Vampire Survivors Find 5 Golden Fingers Novels & Stories

He snaps his fingers and the vampires descend towards me. It’s a good thing I’ve come prepared. I pull out several throwing stars and nail three of the five. The stars fly across their necks successfully ending their lives. The other two pause in their steps and glance at their fallen comrades. This gives me an opening, so I grab my gun from my waist band and shoot them in the temple.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

Now they were going to make sure I wouldn't make it out of here alive. ‘One… Two… Five!’ Eight vampires were surrounding the area; in a flash, five surrounded me, and two spun from behind me with sharp claws and fangs. I noticed their attack through my hind vision, quickly, I retaliated with a swift and hard strike, slamming my claws into both their chests and ripping out their hearts.

he asked, turning his head sideways to look at the one closest to him. “Oh, maps, mostly,” Aaron replied. “Pictures of the two victims taken from the scene as well as Gibbon and Giovani. We were also able to identify one of the Vampires fleeing the scene through that side door. Ex-Black Ops named Frank Howard.” They continued to talk as I turned to Brandon, trying to keep my jaw from hitting the floor. He looked just as shocked as I did. Giovani had taken Gibbon last night, and no one had bothered to tell us! I really wanted to say something, but Brandon shook his head slightly, reminding me that I’d promised not to say anything. He was right. I had no case for demanding to be told anything

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

it depended on other threads that it was better the snow-haired guy never knew about. Melia took a bite of the last toast, and while doing so, she saw her right hand, and on it was the mark of two large black horns with red tips that radiated what she recognized as... they were, they were... The faces of the people the one she considered an angel had cried for. The people whose bodies weren't found... Only their faces were, faces with blank eyes and open mouths, a black void in the background. You could even see their souls in distress, begging to escape from that freezing place. This couldn't get any worse. Skalliet had them, had them locked up, bound, waiting for someone to come for them.

June 8, 2003 – 16:45 They chuckled as they got deeper into the forest. The scent trail led them to a clearing and a hunter’s cabin at the back of it. They saw eight goblins playing cards outside of the cabin. Coralis, Veronica and Eva stood behind the tree line and watched the goblins for a minute. “If the vampires involved don’t have a sunlight jewellery, they won’t stick their nose outside. We each kill two goblins, tie up the other two, and then we go into the cabin,” said Veronica.

Naturally, he ripped out the blood-sucker's heart for him to stay dead. In the mist of dust, vampires came out of nowhere and opened fire at me and my men. My team immediately dodged behind the concreted columns as the bullets hit, chipping the concrete and making holes. In combat, we timed their shots and fired back within the required intervals. I signaled Darius and Dennis to move ahead. They stealthily moved from one column to the other, encircling the vampires while we covered them. By the time the shooting went quiet, dead bodies surrounded us. Splinters, crumbles of concrete, and empty shells were stretched ubiquitously. We proceeded on our trail in the half-lighted humid halls of the

I picked up a gun as well before joining him nervously. "Darling, open up!" It was the voice of the male neighbor of the villa across from us. I peeked out through the crack in the window. The neighbor had blood stains all over his clothes. There was even a deep wound on his leg, which showed faint glimpses of his bones. Obviously, the man was already infected with the virus. He'd soon turn into a zombie. "Don't open the door!" I shouted instantly in an attempt to stop the neighbor's wife. Unfortunately, I was too late.

Did I? "Y-yes," I managed to whisper. My fingers let go of my finger, and Sebastian's eyes glowed brightly. Opening his mouth, his fangs dripped a white substance until he pulled my fingers inside him. He sucked the blood from my finger, his tongue circling around the cut.