Demonic Vampires 소설 & 이야기

’ I fake a shudder. It’s not all lies. The dead vampires are true enough, but it’s the work of Chrys or his subordinates, rogue vampires murdered in a fashion that mimics the work of a Desecrant—the term we use for those vampires who commit sin beyond what the rest of us deem acceptable, those who don’t just stop at feeding from fellow vampires, but instead go so far as to consume their hearts. It allows them to amass a kind of power that is considered unholy even by us undead monsters of the night.

I run as fast as I can and feel a pang in my heart as I get further and further away from my mate. "Is my mate feeling it too?" I ask my wolf. "Yes," she says sadly. "Don't worry, Jenny. I'll find you another mate, someone who will truly love us. And I have an idea of who it is," I say hopefully. My wolf just nods and we sever the connection. "Oh no," I say anxiously. I sniff vampires. I'm alone. It will be harder for me to eliminate them. Finally, I reach a familiar place in the forest and then I see a vampire. He has black hair, pale skin, and red eyes.

She shook her head and read the book again. There were four breeds of vampires. Royals, the most powerful vampires possessing psychic powers. They can walk in both daylight and moonlight. They don't require much blood consumption to work. Then comes pure-breed vampires. They are not royal but strong vampires, however, they don't have any psychic powers but their strength was unbeatable. Like royals, they can walk in daylight but for a few minutes or using an enchantment such as rings, pendants, or bracelets. The Nightcrawlers, the most notorious breed of vampires. The fledglings of this breed cannot control their blood lust and caused destruction for several years. They can only walk into mo

My body became white and plain, my eyes dead, my canines elongated, and my bones twisted. I turn my head around, just like any other mad vampire would do. Crawling on the floor, I roar... before attacking. Note; Dampyr is a creature that's given birth by an immortal vampire. A mixed breed.

He turns and sees my focus on his hand, before pausing a moment to also look down at what is now normal skin, and makes a soft noise under his breath that almost seems like a laugh. “Figured out why the smarter wolves are afraid of me, Princess?” he mocks me before pushing his way inside. Unrattled by my seeing his true self, and in fact, it feels a lot like he grows cockier with every step as my returning trepidation grows. It sends a chill through me as I follow him into the cozy space, not really taking it in, my thoughts swimming with newfound fear as I try to recall Leyanne's teachings. Demonics. The fractured half of the Angelics. Once a whole whose conflicting parts were torn apart be

They live in a pack. Vampires :- vampires are the forth most powerful species. They mostly depend on blood for living, Although they can eat other foods too. They don't have any problem from sun or heat but they prefer cold atmosphere more.They can't do shape shifting. Their height are between 6-7 feets. They live in a pack. Demons :- They are the fifth most powerful species in the supernatural. They can't do shape shifting. Their heights are between 6-6.5 feets. They will live in a pack.

After World War 4, his whereabouts are currently unknown. The second vampire types are known as the demon vampires— they are the ‘children’ under Gaius Julius Caesar and Vlad III Dracula. They had superhuman strength, speed, senses, stamina, accelerated healing factor, metamorphosis, and lesser immortality. Though they were stronger when compared to Ambrogio’s vampires, the demon’s curse was also passed down to them. They will die if their hearts were stabbed by wooden stakes, exposed to sunlight, and near to crucifixes. They also had a strong desire for bloodlust.

Derek, the vampire with unearthly grace and hypnotic allure, added his ancient powers to their group. Together, they stood as a formidable force, ready to face the colossal demon and restore order to the chaotic realm. The demon giant, with skin as black as night and muscles rippling with unholy power, roared with fury as it beheld the trio of warriors. Its fiery eyes glowed with malevolence, and the stench of sulfur emanated from its massive form. The ground trembled beneath its weight as it stomped forward, unleashing a bellow that shook the very foundations of Hell.

In a malevolent transformation, the visage of the handsome vampire dissolved, giving way to a nightmarish manifestation of his true, demonic form. Silas engaged in a relentless battle with the elder vampires, sensed a surge of malevolence that transcended the battlefield's tumult. A shiver of dread crawled through his undead existence as he beheld the metamorphosis of Dylan into an ancient vampire, an embodiment of centuries-old malevolence. The once elegant figure is now twisted into a demonic entity, an incarnation of vampiric power at its zenith.

“No, Tom. You’re confusing two species. Our sacred books talk about ghasts, who are undead raised by necromancy. Vampires are lower-caste demons, who live in other dimensions and can be summoned to perform various tasks.” “But can they stay in our world?" “They can, if the summoner isn’t careful enough. But if that happened, the duke’s family would have been long since dead. Like twenty years ago.” “But why would they do that?” I grinned, looking at my friend’s face. “Tom, imagine our prince marrying that viper.” “All right.”