Vampire Slice Of Life Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

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?"

“The jaguar people, last I heard, live quite far away from here. But they are a good species. They have temper issues, quite alright, but they don’t go around looking for people’s trouble. So, the dream you had would show that the vampires are already on the move, in colonizing them to their plans, through sinister methods. Mezon could be a real identity, or a figure head that illustrates what is happening. Also, it could be said that what had been in your room had been a sliver of the vampire…” “What is that?” Olivera questioned, starting to feel the horror chills again. “What do you mean by the sliver of a vampire?” Vee swallowed. “Sliver is like a part of a vampire, which can take any for

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.

Nor her long, perfectly white fangs, gleaming under the electric lights. “Y-you . . .” Pierce looks between us for several seconds, muttering something incoherent. And that’s when Vania decides to ruin my life and snap her teeth at him. I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. Pierce spins on his heels and sprints past my cubicle, running over a potted benjamin fig. “Vampyre! Vampyre—there’s a— A Vampyre is attacking us, someone call the Bureau, someone call the—”

Our animalistic side worked with us, supported us--while a Vampire's animalistic side controlled them, made them eternally bloodthirsty. As I dodged the smaller Vampire, I felt a silver blade graze my ankle. The pain was brief, and my wound healed fairly quickly. Little did they know, it would take more than a thin slice to bring me pain. I let out a dry laugh as I charged at the two Vampire's, feigning left and sinking my teeth into the female's throat. I tossed her body aside and watched as the larger Vampire screamed in outrage. His bloody teeth gnashed together, while his dark eyes burned murderously. I couldn't muster up a single ounce of guilt as I realized I had killed the Vampire's m

He lunges, the blade slicing through the air, aimed at my chest, just above my right breast. I recoil, anticipating the agony. The knife bites deep, and I wince my vision blurring. My blood spills, warm and crimson, sliding down my torso. Denzel's eyes gleam with sadistic pleasure. With a twisted grin, he slits open his own rotting hand, revealing festering flesh. He presses his wounded hand against mine, mingling our skin. I scream as my blood blends with his skin, feeling an eerie presence invade my body. It's as if dark entities are awakening within me.

I focus on the vampires, their bloodthirsty gazes fueling my determination. But then, a sharp pain pierces my side. A vampire managed to slip through my guard, its blade embedding deep into my stomach. I stagger back, gasping as blood gushes from the wound. My hand trembles as I wrap it around the hilt and yank the knife out, crying out in pain. The battlefield goes eerily silent.

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

Willow stared at him for awhile as he kept his eyes away. "Is there something I can do? Get you water or...?" Willow paused. She was throwing options out there, but Dante was no ordinary being. He is a Vampire. She had very little knowledge of the creatures, which was her fault for not being as prepared to possibly deal with them, but how would she have known she would be in the same room as one?