Camp Vamp の小説・ストーリー

But boredom has finally won out over whatever deeply-rooted awkwardness I have about him, and now’s the time. The camp itself is actually in a brilliant location—deep near the edge of the Winterfall border, close to Canada. Canadian packs have remained neutral, so if things go south, we can make a quick escape. And aside from the brutal cold, the camp is surprisingly well-equipped. There’s a lake nearby, perfect for hunting, fishing, and bathing. Caroline keeps calling this a vacation, which only proves that she is unwell.

Before I could ask anything else, the door opened, and Emma walked back into the room, looking a little more composed. “Where we at?” Emma asked as she came over to stand beside me. “I was just about to draw a map of their camp,” I replied, and she nodded. “What type of shelters are there in your camp?” I asked, turning my attention back to Cole. “There’s the main building which houses most of the rogues. It’s an old run-down warehouse that we’ve converted into a packhouse. Then there are three tents surrounding it and two prisons. One of the tents is where the vampires stay, another is for the three witches, and the last is where we store our weapons,” he replied, his eyes glued on Emma who

This I understand. We reach the edge of the clearing. The camp is a cluster of heavy canvas tents pitched haphazardly on the muddy bank of the river. There’s a fire pit in the center. I scan the perimeter. No sentries. No movement. My gut tightens. Mercenaries are not stupid. They make their living killing for others. A camp this size should have a watch rotation. “Something’s wrong,” Alexei breathes beside me. “On my signal,” I whisper.

Now I was in a pretty dark place, behind the stage "Now smile and walk gracefully to the middle of the stage!" I wasn't smiling and I wasn't walking gracefully. I dragged myself to the middle of the stage and saw a bunch of men with tux screaming and whistling. "This is one of the best girl we got today gentlemen!" Said the men. "Her name is Bambi Sivan. She is only 17 years old and... the best thing about her is that she is still a virgin!!! She is the first virgin that we got here in the past 5 months." That guy yelled and people started screaming their prices.

so, when I was on the balcony I couldn't catch its glimpse. Van is running on the road while me enjoying the wonderful view of trees around it. It's been fifteen minutes and we are still running with the van. " look over there mam, that's a massive gate is entry gate. " Estaa hushed in my ears and I looked keenly to watch, yes there is a gate with tight security around it. several men are standing around it with weapons. ' is my so-called husband is a mafia? ' I wondered and bite my nails in tension after looking that every man has their respective sets of weapons.

Of course, I do not make vampires these days. I drive south along the coast. I am in Northern California before I stop; it is late. There is a bar off the side of the road, fairly large. I make a smooth entrance. The men look me over, exchange glances with their buddies. The bartender does not ask me for my ID, not after I give him a hard glance. There are many more men than women around. I am searching for a particular type, someone passing through, and I spot a candidate sitting alone in the comer. He is big and burly, unshaven; his warm jacket is not dirty, but there are oil stains that did not come out from the last cleaning. His face is pleasant enough, sitting behind his frosty beer, b

Nana whined and Verona rolled her eyes. “And risk being heard? You seem to forget where we are. The safest place was the kitchen,” she whispered. As they got into the large living room, Camper was climbing down the stairs from up and stopped abruptly immediately he inhaled a very familiar scent. He had been sensing it around and even in the Fiorella's room he just left. But it was much stronger in the living room. “Camps!” Verona called his attention and he looked ahead to see the redhead standing with three other women. Immediately, his heart skyrocketed and fell out through his mouth. He stood with his jaw dropped at the girl in the middle behind Verona.

but my parents taught me to always keep the mate bond. I come upon a lake and it looks like there was a struggle, I can smell wolf's blood and the eucalyptus and peppermint is back but it's mixed with tobacco and rum, I'm worried now, maybe my mate has been hurt. I can't see any blood other than the wolf's blood but I can smell vampire blood, I look around trying to find any sign when the smell of eucalyptus and peppermint hits me hard, Nova is going crazy screaming one word over and over "MATE!!!"

A person who is two thousand years old and a person who is a thousand years old is really very different. - Brother, are vampires real? I didn't know about it until Calantha invited me to see a vampire movie. She bought three tickets but her younger brother had an unexpected work schedule so she invited me to go with her. - Go to bed early, you have to go to the company tomorrow. – Samson patted Lucasta on the shoulder and said. - I'm not sleepy yet, I want to watch the rain for a while longer. She swooped towards him and sought his familiar warmth.

Sure I had a lot more to ask, like how did he find me, and why was he being a creep, and so much more, but I had to start with one question and that was the first one that popped in my head. "Hi Clara Shawn, I've come to prove it to you," he said calmly. The way he called my name was intriguing, his voice was bold and calm, everything about this guy was so intriguing but I could not deny how creepy he was being. "Prove what to me?" I asked, wondering what exactly he could be referring to. "That I am what I say I am, a vampire," he replied with that same calm voice. Now this was interesting. How on earth was he going to prove that to me?! If he planned on sucking my blood then he was going to