Vampires Originals の小説・ストーリー

None of those wolves had, not even Fay. Vampire originals were creatures that only existed in history books. Wolves knew they were real, but none of them had actually seen any of those originals. The originals had vanished from the earth for hundreds of years. Even the vampire count he defeated had never met any. To fight an original, Darren needed to make full preparation. “Search the forest for anything unusual as we’ve scheduled,” he ordered, placing his other forefoot on the land of Misty Forest while suppressing his severe headache, “The vampire might have already visited here. Be careful.”

Nick and I nodded, “Do you accept your position as queen of the vampires and relinquish your life to the vampires as a hybrid?” “Yes.” “NO!” Mara yelled, but we continued, “Do you accept her as your queen, lover and mate?” Mandy asked Nick, he nodded, “Yes.” She took a knife and cut my hand first and then Nick’s, “This is the blood oath, this will bind your souls together for eternity.” She then muttered words in another language that sounded romanian or greek. She then placed our hands together and Nick bit my neck; I winced at the sudden pain but it soon disappeared

She knew that I was avoiding her, as any sane person would. “Well, here I am.” She directed a playful eye roll at the older man. “This one, he gets his attitude from his father. Dorian, I’d officially like you to meet Sir Vincent Mendalv, the-” “King of vampires and one of the originals, I know. It’s a pleasure meeting the man who’d once plagued North Creekville into their darkest time yet and sent most of my kind to their early death.” With a tight lipped smile, I stretched out my hand towards the blood sucking leach.

Then as if he realized the severity of the topic, his eyes widened and panic was obvious in his facial expressions but he was also aware that he was no longer in power to handle these things. “Vampires…?” Mauricio murmured. “We have learned from asking around that these blood suckers are creating an army of newborns, as we speak. No one can make a wild guess of how many have they gathered but eyes from everywhere stood witness that this move started just this morning,” Ethan answered.

So she went back to telling the story. “As commonly told the White Bat Alucard bit into his first human and created the first and Original Vampire. Causing the White Wolf Alpharix to also later bite his own human creating the first Lycan (Book 2). The White Lion is also another story. (Book 1)

I passed the blood in her mouth and waited for her to wake. I ended up sleeping with her in my arms. In the morning I watched her sleeping form. I am reminded of the day we first met. She starts moving in my arms. I look at her as she opened her eyes. They were of the same brown colour as before. I am glad she remained the same Lara I have got used to only that she is now a vampire and she ages slowly compared to before. "Hey did you do it?" She asks as she looked into my eyes. Do what... What does she mean?

The devil is there instead. Yaksha, the first of the vampires. As I am the last. TBC.....

"Liar! Vampires will never hurt my mom! Tell me you are lying! Tell me! My mom is alive! They will never hurt an innocent woman like her! Waylan shouted in tears. "It's the truth! If you don't want to believe me then go home to see the truth!" his stepdad shouted back at her. Waylan suddenly falls to her knees. "No! Vampires never lay a single hand on me so how can they hurt my mom. Vampires never hurt humans!" Waylan murmured in tears. "You can still say that despite knowing the truth that they killed your mom!" an old lady standing beside his stepdad shouted. Waylan stood up angrily in front of all the humans watching the mountain got burned. She look at his stepdad while holding her phone

His neck breaks and there was only the cold darkness that welcomed him. Remus threw Saxe’s body on the ground, and as if on cue, another menacing aura surrounded the room. He braces himself as a female Vampire appears before him, with eyes a glowing red, seething with rage that will equal a wild Vargulf. Outside, Lyall and the other Betas dropped from the choppers that carried them, making it look like the sky is birthing out Werewolves. The moon had risen and the Vampires had woken. They were many, but they were weak. The lesser kinds– nothing but Newborns and Fledglings. Vampires who were made not more than fifty years ago. They were easy kills and not much of a challenge for the Betas of

"How many servants? How many originals?" "I don't know. The one who caught me—he was old. Ancient. He talked like the originals were gods, like serving them was the highest honor." She looked at me. "He said there were five of them. Five originals, asleep for ten thousand years. And when they woke, nothing would stop them." Ten thousand years. The number echoed in my mind, impossible and terrifying. Caspian's face had gone very still. "Do you know their names?" "One. The one they worshipped most. They called him—" She paused, concentrating. "Vladimir. The first vampire. The father of them all."