Vampire Dust Oblivion Novels & Stories

or it? "I won't ask you again, Vamp. What. Are. You. Doing. Here?!" I couldn't believe such loud words were coming out of such a tiny body. My ears were bleeding, literally. I wiped the blood off shakily and looked up. He was in the sky somewhere.

While Chief searches underground, the junior roams around the outer of the greenhouse for the vampire. Then after some minutes, the chief got to the last place and opened the door to check and found out that the vampire was none other than one of the boys, he and junior talked in the evening. He is the quiet one and looks at them so silent also the person he took here and tried to kill by drinking blood is that vampire’s friend who spoke with the chief so bravely. After finding out, soon the chief started to shoot right straight at the vampire but its speed is so impressive that even it can able to dodge bullets so fine than escape so hard.

I duck one hit, take another to the shoulder that sends pain exploding through my arm and back, and still manage to drive my fist into someone's jaw hard enough to snap his head back. But they don't stop. They don't hesitate. And I'm already slowing. A hit lands. Then another. And another. I don't even know where the hits are coming from anymore. My vision blurs for half a second. Stars forming in my eyes and blood dripping off of my face. "Enough—" Draven's voice cuts through, but no one stops. Of course they don't. Why would they? I take another hit, this one sending me hard into the dirt again, breath leaving my lungs in a sharp, painful rush.

Stuard shouted to his remaining kin. Several vampires dissolved into black mist, carrying their wounded comrades with them; Stuard vanished alongside them. Arthur and his squad gave chase. The black mist surged toward the exit, right past Bob and Tom. Remembering Drex’s tactic, Tom swiftly popped the cap off his sprayer and doused the mist with the garlic solution. A direct hit! A vampire tumbled out of the fog, left behind by the group. "Apprehend him!" Arthur commanded. Instantly, one of the burly special ops officers pinned the vampire, binding him with a yellow rope laced with anti-vampire talismans, rendering him completely paralyzed.

"I gave the instruction, and I paid for it. It was my decision alone." The room was completely quiet. "I used the Dust of Oblivion on Alpha Voss," she continued. "Taren's father. I introduced it into his food over the course of 4 months. I wanted him weak enough that I could control the decisions at the top of the pack." She stopped. "I am telling this to every pack currently watching. This is the truth. All of it." Something moved inside me when she said it.

It crouched, the muscles in its haunches bunching for a lethal pounce. "No!" I hissed. The Soul Erosion flared, a cold fire lancing through my veins. I didn't care about the Author's warnings. I didn't care about the script. I reached into the void of my moon magic, pulling from the dark, cold center of the Duskbane lineage. "Summon: Mors Aeterna!" The cobblestones groaned. A fissure of pure, obsidian shadow ripped open beneath my feet. I plunged my hand into the dark, grasping a handle of frozen starlight and bone.

"Valkyrie Two and Three, deploy Silvermist protocol. Blanket the target area." The other two drones swooped low over the ocean, their wings angling with impossible grace. They released a fine, shimmering mist from their dispersal pods, a glittering cloud that descended upon the churning water. The "Silvermist" was one of Katherine's more elegant and brutal inventions: an aerosolized silver nitrate compound, molecularly bound to a clinging agent. Harmless to humans, but agonizingly, flesh-meltingly corrosive to most supernatural creatures, especially werewolves and the magically summoned beasts they controlled.

"Subject: Elena 1.0 has assumed root directory access to the 'Sovereign' baseline. Initializing deletion of the temporary containers." Dante let out a roar, lunging for the main power cables at the foot of the bed. But before his iron fingers could touch the rubber casing, a wave of "Obsidian-Violet" frequency erupted from the old woman’s skin, hitting his chest with the force of a high-speed locomotive. He went flying backward, his massive frame smashing through the triple-glazed glass window, tumbling out onto the snow-covered ledge of the mountain five hundred feet above the lake. "Dante!" I screamed, my feet freezing to the floor as the deletion code hit my nervous system.

No, Baba, please, Baba, don't do this to me, I am your daughter too, please, Baba. ****** Name of King Elam in Vampire Word ... People trembled with fear because of the headlines in his eyes all the time, which made him even more frightening. His silence was mysterious. Everything was done at his beck and call. People were amazed at his appearance. He was unparalleled in beauty. Girls were just toys for him. She was a very beautiful and delicate girl. She was barely seventeen years old. Her resistance had given him a strange relief. He called the guard inside through the intercom. Who was now waiting for the order with his head bowed?