Vampire Survivors Doppelganger Novels & Stories

Chapter 19: Third Eye She was shivering in fear. “But I am Hayden,” said the doppelgänger. Cory shook her head furiously. The Hayden lookalike chuckled, his voice getting steadily deeper and deeper. His eyes grew dark and wild. Cory figured if the doppelgänger reprised any of the real Hayden’s strength or speed she would have no chance but she ran anyway. She scrambled across gnarled roots and craggy rocks. The landscape seemed specially designed to make stumbling easy. She tripped and rolled and was quickly on her feet again, hurtling through the trees. She knew she needed to fight. She could not simply flee indefinitely. She glanced back at the doppelgänger and she immediately wished that

Damien was a face that was very familiar to the royal side, but the woman next to him was someone no one in the kingdom had ever seen. And as soon as Damien and Ginny stepped into the main hall of the kingdom, the eyes of all those present were unstoppable. All eyes were on Damien and Ginny. "So the traitor has finally arrived," said Leonte Aur Vigoldi, one of the remaining nine noble class vampires, including Daniel. Leonte is a noble class vampire who has dominion in San Francisco. His ability is to make body clones. Even though it looked like a rather troublesome ability to deal with, but of course Damien would easily defeat him, no matter how many times Leonte cloned his body.

“Ah, now we’ll see Zheira’s awakening. Watch closely, Vladimir! The woman you fantasized would be the one to end your miserable life.” “You think this is the—the last of us?” Eleanor shrieked. “You’re mistaken.” It was then that they’ve heard loud footsteps coming from somewhere, but above all those noises were Louise’s voice constantly saying, “They’re over here. They’re over here.” “Who are they?” Xavier spat. “The opposing team you’re trying to beat.” “You mean—” His body turned rigid when he saw them. From beyond the horizon, blue-armored vampires were marching. In front of them was a man with a face resembling a lion and Xavier himself, wearing the same golden armor as his.

Ichiro and his team put down the ninth. “I have eyes on one of the hybrids in Block A. Does anyone have eyes on the others?” “We have two of them on the second floor.” This response could only have come from a vampire. Though Ava had created a link, it would not work through intercoms. “I would come over and help, but we have our hands full over here. These differ from the ones we fought on the Mountain,” Garrick said from Block B.

But Dorrien and Romaine were so astonished that they could not even yield a step forward. She watched Cyrill sprinted to the top of the stairs and heard Rozelyn’s muffled scream and cry. Dorrien was about to follow but she halted him. “No. Let them be.” His face was unbelievable.. “You’re gonna get them killed!” “Rozelyn is a Thaumaturge vampire and Cyrill is a Pasiphae werewolf. They both will live to whatever quarrel was between them.” Dorrien managed to let go from her grip. “That’s exactly the point. They are both immortal creatures and that’s gonna get them killed.”

But when the cobra attacks her someone pulls her away avoiding the cobra. She looks at the one who is holding her and she finds out that it was Vlahdy nor Zeal. And when the cobra tries to attack them again. Vlahdy suddenly turns into a vampire form and kills the cobra in just a second. Waylan keeps looking at Zeal in vampire form and in just a second he turns again into a human. Waylan let her tears fall as he got near Zeal and hugged her right. "I'm right, I know from the first sight meeting you at the bookstore that you are Zeal," cried Waylan.

William’s eyes snapped open and the cave started to rumble as the cracks underneath them slowly started to widen. “Don’t worry, we only need some of your blood... I’ll make sure you are rewarded for this great service.” He states as he raises up his dagger; ready to cut through Dimitri’s palm. Dimitri’s breathing seized in fear as she watched everything like a spectator unable to do anything; moving her body seemed like the toughest task at the very moment. This wasn't how she envisioned her second chance in life to be.

“Wha' wrog?” “They found another body,” She said, “Under the bridge. Same place as the last one. They said the body had all its blood drained out.” “Just like the last ones.” I shivered. She turned to me, eyebrows raised. “Apparently there are no obvious wounds. Do you still think they’re animal attacks?” “Of course.” I rolled my eyes. “What else would they be? Vampires?” “You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

’ He yells, and the Blood Dwellers attack us. The vampires and werewolves fight against the Blood Dwellers. There are hundreds of them. Every time a Blood Dweller is defeated, it flickers and reappears in full health again. Vampires and Werewolves are being injured, and some lay dying. My mother is running from one to another, trying to heal as many as possible. Kayla throws vials toward the Blood Dwellers to poison and disorientate them, but it does not affect them.

Long hair is scattered all over the coffin, each strand is jet-black, soft as silk, flowing smoothly under the body. Oralie looked at the girl lying in the coffin, her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes showing a thoughtful expression. Because the coffin had been lying here for so long that it was covered with moss. However, lying inside was not a dry skeleton with white bones, nor a corpse rotting to the bone, but a young girl. A young girl who may be still in her youth but is infected with the ultimate grief of May. Obviously, the one lying here was a vampire, a blood-sucking demon that was at least a few hundred years old.