Fledgling Vampires の小説・ストーリー

Then, without another word, she collapsed, lifeless. A cold dread settled over me. Then I saw them. The vampires. They crawled from the tomb, their movements slow and unnatural, like creatures waking from a long, cursed sleep. Their red eyes glowed in the darkness, scanning their surroundings with hunger. Their bodies were shriveled, their skin stretched tight over their bones, making them look more like walking corpses than the powerful beings they once were.

Since we didn't have much of a choice we all agreed to the plan. "Once we find their hiding spot, we make sure to reach for their eggs first. If they fail to harvest their younglings, the number of vamps will reduce for us since they evolve in just a few days and attack out of hunger. That is why they are more aggressive than the rest. The elders are already weaker than their good old times so I suggest we attack them second round. The only problem would be, how would we know which are the old and the young?" Luka looked at his father, knowing that he somehow knew the answer.

The more that her heart was racing fast when she heard them following the trail of her own blood which she made on the ice-cold. That was the day she wished she would grow up fast so she could defend herself. That day she realized how difficult it is to be a pup, a she-wolf pup actually. She heard from their conversations that they were the Night Flyers, a group of vampires whose hobby is to hunt when it's a dark moon. She continued to run swiftly as she could. Her eyes beamed when saw the boundary just a few efforts away. But then, just when she was near to the salvation that she hoped for, she felt someone grab her back and drag her away.

“I’ll reach out to Adrian. Lord Orlov believes he’ll come. He’s been tracking this too.” “That may be,” my father replied, “but I’m still joining you in Ashberge, with a strike force. If Dragomir is turning humans, if he’s building an army of fledglings… you’ll need more than two master vampires, and a few wolves. There is no guarantee that Adrian will help out.” His voice hardened. “Fledglings are like animals, Carson. No thought. No discipline. Just hunger. And if we run into Dragomir himself, we’ll need every fighter we can get.”

"That's . . . unfortunate," Clara said, running her gaze up and down that magnificent body. Oh, the things she could do with a woman like this. "I realize this is a lot to take in, and Shane will want to talk to you before morning. Yes, vampires sleep during the day. Daylight doesn't kill older vamps, but it definitely weakens them. Fledglings can actually move about during the day or night, depending on their preference." She folded her hands in front of her.

The air was heavy with storm. Clouds hung low, black and swollen, as if the heavens themselves waited for blood to fall. The Crescent Fang gathered on the ridgeline, their eyes glinting with unease. News had spread: the vampires were moving again, not in scattered raiding packs, but in one great host—tens of thousands, pushing toward the valley where wolf and elf alike made their refuge.

Cheyenne's voice boomed on the other end of the ear pod plugged into her earlobes. Killing a newborn vampire or a fledgling was easy but the man standing a few meters away from her was no fledgling. He was one of the first ancients who'd led the massacre of humans. He stood transfixed, folding his arms at his chest as the breeze blew his brown locks about. He had a wide grin on, daring her to make her move.

It flew off the hinges coming apart in splinters, and any hope or idea of a plan quickly flew down the drain in the face of reality. We just didn’t have time for anything like that. Ellie needed us now. “That way!” Gael shouted, pointing, and before we could move forward, the shadows stretched and a dozen or so vampires appeared. They looked to be newly turned, their eyes bloodshot, their skin sallow, while they acted feral, following the orders of the one who turned them. “They know we’re here,” Gabriel growled. “Get ready, we’ll break their formation and take them out.”

response. "You're the only one protesting us. The other girls were friendly and so much sweeter." David grimaced as Franklin agreed. “ so, please leave." I raised my voice, trying to keep up the brave act. Just seeing their face makes me to want to crawl under the earth. I don't know why, but vampires made me feel sick to the very core. It's obvious that they were using their charms and good looks to lure in all humans and use them as their personal blood bag.

They could also drink blood if they feel like it. They could bathe themselves and sleep. But they could also keep themselves awake for a week. They are creatures created by science. A composite of the two strongest types of organisms. Hunters are made to balance them. They hunt humans who run after vampires and hunt vampires who takes pleasure on killing humans for satiation. The boy looked pale and shaking. But to his utmost shock, the boy turned from a lanky coward to a boastful and irritating boy. "You shouldn't be here! Our clan leader is the governor of this region. You are not allowed to s-stop us!", The kids behind the boy nodded and seconded his overly confident statement. Even after