This is the tribute you asked for.”

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.