Vampire Survivors Find The Only Place Where Flowers Bloom の小説・ストーリー

I shot Xavier a look. “Go ahead,” he repeated to the receiver, annoyed. “We tracked the vampire’s trail back into Southwest. We can’t go any further without permission or running into other pack’s territories. Also, there’s some kind of flower at the scene not native to the area. We will retrieve it for your examination.” I scowled, even as Xavier thanked them for the information and told them to back off for now. I would need to decide on what to do quickly before the trail ran too cold. The vampire scent, as faint as it was, didn’t hang around for long.

Nor can we get help from those whose whereabouts are unknown. According to Frey, the number of vampires that exist today is very small. She had never seen another vampire besides her family. However, she had heard that several groups of vampires hunted humans for blood supply. It sounds a little cruel, but human blood is the main source of food for them. I also can't give them the slightest sympathy because I'm also a human. I continued to ask Frey about the people who were after her. The people who chase vampires are a vampire extermination organization and the like. They are called Flower Skulls.

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?

Clayton has been asking the doctor's help everytime he encounters humans who are blood-sucked and could still survive. He isn't sure if the girl in his arms can make it but he could only trust his friend's ability. He knows the man is capable of saving people. He sensed more blood around as he dashed past the woods. Probably another human being victimized by another vampire. But he couldn't care less right now that he is desperate to keep the girl alive.

"Creepy, but okay. But seriously, those guys are creepy. Why do they keep staring at us as if-" "They're vampires." My eyes widen as I looked at him in shock but a grin growing on his lips upon noticing my petrified state. "What do you mean-" "I really wanna kiss you right now." "Alex, I am serious, we're getting out." I started tugging his hand and stood up when Alex didn't budge. I walked towards the door and froze when the guys started getting up, their eyes growing a shade darker as they huddled around me. One of them stepped forward and I flinched when I noticed his hands reaching out to my cheeks. I took a step back and bumped against something hard . I glanced up to look at Alex, who

Usually, she'd have been cursing at them but today she was grateful that they weren't paying enough attention to notice her. The daylight stung her eyes but she was in too much of a haze to care. She only stopped moving when she reached the cemetery. It wasn't a planned destination, she had no specific place in mind when she had fled the house, somehow she'd just found her way there. All she wanted to do was get as far away as possible before she lost control and did something that she would regret. It was a completely foreign feeling, craving blood but she knew something was up the second she inhaled Mason's scent and found herself thinking about his blood. Vampires didn't crave the blood o

Had this been any of my past pets, this idea wouldn't have even come into consideration. Losing Khloe after this just seemed like such a waste. I took another step forward. Setting my hand against the window frame I stuck my head outside. My eyes scanned the immediate area as my hair tossed in the breeze. I couldn't see or hear anyone near me, but that didn't mean that they weren't there. Taking one last precautionary measure, I inhaled deeply through my nose. Another vampire's scent was very hard to miss, and they were definitely around here. I couldn't really tell how close due to the abundance of them out here, but I was pretty sure that I would be safe if I hurried.

Kent spoke up, “No, don’t give them to him. He’ll get twenty feet and get killed, then we won’t have them anymore.” Then Steve saw something out of the corner of his eye. A lanky, long haired vampire step out of the hall and into the commons walking towards pod one. Keeping an eye on the floor to keep out of the blood pools, the vampire stopped outside the pod and looked at the survivors inside. He didn’t say anything, just scanned what he could see and smiled. Steve pressed a communication button and spoke on the outside speakers. “What do you want?” “How many of you are there?” the vampire asked in an awkward British accent. His voice carried from the microphone on the outside of the pod.

She answered and that's what I was expecting from her. "Good, cause we are going to a place where Vampires won't be able to come or won't come until the war between the werewolves. So don't worry, do what you can." I said as we quickly ran from there and I called Stephen. "You got it?" I told him to ask bout the flowers. "Yes, but just got two of them, will it work? " he asked. "It will. Thanks. Now meet me at the end of the Amber City and bring them to me." I muttered, continuing to run on the heavy snow.

He let the flower fall off to the ground. " We should probably head back, it's past curfew," Mark nodded in agreement. The two found their way almost out of the Glam, the scrunch dry grasses breaking into pieces as they stepped on it, making it obvious that vampires were present in the Glam, the tall trees blown a bit by the sudden breeze that swooshed. As they walked, they were highly alarmed, glancing around suspiciously, their instincts sharp, telling them something was following them. Quickly, Talon drew out his sword.