Vampire Vikings の小説・ストーリー

“Clara claims she was chased by vampires. Red-eyed ones.” Viktor’s jaw tightened just slightly. “And you believe her?” “I believe she’s terrified,” I said evenly. “And I believe she saw something. But if you’re here, I’m guessing you’ve heard whispers yourself.” A muscle in his cheek ticked before he gave a slow nod. “There are…rumors. Stray reports from the northern covens. Vampires with crimson eyes, faster than the wind, leaving no scent. But they are not mine. None of my people have crossed your borders without permission.”

For months, a shaky truce had held between the vampires and werewolves, forged in blood after centuries of war. Viktor, a tall vampire with sharp features and eyes like polished obsidian, stood guard outside the princess's chambers. His job was simple: protect Lira, the werewolf princess, at all costs. One slip, one breach of the peace, and the fragile agreement would shatter, dragging both races back into slaughter.

"Tige! I'm in trouble. I need you." "Frank, Tony, Keada, Cyrene, Kaniji—to my home! We're being attacked!" The air in the room seemed to thicken. Anyone with a sense of the supernatural could tell that something huge was about to happen. Before their eyes, Vampires began to appear. They dotted the room out of nowhere. Julie was first and didn't have to ask any questions. The sight of the roomful of werewolves was self-explanatory. Ran was a step behind her along with both of their Vampire assistants. They all stared at the werewolves, who were busy turning here and there trying to protect themselves on all sides from attack.

I silently chastised myself for allowing Abigail to, once again, get under my skin to the point where my desire to escape her overshadowed my common sense. I lightly bowed my head in acknowledgement of the few remaining dinner companions and made mini comments to the stragglers at the table as they made their leave with polite reservation. I hoped it would be enough to stave the repercussions of my thoughtless behavior. My attention was pulled back to Penelope when she pointed out a tall, virile looking vampire entering the dining hall. He was dressed in clothes that made me think of the Viking tales I’d enjoyed as a child. His head was shaved on one side, with his strawberry blonde hair cr

So why- “Your Lycan is trying to take control of your body. He’s at war with your wolf and is winning; am I right?” Viktor asks, flooring me yet again. I nod my head slowly and he offers me an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry my brother can’t see it, Creed, but I get it, trust me. The Goddess wouldn’t send me back here from the dead if I wasn’t needed.” I shake my head and take a tentative step backward. “Why would the Goddess even bother with me? I am not my father-”

He enlightened her. "Breed? There are breeds? Aren't you all the same?" Adrianna was dumbfounded to know that vampires have different breeds. He got up and went to grab a book from his shelves, and hand a heavy book to Adrianna. "This will help you because I am not good at explaining things and facts." Said Alaric. Her palms touched the cover of the book which looked antique and royal. She read the title 'Vamoose', called Vampire in latin. "You didn't tell me you have kids." Alaric asked her.

—How the hell did this happen? I was out of control, full of rage, I wanted to smash everything in my path, the vampire council members, they took Antton and Dalton for the supposed crimes of turning two humans and for killing an original vampire and for killing the last gamma, yes, Antton killed my mother. something that seemed absurd if you ask me because if it wasn't for us now our heads would roll on the cold forest floor and not that guy's who used us for his own benefit.

“So my ex-stepsister tried to ruin my life, my stepmother poisoned my father, my story was stolen, and now I’m a magical creature surrounded by more magical creatures.” “Basically.” “Cool cool cool. Totally normal week.” I waited. She didn’t say anything else for a long time. Then she asked, “What about Isaac?” I raised my brows. “What about him?” She gave me a look. “He’s a vampire too,” I said. “Same origin as Noah. Same fangs. Different amount of brooding.” “Explains the attitude.” I sipped again. “Explains a lot.” She tilted her head slightly. “You two have been spending time together.”

"youre..human?" Zurie nodded. "half human half vampire." "that's not possible!" Zurie merely flashed her set of perfectly white teeth, "it is possible. But rare. There's a term for it here, it's called a dhampire." Nyx had thought vampires could never procreate with humans. She wondered how a dhampire, like she'd called it came into existence she had to ask. "how? They hate us." She nodded in approval, "they do. But, my father claims they were in love. He and my mother that is."

stretched into a cold smile. The blade of the dagger flashed - and William was free, leaving his long, luxurious hair in the enemy’s hand. Hugo only managed to raise his head in bewilderment when the young man’s strong hand ripped open his chest, crushing his bones. Blood splashed into William's aloof face. The young man shook his head, feeling an unusual lightness: short strands of hair curled in disarray, blocking his view. But William didn't need eyes - he sensed the presence of vampires, feeling their dark Power. The brunette spread his arms to the sides and smiled, as if inviting enemies looking at him in bewilderment. The higher ones looked at each other, not understanding why this wea