Why Is Miguel O'hara A Vampire นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But also noticed that the situation is complicated, just like if she wants to hook that vampire she needs to catch its master. “Can you explain what is hybrid and who is Harris Cliff?” Elsa asked looking at the man but keeping her steps close to him because if a step would miss, the next second she literally had to run to coop up with him. “Yes, I’ve killed Harris Cliff’s parents,” Gabriel paused as he said and Elsa paused with him. Her stare at him was a question that why he had numerous murders on his hand. Doesn’t he know how to forgive? “Oh, your eyes complaining to me, sweetheart,” Gabriel smirked his hand reached to touch her cheek but Elsa stopped him by shoving his hand.

“No great loss, I promise. The guy turned on mamá and became a vampire for selfish reasons. I was better off without him.” “I learned about my mamá and Tía Mariana through exploration and later gaining sources. You’d be surprised how loose-lipped vampires can be when you mix the right thing into the blood they drink.” He chuckled. “So I learned a lot before I was turned into a vampire. I only willingly became this after speaking with the oracle Diana. Becoming a vampire was the only way I would get to meet mamá.” He smiled, looking at Dani.

Dexter said while he collected his portion excitedly from me "Disgusting, how do you guys drink human blood, without feeling irritated? Jessy asked turning her face away while we consumed our most precious "Seriously? This is our main feed, vampires of the old world can't do without it, they usually fight with Elves and Sphinx just to drain their blood, cause they can't resist the urge unlike us, some even die in the process, it gives us more strength, when we drink blood, we can last 3-4 days straight without food & water" Tessy replied while she drank hers' We all finished our blood consumption, then we thought about the departure of Linx, as we don't know his whereabout, dark cloud had co

She glares at Miriam. "You know you have strong magical powers in you, don't you? Why are you hiding them? And why aren't you telling us about your magical powers? Why didn't you tell us that you are a hybrid?" Miriam speaks at last. Vladimir looks at her as if she is crazy. "I have no idea what you are talking about. I do not have magical powers. I am not a magical being. I am a vampire," Vladimir says, and everybody in the room looks at him and Miriam.

It was a cool night and the stars were shining brightly. Stanley wasn’t your average man. He was a vampire. He hadn’t always been a vampire but for the last hundred years, he was. Stanley had been following Iris because he knew she was a technician at a blood bank. He needed her credentials to enter the blood bank and to steal blood. Blood is what kept Stanley alive. Even though he was dead.

I exclaimed. ______________________________________ "Angel!" Gregory shouted when he saw the grim reaper had been caught by the rogue angels. "So, you're the husband of that vampire who killed our brother!" The angel Miguel told him. Gregory and Angel are now captivated by the rogue angels. They tied him up from a stone chair of the cave. The rope they used seems to be powerful. Even the grim reaper can't break them. Gregory knew that they just needed to buy some time so they could plan their escape.

“Papa.” Miguel Rivera looked like a ghost summoned too late. His clothes hung loose on his frame, his face mapped with creases of regret, his hair thin and gray. But it was his eyes,the same dark, searching eyes Elena once carried as a child that made her body stiffen with rage. “Elena,” he whispered, voice thick, broken. “Mi hija… my daughter.” Her chest rose sharply. “Don’t. Don’t you dare call me that.” Harry’s jaw clenched. He kept his grip steady on Elena’s hand, though his other curled into a fist by his side. This was no coincidence, Miguel showing up here again tonight, after hovering on the edges of Harry’s life like a shadow. No coincidence at all.

I couldn’t tell them though. I turned to Miguel. “How were classes today, baby? Did you eat anything yet?” He gave a small shrug. “Boring. I fell asleep during my last class, actually, and then had a dream.” “What kind of dream?” I asked, rubbing his back. He hesitated. “You were covered in blood and walking toward me.” His voice was soft. “You were smiling creepily.” A cold shiver ran down my spine. “It was just a crazy dream,” I said quickly. “You know I’m right here.”

I responded with a roll of my eyes. He let out another scoffed laughter. "You have got to be kidding me." He let his tongue slip out and lick his lower lip. "Miguel is a dangerous and strong werewolf, a dangerously strong werewolf to be precise! How could you be stupid enough to think that nothing would happen between the both of you when you are living with a full grown werewolf and a very attractive woman!" "Because nothing happened! He never tried to touch me!" I yelled out at the top of my lungs. I felt a sting in my chest as I lied to him.

she sighed. “He is human, so that is expected. What's the way out?” I demanded immediately, and she felt reluctant to say it. “The fastest way is to heal him with…” “Our blood? That's absurd. He is human” Miguel refused immediately. Giving him our blood can be dangerous and it may be safe. It's unpredictable. “I will give him my blood and will also be ready to face the consequences. If he dies now, it's the end for me” I said, my fangs coming out.