Vampire Professor 소설 & 이야기

They chuckled as they called out to the professor. "Professor!" they called, and he peered over his glasses, sitting at his desk. "It seems like Helena has been swallowed by the toilet," the little devil said, and the class erupted in laughter. The professor corrected him, "First of all, Orleans, that's not why she's gone. And secondly, I hadn't noticed Miss Chantai's absence." He placed his index finger on his chin. "I'll go and..." "Professor Houston," the rector's agitated voice interrupted him, "come with me."

The blunt-nosed witch and her followers, the filth pouring out their mouths like green slime, their eyes gone, the empty sockets replaced with red flames, and it would all be directed at me. My phone just beeped, and I already know it’s the professor. I was right. It is the professor. He is inviting me to yet another therapy session since I would not talk to him. The poison will spread if you do not address it, Ms Steels. Those were his exact words. He he he. He writes so well. –--- Myra’s eyes widened as she looked up. Was there something between Valentina and Cal after all? The girl obviously had a crush on him.

“Are you sure this medication that I gave you didn’t cause hallucinations? You were drifting off...” “Don’t you dare even think about gaslighting me,” I interject. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” He chuckles uncomfortably. “Am I crazy for believing in the existence of werewolves?” “No,” he mumbles. “Are you a werewolf?” He nods slightly that it’s almost missable. “And who else?” “Liam, Professor Malino.” “Professor Malino?” I gasp. “Yes, then Lucy and Jeremy...” “Jeremy the vampire is a werewolf?” I let out a squeal to irritate him. “Is he a hybrid?”

he bellowed, slamming his hand on the desk so hard that his Harry Potter glasses slipped off his nose, hit the floor, and shattered. The entire class froze. Even the humans—blissfully ignorant of werewolves and their drama—could sense the tension. The professor was a new lecturer and was too focused on his work to mingle with the other lecturers so no one bothered to mention to him that the family that owned the University (Vanderwilson) had two children attending the this year and one of them took his classes.

It was almost laughable, if it wasn’t so stressful. “So, Ian…” Mr. Anderson said, his voice gruff as he turned his full attention back to me. “What do you do?” Ah, here it was—the million-dollar question. How exactly do you explain to someone that you’re both a college professor and a vampire king without sounding insane? The answer: you don’t. “I teach history,” I said smoothly, going with the simpler of my two titles. “At the university?” Mrs. Anderson asked, glancing at Sophia with surprise.

Mara opened her mouth to reply, but the door opened and everyone quieted down. The professor walked in, but his back was facing, so I didn't see his face at first. He had lean broad shoulders that filled out the white button-down sleeves rolled to his elbows. He had dark hair and a strong posture. A few girls whispered and giggled. Mara leaned over. “Damn, the new prof is fine.” I laughed under my breath. “You’re ridiculous.” Then he turned to face the class and my laugh died in my throat. Grey-blue eyes. The same angelic jaw. The same mouth that had been on me last night.

Caldaur asked coming to stand right in front of him He put his hands up using the chains as a prop to lord over caldaur who looked up “Yes” he said looking down at him “ that’s amazing seeing you this distraught makes me very happy” caldaur said He laughed hard making caldaur back away “brother I am not distraught I am not anything anymore which should make you very, very afraid” he said looking caldaur up and down “ because I plan to teach you just what a vampire without emotion can do, I suggest you kill me now while you have the chance because as of the last feelings I had it was complete and total anger towards you and I plan to take out said anger just on principle” he said

Having to stop him, I lunged forward and slammed myself in front of the door, blocking it with my entire body. “Stop.” Louis screeched to a halt. “Mila? What are you doing? Move! This is critical evidence!” “Do you have a death wish?” I lowered my voice, my face heavy with grief. “The Professor… is crying inside.” Vampires were pale by nature, but Louis somehow turned even whiter. He said, “You’re telling me the future werewolf king, who once ripped apart three lone werewolves with his bare hands, is crying? Are you insane, or am I hallucinating?”

"You must be our new student, Alex Wolfgang, I presume. You're quite the talk around here, I should say. Anyway, my name is Professor Lucas Drake, and I'll be with you in Supernaturalis." After introducing himself, he focuses back on the class. "Now, today we will be discussing our biology, starting with the most complicated: the Vampira. Born from the shadows of night, vampires have been greatly feared and respected. Vampires are known by their dangerously beautiful features. They use this to lure their prey, in other words, the humans. They contain large amounts of strength, speed, agility, and stamina."

It is terribly unfair. Another weird thing that I found after being mated to Atlas is that there are many vampires around us whom I was never aware of before. Now, I can easily identify them, and honestly, it is not that hard when you get subtle bows from random people around you. Apparently, it is not a secret in his world that he has found his soul.