Vampire Survivors Find 5 Golden Fingers Novels & Stories

Sanguinarius, smile at everyone. - Nosferatus, Caine, Mortis, and Dante, presiding over this sacred chamber was an honor. As brothers that we have become, let us pray to the gods so that they will allow us good, eternal rest. All five joined hands, and with their heads bowed, they began to pray. With a bang, the door opens, and several vampires enter the room. Not a muscle is moved by the five who don't stop praying. With sadistic expressions of those who take pleasure in killing, the vampires slowly advance towards the divine guardians. Each of them pulls out a long wooden knife and, placing themselves on the back of each guardian, they hold their heads and cut the thin neck that connects t

Their silver masks were unblinking, reflecting the orange emergency flares of the corridor. They didn't aim for the heart. They aimed for the marrow. One Hunter raised a rifle—a long, needle-thin barrel glowing with a sickly necrotic violet. "STAY BACK!" I shrieked. I didn't have two hands. I had a silver dagger and a body that was finalizing into a statue. I threw myself into the room, my obsidian-gold arm acting as a blunt shield. The first necrotic round struck my crystallized fingers.

When they disappear. I scream into the night before it turns into a shriek. Hands grab me and I turn. I scream and lash out, tears stream down my face. My wrists are caught by a bleeding Vilkas. “She’s gone. Vilkas someone took her. Where were you?” I pound on his chest as I sob. “I was hit with Draconian root. We will get her back. It’s ok, we will get her back.” There is only one species with golden eyes. Lycans.

The group surrounded with golden light, rushed towards the mountain and started to climb above the silver pooling on the ground. So many vampires screeched and fell to a flash of flame. Another fissure started to open up in the ground. My heart raced. I couldn’t see Candido, but I knew he had to be there. Gunshots fill the air, shooting down several of the vampires, but it wasn’t enough. They kept going.

Zachary dropped the glass on the wooden stool next to the white couch while Colby sat on the couch, watching him as he sped to his room. Golden-ville. This different town was a big part of their lives though it was still developing, they made their first kills and sires in this place. Golden-ville reminded Darius of his first love and how she was killed by a werewolf. He didn't want to reminisce because it would cause him more torment. Black Ash trees lined the woods with a mix of Eastern Redcedar across the town. The Black Ash trees were a symbol of the Black Ash Coven in Golden-ville, the coven was hiding in the shadows because of the outbreak of vampires and because they had lost most of

Levi Everyone moves as one, slowly creeping down the halls in our human form while Phoebe and I give orders. The vampires are fast, zipping into rooms where they sense a beating heart and quickly dispatching the hunters inside. We are ensuring that there are no survivors from tonight unless they are the ones Sabrina listed as the best to question about other hunters’ headquarters around Canada and where the black market for selling the supernatural may be. “We found Randy Harpin in the last room. Francis is zipping him to the trailer as we speak,” Miella says as soon as she appears in front of Phoebe and me.

The elder vampire showed no sign of pain and glared up at Mason with the sickest smirk he'd ever worn. "Did you really think it'd be that easy?" Mason's eyes darkened and he watched as Demitri snapped his fingers, resulting in hordes of vampires pouring in from both sides. He immediately withdrew the sword from the elder vampire's chest and moved over to stand in front of Harley. His eyes barely left Demitri as he crouched down and put his hand to where blood had trickled down the right side of her head. He reached out a shaking hand and ran two fingers across the wounded area, smearing the blood and staining his fingers. The burning deep within his throat began to rise and his fangs began t

He stopped tapping my cheeks and looked at the man behind him, the man with blue eyes. “She’s a hunter Alarick,” silver guy nodded and looked at me again. “So, did you have a good sleep?” Alarick, the silver guy asked. I groaned and look the other way, just when I am about to close my eyes, Alarick, the silver guy, softly grabbed my chin and controlled it to look at him. Both of them seemed unfazed by my presence and I can only think of one thing; they’ve killed a lot of humans that an alive one doesn’t scare them at all.

I felt a surge of hope and excitement, thinking that we were finally gaining the upper hand. “That's it we have him. Let's end this now!" My alpha, Michael said as multiple of their blows and strikes connected on the golden-eyed vampire sending him down on one knee. "Yes! We're finally winning!" I exclaimed, my heart racing with excitement and relief. But as I watched the golden-eyed vampire stumble backward under the onslaught, I noticed something that made my blood run cold. A faint, menacing smile was spreading across his face, his eyes glinting with an otherworldly light.

"System Command: Inject Protocol. Override the Sanguine Network. Authorization: First Weaver." She drove the glowing brush directly into the obsidian floor. The impact was entirely silent, but the effect was cataclysmic. The glowing red veins beneath the glass floor violently stuttered. A pulse of blinding, flawless cosmic gold erupted from Scarlett’s brush, racing through the Sanguine Source like a divine virus. All across the ballroom, the aristocratic vampires suddenly gasped, clutching their chests. The stolen life-force that sustained their cybernetic and ancient bodies was abruptly cut off.