Vampire Valek 소설 & 이야기

If I succeeded with my scheme to take over, I was going to tear the awful place down. When I got to the staircase, my cousin, Vale, stood there. Valerian Barretta. He was tall, with brown hair, and green eyes. He also had tattoos up and down his arms, some of which could be seen on the tops of his hands. “Well, how’d it go?” he asked. I glared at him. “Awful. He wants me to kill Luca.” Vale’s full lips twisted into a smile. “Is that a problem?”

He shrugs before continuing. “While the owner was out, and I was finishing the closing duties, I was approached. Apparently, they were waiting on an order, and they recognized me as a vampire. One thing led to another, and I became an internal spy. I was offered all the blood I needed and a good amount of cash. They paid me to intercept Alana, become friends with her, and start ordering things on the side. The end game was to get her to bring me into the Kingdom.” “The only way in now is by invite.” I sigh. “She invited me in, and I played cool for the first few times, then I acted while she slept. I can access the puddle from anywhere. Well, almost anywhere.” He looks around the dungeon.

Zinnia glanced at him before mumbling. "Who are you?" The man smiled before bowing his head a little in front of her, startling her; she wasn't used to people bowing to her, especially outsiders. "Kael Adrek, I am the leader of the second vampire clan, we just started about a decade ago, we had some indifferences with this kingdom. So today I came here for negotiation." He spoke evenly, watching her reaction with quiet interest. Zinnia nodded her head in understanding. "Then I wish you the best." The man laughed at her words, he realized how wrongly she had interpreted his words this time but didn't correct her and nodded his head.

Why was I standing here like some desperate stalker? Why did I care if she ate? Why did I find myself checking the security feeds just to make sure she was sleeping? I was Bane Valak. I had dismantled empires and executed men without a flicker of hesitation. I was the apex predator in a city filled with wolves. And yet, I found myself paralyzed by the sight of a twenty-five-year-old girl who looked like she’d break if I breathed on her too hard. It was supposed to be simple. Amaya Vancouver was a spoil of war.

Kaelynn asked, her voice trembling with fear; it pains me to see her like this. "He is not yet a full vampire, nor is he pure blood. He's a dhampir," Daryl said, and Kaelynn looked relieved, and I saw her grip her hand tighter. "Make your choice, Kaelynn. We won't kill you, it just depends on you if you can last longer here," Daryl said, and Kaelyn stood up and wiped her tears. "I know I'm just your maid here, but as your maid, I request that you let me handle all cleaning and other housekeeping chores here so that those women you killed can have peace and rest," she said before breaking down in tears and kneeling.

After all, it's not like I'm going to be the only vampire searching the city. B-negative. All I needed was some B-negative. All Khloe needed was some B-Negative. And if my own pet needed it to ensure her survival, then I was going to get it for her. It's not like I was going to kill anyone. Scaring them was unavoidable at this point... I licked my fangs as I reached the window. ...But I had a pet to take care of.

And then I will take your holy friend and show the world that vampires, and not pathetic humans, are the real rulers of this land. Valya exhaled hoarsely. She was waiting for the moment when her brother would bite her neck and take the first sip. That's when she'll have her chance. Vragenn leisurely enjoyed his sister's scent. He pressed his lips to the thin skin, feeling his victim's trembling. In this world, the strongest survived. Alas, his sister chose a different path. Carefully, almost tenderly, he bit through the skin. This is what Valya was waiting for. Pain and despair merged with the remnants of vital energy. She didn't even notice that she was screaming, but the scream of pain was

The air softens and people start moving again and organizing. When the crowd thins, only a few remain—Kael, Roman, Zeke, me… and one man I haven’t seen before. He’s tall. Too tall, honestly. His eyes are a beautiful violet shade, his skin pale but not sickly. There’s something quietly dangerous about him, like the air freezes a little when he moves. Kael gestures toward him. “This is Valen Cross,” he says. “General of the vampire fighters.” Vampire. He's a vampire. He's...just what I imagined a vampire to look like. Sinfully beautiful, but dark and...cold.

"Roman... I saw the flames. I saw the wreckage on the highway. I thought the Moon had taken you from me." Roman Vale Ro tightened his grip on her waist, his thumbs tracing the line of her jaw with a possessive heat that only an Alpha could exude. "You should know by now, Willow. No trap set by a coward like Vincent Hale could keep me from coming back to you. I am a Vale. We don't die easily, and we never leave our mates behind." "But the video... the impact was so violent," she murmured, leaning her head against his broad chest. The steady thud of his heart was the only rhythm that mattered now.

Malijc asks as Trizak continues to knock him in the ribs. Blood pours from Vane’s mouth and lip as he shakes his head in denial and slurs out. “I already told you!” Malijc sneers as he moves forward and takes Vane’s jaw in a tight grip. “You don’t want to fuck with me. You are not Valek. I know because Valek is dead. Now I’m going to ask you again. Who are you, and why are you here?”