Werewolf And Vampire Movies の小説・ストーリー

“But it’s daytime. Vampires can’t go out in the sun.” “Stop believing Hollywood movies. Trust me, those were vampires.” “Well, they seemed nice than werewolves.” She shrugged. “So, I guess we’re partying with vamps tonight.”

I said. “Wow,” she mumbled. “I have so far just heard about their existence. Are they really that strong and fast as they show in movies?” I glanced at my mate, and she seemed fascinated, excited even, her eyes alight and, much to my smugness, all attention on me. “It’s a never ending debate between who is stronger—a werewolf or a vampire,” I said. “And yes, it is true to some extent. They are fast, cold and bloodthirsty. Of course, all that shit about garlic and stuff, that’s just nonsense.”

Angry vampire, werewolf and vampire are enemies of each other, when they meet, only one will survive. "You kill humans, vampires kill humans, werewolves protect humans, werewolves kill vampires, that's for sure, you should know when to stop. Even if you kill me, what if in the future what if If you kill a human, you will also be killed by other werewolves."

I clapped my hands to her ears. Vampires? We werewolves haven't heard of vampires in a long time. I've known since I was a little girl that we werewolves used to fight vampires for space a long time ago. Unlike our other enemies, like humans, our war with vampires is much more bitter. The vampire royal family has created an army of powerful dragon riders and church officials who use silver and holy water to target us. Over centuries, after countless bloody sacrifices in the struggle, werewolves occupied the forest, the vampires built a city-state. Werewolves and vampires secretly made a non-aggression pact.

The witches manipulated circumstances, fueling animosity between vampires and werewolves, leading to frequent battles for resources that ravaged the once-peaceful land. Caught in the crossfire of war and amid the power struggle, humans emerged as the most vulnerable among the various creatures. Their weaponry lacked the sophistication and strength needed to shield themselves and their homes. The distant echoes of gunshots marked the inefficiency of tanks missing their targets, a stark testament to the ongoing conflict between vampires and werewolves.

Their bond was a testament to the strength of their kind—passionate, intense, and unyielding. Jacob, on the other hand, had taken a different path. His dark hair and brooding demeanor often led others to underestimate him. But beneath that exterior lay a heart filled with loyalty and courage. It was during one of his solitary excursions into the woods that he encountered Lyra, a fierce and independent werewolf. Their worlds collided in a whirlwind of emotions, igniting a spark that neither had anticipated. The bond between a vampire and a werewolf was a rarity, fraught with challenges, yet their connection was undeniable. Jacob found himself torn between the expectations of his lineage and t

Things were getting more complicated, yet encouraging. I re-directed my energies to comparing the werewolf virus to the vampire leprosy. Sure enough, the leprosy was a product of werewolf exposure. It wasn’t enough to harm a human, but even the slightest bit of werewolf in a vampire caused a reaction. Now, I needed to understand how the insects carried it.

Arayah returned to the Werewolf kingdom, her heart heavy with the weight of her decisions. The once fierce rivalry between werewolves and vampires had been replaced by an uneasy coexistence. The vampires, now a part of the kingdom, were provided with all the necessities for their survival, their presence a constant reminder of the fragile peace they sought.

I looked at each of them slowly. “What if I told you there was another way?” The youngest blinked. “What way?” “Leave.” They stared at me like I’d just suggested flying. “You’re joking,” one of the others said. “I’m not.” I leaned forward slightly. “Join us.” The tallest wolf narrowed his eyes. “Us?” “We have wolves,” I said. “And vampires.” That got their full attention. “Vampires?” the seventeen-year-old blurted. “You’re fighting with vampires?”

Her body is more lean and thin, but I wouldn’t underestimate her. Not only was the dinner situation unexpected, but my wolf paced restlessly in my mind. Alora, my beautiful reddish-brown furred wolf, mumbled under her breath constantly. She mentioned mates but then acted confused and said they weren’t mates. I definitely felt a pull to both of the strangers, but it was weak. I agree with Alora’s confusion. The guy was a vampire and the woman smelled like a human yet not, code for witch in my senses. There is no way I could been mated to either one of them, never mind both!