Vampire Dust Oblivion Novels & Stories

Several of my men dropped to their knees, clutching their bleeding ears. Simultaneously, pressure valves hissed along the courtyard walls. Thick clouds of pale green gas sprayed into the damp air. *Vaporized wolfsbane mixed with silver dust.* Breathing in the toxic cloud, my lungs burned as if I had inhaled liquid fire. The silver dust settled onto my exposed skin, searing my flesh and neutralizing my rapid healing factor. Ryan designed a kill-box specifically tailored to cripple dominant Lycans. Southern guards opened fire. Bullets tore through the green smoke.

His grip whipped the sled to the left, making it careen down into the ditch we were trying to steer past. “Trey!!!” I listened on in horror as he quickly disappeared from view, his screams being the only thing following me down and away, the commotion waking two zombies down near the bottom of the ditch. No! NO! No! Please! Trey!! I was still tense and frozen in place as the moment Trey was yanked away replayed in slow motion over and over...

This someone has been forgetten back then, this someone destroyed me before. But today, he will dominate me again, hunt me and become his obsession this time. In Vlaze Kingdom, I am the Vampire's Obsession. NOTE: This story is a work of fiction. Names, Places, Incidents are only imagination of Author. Any resemble real names, places, co-events and locals are just coincidental. Thank you! God bless! Ps: plagiarism is a crime

David Winston was the first Vampire king who won ten kingdoms after defeating the Dragon king Marcus III and the werewolf king Pyrus, the blood hunter. Elsa read a lot about their journey when she came across a picture that had written about a night creature's consummation. It was such an awful picture. Elsa averted her eyes and slid her fingers to the other page because she didn't want to read it, and the little knowledge her maids gave was enough to understand what was on this page. “Don't,” a cold voice whispered and made Elsa jerk up in the seat with a scream, “O My god! “Shh! Your husband,” Gabriel laugh near her ears and held her in place.

Chapter 48 Silver Eclipse The wind screaming across the Obsidian plateau tasted of crushed pine and raw, synthetic ozone. Laila stood at the apex of the cliff, the silver blade in her hand vibrating so intensely that it hummed against the bones of her wrist. Below her, the mist of the Dead Zone parted like torn silk, revealing the nightmare Davis Brooke had dragged up from the dark.

I felt his chest press against my back, his heart a frantic, heavy thud. "What is it?" I breathed. "Drone," he hissed. I looked up. High above the mist, a single red light was blinking—a slow, mechanical eye tracking a grid pattern over the cemetery. It was a Vesper eye. If we stepped out from under the stone overhang, the scrambler would hide our biometrics, but it wouldn't hide the physical ripple in the mist.

"You made the world the Author. And the world... they wanted me to be your Eternal Nemesis." ​Julian pointed the black glass sword at Nora. ​"Welcome to the Davis Crusade. I've been given a 'Buff' by three billion subscribers. And this time... there is no 'Exit' button. Only a Final Level." ​The Amber-Eyed Girl began to play her flute—a haunting, screeching melody that summoned a legion of Shadow-Vanes from the black ash.

The tree ignored her question, granting her wish, “If you want to resurrect Ray Devlin from the dead, you must find his remains where it was buried by his murderer. You must take the ashes to the river of life, Im sure you know where it is, beyond the blue mountains in the north; the only river that remains warm and unfrozen in the coldest part of the earth, there you will revive the body through your dark magic. Of course, you know that the soul will not be able to return to the body, Ray Devlin will be like an empty vase in your hand, with no mind of his own, perfect for you to control. Sabrina began to ready her wings, thank you o knowledgeable one, I will never forget your help, if truly

Red flag number one, now to confirm my suspicion. "Pixie dust, and just a right amount of wolfsbane works like magic y'know? Especially on Low level vamps and Lycan omegas. For the vamps, it sucks out the little magic they have streaming in their veins, and make them basically-" I lean closer to him, "It makes them walking deads."

Who was crying, her hands were dripping blood and there was a man beside her who was holding her not to fall to the ground. "Evangeline!" Abu whispered and a member of angels cane down the skies and he saw Kram. "Archangel," he said in a soft voice as he faced him. Kram glanced at him and he saw Kram's face filled with sorrow. "We're too late! They already multiply," he said and Abu felt a pang in his heart as he watched Evangeline who was trying hard to stop his son who became obsessed with power and in wanting to rule the world. He saw Evangeline running towards her son who was fighting with his father at the top of a rooftop of a huge building, but then another vampire came in front of he