Vampire's Slice Of Life Mga Nobela at Kwento

His body doesn’t expect the opposition and rocks forward, continuing its forward momentum as his hands slip from the hilt and slide down the dangerously sharp blade, slicing two of his fingers clean off. The vampire’s scream is as horrendous to his minions as it is satisfying to the wolves around me. “Motherfucker! My hands! My fucking hands!” He continues to scream as he buckles over and clutches his damaged hand, trying to stem the generous flow of blood. It should begin healing by now, but for some reason, it isn’t.

UNKNOWN POV I am washing my face and having a drink from a lake when I get the strong feeling I'm being watched as I turn I see a vampire coming straight at me, I snear knowing I'm not your average wolf, and I can easily take him. As he gets to me I grab him and throw him into the water, my flight or fight response is surprising me as it usually tells me not to fight but not this time. The vampire comes for me again and I let Kylo take control shifting into my wolf. Kylo snaps at him, missing him by centimetres as he hits Kylo in the side "he's not a regular vampire Ky he has no scent be careful" I tell him as he lunges for the vampire again, suddenly a knife comes seemingly out of nowhere a

I also somehow found a way to read it in my previous life without him noticing. Short to long, the book states some of the most important aspects of vampires' lives. Vampires are immortal night creatures that feed on human blood. Since forever, vampires were known for subducting and then hypnotizing their human victims before feeding on their blood. They can consume human's normal food, but still, they need blood to feed on. They have superpowers and high speed, high senses that allow them to see, hear, smell, and taste better than any other normal human being.

Danrious took his hand away from my mouth. "Help," was the only thing I could say, but he just fixed his glasses and grasped my hand. "Don't worry, you won't end up like them," Sir Daryl assured. I'm unsure what he means, but I fear them now. He licked my wrist, then sank his fangs into it without warning. I winced at the agony but didn't have the strength to fight it. They're not humans; they're bloodthirsty vampires. A tear fell from my eye, and I gazed up, seeing the plain ceiling and closing my eyes.

But the sight of that bloody meat made my mouth water. Paul sliced a thin sliver and ran it through the bloody meat juices on the plate. He held the slice up to my mouth and offered it to me. I remembered the last time I'd eaten as a Vampire. I'd puked my guts up. It hadn't been pretty. One lone drop of meat juice fell, and with lightning speed I caught it on the tip of my finger. I sucked it off, and my mouth flooded with saliva. "Mmm." Paul held the meat above my head.

She only but smiles and joins me by my side… And in one… two… three… CRASH We go head-on into the group of Bloodlusters… With my hand snapping from left to right through the air, I slice at the bodies of the Vampires. Stabbing not once but twice, jabbing into their chest, cracking through bone, and driving with force until they all, one by one, go up into a smoke of dust. Stepping each foot ahead of the other, we make our way into the group that is now starting to grow… Dicing and slicing… Pumping and pushing… Driving and slamming… Over and over as our feet take us…

he said with just a touch of ire. I looked up and drilled him with my eyes. “I’m wearing my sword,” I said in a soft, deadly voice. “If you badmouth my father, I will use it.” “My apologies,” he said. His ire turned into an infuriating grin. I was unsure why it seemed he seldom smiled. “So, what is vampire life like?” I asked offhandedly. The grin stayed in place. “You know…” He waved nonchalantly, the lace of his sleeve giving the move a worldly flavor. “We sacrifice a few virgins. If that isn’t enough, we slay some puppies but nothing too taxing.”

he added, the sweetest smile on his face. But Cyrille was taken aback when the man’s fangs protruded from his mouth, as if in a vampire film, and she became even more terrified. “Now, let me taste you once more, my love...” Cyrille awoke sweating profusely, trying to catch her breath. She can’t believe what she’s been dreaming about. She enjoys everything about vampires, but that was the only time she was scared. “Wait, what was that? Why did I have such a random dream?” She kept asking herself, unable to believe what had happened to her. She felt as if she were in a bureaucratic nightmare that she would never be able to escape, no matter how way too obsessed she is with vampires.

(Harper’s POV) The angel blade glowed as I reached for it. I pulled it from the hilt on my thigh and spun, slicing the now fully lit up blade through the two vamps that were closing in on me. They barely had time to recognise that their time was up before the light left their eyes and their demon blood burnt them up from the inside.

She knew she was getting closer to her target, a rogue vampire who had been terrorizing the town for weeks. Suddenly, a figure darted out from behind a building, moving so fast that it was just a blur. Helena reacted on instinct, whipping out her silver blade and charging towards the vampire. The two engaged in a fierce battle, their movements too quick for the human eye to follow. Helena felt the cold, dead fingers of the vampire closing around her throat, squeezing tighter and tighter until she could feel the life being choked out of her. With a fierce determination, she managed to break free, delivering a swift kick to the vampire's chest that sent him hurtling backwards. She stood over t