Vampires In Oblivion Novels & Stories

Lasters was the first to react, commanding his furies to reverse their battle formation. Vampires and werewolves from various clans began to appear from the bushes with all white clouded eyes that glowed from within. - What the hell is this? Voilon said in surprise. - These are fucking zombies, someone controls them, go ahead! Baruz growls. The werewolves attacked their former brethren with fury. The dull-eyed with the fury of a berserker, not sparing their own existence, rushed into battle. Their attacks were often suicidal, but carried only one goal to injure or kill their opponent, like a kamikaze *

The music blasted through the living room and everyone enjoyed the music, including me, of course. Every once in a while, I would check up on the boys, making sure that they were having enough drinks. I want them all to get wasted tonight, including Alex, which was the only way for me to sneak inside his office room. "Do vampires even get drunk?" I asked Elena, who laughed before nodding, her dance moves already getting sloppy. "Special wine darling! Vervain or some shit mixed, I don't know!" she giggled before walking up to James and grinding her back against him. She's definitely drunk

Melia burst out laughing. "You're sweet, really," she said, still laughing. "I can see why I didn't bite your collarbone." "You're, oh my God," he shouted out of nowhere, standing up and backing away. Melia stood up straight again and faced him. "What am I?" "You are... unbelievable!" he exclaimed, and it seemed that everything he had been feeling just a few minutes ago faded away to a feeling of awe. "Biting, 38-degree food, hell, aura," he said to himself, connecting the dots. "Yes, Orleans, I am a vampire."

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

Then, a powerful voice rang out across the battlefield: “Guys—don’t be shy. Grab yourselves a snack.” Harpies shrieked in horror as hundreds of vampires appeared from nowhere on the batterfiled. Unlike wolves, they could fly—fast, merciless, and hungry. Vampires pounced on harpies, piercing their skin with fangs to drink them dry. Piercing screams of harpies filled the air, and they rushed to leave the fight, trying to escape the death.

To the south, the Obsidian Coven stood with their frost-tipped weapons raised, a wall of pale, unmoving death. Madox stepped forward from the wolf lines, his black claws grinding the granite dust into powder. At the exact same fraction of a second, Lady Cynthia Bathory glided forward from the vampire vanguard, her iridescent violet eyes flashing with a terrifying malice as the coiling liquid tendrils of her sanguimancy hissed around her fingers. They stopped at the very edge of the white stone circle, flanking the lovers from opposite sides.

Jette’s curiosity grew, and she sought answers. One moonlit night, she sat by the fire with her wise mother, Magdalene. Magdalene’s eyes held ancient secrets, and her voice carried the weight of generations. She spoke softly, revealing a hidden truth: the lupines’ mortal foe was none other than the immortal vampires dwelling in the wilds. The vampires, creatures of darkness, hungered for lupine blood. Their existence defied time, and their powers were unmatched. Magdalene recounted tales of battles fought, lives lost, and the eternal struggle between lupines and vampires.

I asked with interest. "Ah..." he touched his chin as if he is thinking. “Ah! Their power is Ill—” what he said was cut off by an explosion causing us to turn to the source of that explosion. My eyes widened when I saw five vampires with black eyes. Dervy. They are outside the shield and trying to break the shield with their dark magic. "Let the hunting begin," Adrian said happily then grinned and quickly ran towards the Dervy group. Their father also followed him.

The once elegant figure is now twisted into a demonic entity, an incarnation of vampiric power at its zenith. The battlefield, bathed in the eerie glow of moonlight, became a theater for the convergence of primal forces. Dylan, now an unholy specter, exuded an aura of menace that sent ripples of fear through those who dared to witness his transformation. Chastity, standing resolute against this grotesque incarnation, faced a formidable adversary whose essence resonated with the darkest corners of vampiric lore.

The spire cracks—fissures spreading lightning-fast. Core exposed—pulsing vulnerable. I dive straight in. **Abyssal Canticle**—voice carrying through wards. Swarm screams—HP bars plummeting across HUD. *Ultimate: Swarm Debuff – ninety percent Resistance Down* Julian strikes the core—fangs sinking deep, draining the heart dry. Vampires tear it apart. Charges detonate. The spire explodes—black ichor raining, shockwave flattening lesser beasts. Nest dies—core imploding silent.