Novel & Cerita Vampire Slice Of Life

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. …

I almost felt bad that the knife I kept under my pillow was of little use. Even as I read through the pages, I couldn't find anything about vampires being psychic. Apart from having incredible strength, speed, and immortality, they seemed just like any other person. Well, except that they disliked sunlight—but even that was something they were adapting to. I closed the book and put it away. my stomach grumbled slightly, reminding me that I haven't eaten, but I didn't want to go downstairs either, in fear that I would run into Silas. I lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Eventually, I grew drowsy and then fell asleep.

I gave him as much as I got, waiting for the perfect moment. Soon I heard the sound of the rotor as the copter came into view. Vincys. It distracted the vampire and then I saw Vincys shooting his pistol, and I was soon to reach the vampire. I pushed my hand against his chest, my energy rippling along my skin, and he screamed as I pushed the dagger in to his chest. His sound of agony filled the wood, before he fell to the ground and the wolves waiting for them at the ground howled and leaped at him, tearing him into pieces in a matter of second. Soon, he was nothing but a bloody mess.

The feeling of the blade cutting through its bone reverberated through my hand before its head fell off. A few hours ago, I was consoling Dayton for his loss. And now, I was fighting vampires. This was the most exciting day of my life. The battlefield was a mess. The air was filled with screams, snarls from the vampires, and the clash of metal filled the air. My silver blade dripped with vampire blood, each swing making my heart pound harder. This fight was mine. Every kill proved I belonged here. A vampire charged me, fangs out, eyes glowing like fire. I raised my blade, ready to cut it down, but Rohan moved faster. His sword flashed, and the vampire’s head rolled across the dirt.

I noticed a small couch in a corner and took a seat on it. "Do you always watch me every night?" She suddenly asked me breaking the silence. "Since you got attacked," I confirmed and she nodded. "You're quite calm for someone who just learned that completely fictional characters actually exist," I pointed out. I've noticed ever since I told her that I was a vampire she kept a calm expression as if she's been told the exact same thing her whole life. "I really don't know either. I just feel this weird sense of belonging." That's probably the effect of the sacred book on her. She's the chosen one so she'd naturally feel attached to our species without even knowing.

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

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

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.

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.”

But she hasn’t been drained—her neck’s been snapped. This isn’t a feeding assault on a remote farmhouse—it’s an assassination. From upstairs, Jenny rains throwing stars into the lunging, insectile vampires, but she’s limited by their proximity to Sylvia. Swinging my urumi in rapid circles, I cut into the outer layers of bloodsuckers, but as fast as the thin steel blades flay out pieces of undead flesh leaving dark magic flames to consume them, new vampires are porting in, all of them hellbent on getting to Sylvia.