Vampire Survivors Blue Reaper の小説・ストーリー

A newborn vampire had a hard time resisting any scent of blood. "One time, a newborn vampire in the encampment attacked her and drank her blood. He died about two days later." "So, she's a werewolf." The Alpha reviewed all the files and saw a list of covert operations conducted on many encampments. The main remark of each operation was a redheaded girl with electric-blue eyes known as the VIP. Each description matched Mira Red. He kept checking from one page to another. There were twenty-five pages of a long list of the people who died in her hands. Each page contained fifty names, and to think about it. That was a long list of killings for a lone rogue.

"Do you know them?" Dante asked Dae in an emotionless tone reading papers of business. "No, I don't. " Dae answered. "The big man came to get the little one and they wanted to give me some...companion." "Fine. Do you like it, the companion?" "..." Without having an answer, Dante didn't ask more and continued to mind his own business. The little Dae looked out the window counting the raindrops. It seemed that he was enjoying more the silence.

They were different in that the one had blue eyes and dark brown hair and the other had dark brown eyes and lighter brown hair, but their facial features were exactly the same, freakishly so. All of Haydon's friends were quite friendly and not what I expected, and they also didn't really care that I was a Hunter. They actually contrasted a lot to Haydon who I had discovered was the mysterious, brooding leader of the group. In fact, I found myself taking a strange liking to them. Maybe it was because I hadn't really been exposed to enough. I mean the only vampires I knew were our school vegetarians who looked too dead and drained most of the time for me to actually even acknowledge that they

The mysterious lights continuously affected Harvey even though he tried to roll to avoid them and even though Aurora was trying to use her body to shield him in front. However, she was too small, and had no clone technique, and the hunters appeared from more than one side. It seemed like they had already set up an ambush here. As fast as the wind, the hunters used ropes with iron hooks to throw them onto tree branches and rushed closer to their prey. The night is dark and the trees are dense, but it seems that these things cannot hinder them because they have skills that have been trained over many years. Soon, Aurora and Harvey were surrounded in the middle, he struggled to drag her from tr

Like hoppy. The girl wheezed, tried to crawl away, but the bonds held tightly, and her back rested against a tree trunk. Only a few steps separated the victim from the undead. The stench emanating from the Walker became unbearable. The ugly face of a ghoul with traces of earth on rotting skin was distorted by greed. Blue lips stretched out, revealing strong teeth. Someone's husband or father will bite her to death. Someone who loved, suffered, lived, but died and... was reborn into this .

Please let my sister go she cried Don't you dare say that again cause he can't do me anything Crystal said to Karen No stop it Crystal let's beg him to free us, I can't allow anything happen to you Karen cried Crystal, what a beautiful name that fits the owner Lamia exclaimed Little girl stop crying, I won't hurt your sister I promise Lamia told Karen and she believed him and stand to her feet and smiled at Lamia Lamia loosen his hold on Crystal and she dragged her hand and gave Lamia a bad look You should not try that next time cause it's dangerous beauty, you smell human but always lie about being a vampire I smell human? Crystal asked and fear gripped her

His face was unreadable, but the tension in his jaw betrayed him. “You… you must be mistaken,” he whispered, his voice low, almost cold. I raised a brow at him. “Do I look like I’m mistaken? My father is never wrong either.” My eyes met his, fierce and unwavering. Damon exhaled slowly, the anger and worry in his chest visible in the way his shoulders stiffened. “Avery, the blood reapers…They are ruthless,” he said finally, voice low, almost a growl. “Cold-blooded. They don’t care who gets hurt… or how much chaos they cause. Some of the rogues my uncle sent to the pack to get me distracted… they were from the Blood Reapers. They used… some kind of elixir to strengthen themselves. Makes them a

“Just tell me who else was helping you, and the pain will stop.” “I al-al-ready told you,” Bertha mutters. “No one else. Just Brenda and me.” “It’s a shame I don’t believe you,” Kris says, pushing down on the lever. The wheel begins to move, and Bertha screams in pain. I’m standing about ten feet away, and I can see fresh blood staining her uniform on all four joints. Vampires do bleed, particularly if we’ve eaten recently. We are more like humans and shifters than most other species recognize.

He is like the original vampires in that regard. “Any reason you are showing yourself now?” Gezer asks. “Rather than escaping us?” “You used a tracker, didn’t you? So, there’s no use running.” “So, you appeared to destroy the magic sensor?” As he approaches, I can see that his eyes are bright blue. He is wearing a faint smile on his lips. Then his focus transfers to Inanna. “Inanna! The other abused vampire! I’m guessing you are doing well?” I stare at him, but there is something about his blue eyes that is making me uneasy. They are soft and gentle, like an innocent child’s eyes, even if I know that he is nothing like that.

The reaper shut down its forcefield opening its hatching resting in its back to fire explosive probs at them. “God I hate these things,” Lisa gru and firing at grunted. Lisa ignited herself with pink flames, talking off the probes one by one. Will Lisa kept herself busy, a second reaper spider smashed through the other side of the cavern, right behind the civilians. “You gotta be kidding me,” frightstar complained. Frightstar charged his body with his red orange telekinic auroa and jetted at the spider. The reaper expelled a blue plasma beam directed at the crowed while frightstar swooped toward the beam, talking the full hit of the blast.