Vampire's Slice Of Life Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lena's POV I sat by the window in my bedchambers, staring out at the rolling hills of the palace. My neck still felt a little sensitive where Alistair had fed from me. It was strange how my life had shifted so quickly. A few weeks ago, I was just a girl in a city trying to survive my bullies and my parents’ emotional insensitivity. Now, I was the fated mate of a Vampire Lord, tied to him by blood and a destiny I still didn't fully understand.

I smiled and jumped forward. Swinging my swords, I attacked the vampire in front of me. He was quick but not as quick as Victor was. My blade caught the edge of his arm as he spun away. My thrusts and slashes came ferociously and I sliced toward him. Nasir was keeping the other vampire busy. The growls from the other warriors got closer as Bucho came back to help. With him leading, I watched as two feral wolves rammed into the group of warriors, foaming at the mouth.

The slim hope I had of those files even existing quickly disappeared. What have I done? "You know Khloe," He started, taking a slow step towards me, "I never really understood why vampires should have to drink blood from a glass when we have perfectly capable humans living in our presence." My breath hitched at the air around me started to feel thicker, making it more difficult to breathe. I stepped back as he took another step forward, my heart thundering in my chest. "It's always seemed like a lost cause to me you know? I mean why should we drink garbage when we could feel the rush of something alive every time?"

I snatched a toast from Cassie's plate before dashing out the house. "Bye" I said and rushed out the house. I lived amongst werewolves, which mean I stayed for from the human world. Obviously the human's had no idea we existed. They all think we are a myth or something. There was only two kind of people who knew about our existence, the vampires and witches, but we never got across to one another, we all just stayed within our boundaries , we don't meet them, they don't meet us.

The woman coughed up blood into her face, the look on that face priceless to her “now you and yours are ours” she said into that womans face The woman stared as a moan of pain made it passed the mouth full of blood “say it” she demanded “yours...” the woman said coughing up blood She took out the stake and used the tip to cut a line on her wrist offering it to the woman who had fallen on her knees. The woman spit out whatever was in her mouth then took her hand taking her wrist to her mouth and pulling her blood and her eyes closed at the ecstasy of the vampire feeding, which shouldn’t have happened , the woman hadn’t bit her. Either way she pulled that hair, the woman complied and her lips

"Behold, my minions! The time has come to assert our dominance over these feeble humans. Let their screams be the symphony of our triumph!" As the vampires descended upon the city, the residents, caught off guard, screamed and fled in terror. Panic rippled through the streets, blending with the distant wails of sirens and the ominous cackles of the undead. Vic, reveling in the chaos, surveyed the unfolding scene with a sinister satisfaction. One resident, a middle-aged woman named Emma, gasped as she witnessed the vampire onslaught. "Oh my God, what's happening? Vampires in broad daylight? This can't be real!"

She slipped past the invisible barrier. Emily gasped, trying to turn, but the vampire was already there. Cold, dead fingers gripped her arm. "Found you," the vampire whispered in her ear. SLASH. Talons raked down Emily’s forearm. It wasn't a deep cut, but it was agonizing. It felt like ice water had been injected into her veins. Emily cried out, clutching her arm. Blood—bright, hot, human blood—spilled onto the snow. The scent hit the vampires like a drug. They groaned, their eyes glazing over with lust.

The vampires made a growling sound, releasing their razor-sharp fangs, and dashed towards him like a pair of snakes. He would not die by their hands. Besides, he was far stronger. Silver swiped his hand as fast as he could. A long and thin diagonal blade of water shot out of his hand. The trick was to make it dense and as thin as possible. The blade moved incredibly fast. The blade sliced vampires in half before they knew what hit them. Both of them dropped like a shack of meat, blood and insides spilling out of them. I… I just killed them.

I twist two of their necks, slicing them with deep cuts as well, leaving them immobile and for Matt to tear apart because that is the only way to kill these scums. The third one is trying to bite my neck as if he will survive after getting a taste of my blood. I would have let him die in misery but my beast wants to spill blood, make people suffer at his hands. So, I grab his head and push him back on the ground, and just when he gets up I slash his throat and chest. I look at the fight around Giovanni and Luke are surrounded by three of the vampires, and Set and Draco are managing about five of them between the two of them with two bodies piled up next to them.

I used magic, and now none of them could speak at all. I kept barking orders to the newbies. I’m planning to have them suffer for a couple of hours. So far, Vladimir has three knives stuck on his leg, and Count Vlad has four. It’s been enjoyable. Honestly, I’ve been laughing every time I see the knives miss near their balls. I didn’t even expect vampires could look paler than they already looked. …