Vampire Vikings の小説・ストーリー

Dan said, so I quickly looked away. So he was no longer a v*rgin when he met me? Oh, no! I hope he doesn't have any diseases like AIDS! Wait, do vampires even get those diseases? "Why do you look like that? Sorry, but I'm a vampire, and we don't get those things, so we're safe, so you don't have to worry. Also, I swear to you, I will not be able to find someone like you," Dan said, and he smirked at me and leaned his face toward me.

With his own eyes, he saw Samson go outdoors and only wear sun protection clothes like everyone else. In theory, vampires should sleep deeply during the day. The way he lives is no different from humans. - Furthermore, I suspect he has met and is very close to Eirlys. Even Drake couldn't see the mole on my aunt's ear and didn't include it in the painting, but he drew it. He recognized that the person in the painting and Jenny were two different people so he didn't even need to look at her. And finally, the painting was completed within fifteen minutes.

After a few minutes more the candle lights came on again while the owls returned. I waited to watch in alert and zero seconds. The new vampires stood up in their immortal forms, all in a separate species from the other. They were all physically different. The first one looked very similar to the joker, only this one had fangs, longer nails, a deadly face that made him look like an angry bat, short, red-skinned, and a very huge head. I quickly recognized that one to be the night prowler. He was of the Yara-ma-yha-who breed. An ancient breed common in Japan.

If John wasn’t riding with us as my third horseman killing the rogue vampires, he’d be in the garage or patrolling around with my grandpa’s bike. Viktor, my fourth horseman, was in the Force when a rogue vampire threw him against a steel column breaking all his bones. I was there finally realizing my three horsemen weren't strong enough to decapitate a raging rogue vampire's head. Viktor was a victim of my carelessness, so I offered him bigger power as a vampire, later to be a vampire cop. Without hesitation, he yelled out of his unbearable pain, "What are you waiting for? Do it! So that I could kill more rogue vampires!"

I asked as I waited for him. "My last name is Blackson, a royal lineage of years back. I have one sister you know as Ingrid. My childhood friend Ryson. I am also a vampire as you have noticed but unlike other vampires, I like cooked food. I have many enemies and fewer friends. That is all I can disclose for now babe but I will tell you soon." I looked at him wondering what he had experienced to have such pain reflected in those gorgeous eyes. "Do you wanna hear about me?" I asked stroking his hair taking in his scent. He hummed softly.

“It is too dark for me, especially for someone like me who prefers the opposite.” “That must be pretty hard living with.” She inhales sharply. “I do the opposite of everything. I let animals free during hunting, I don't like drinking blood, and I hate attending the gothic parties. I could on and on.” “I'm so sorry you have to live with this, but trust we are not much different. I just discovered I'm a vampire with a very bad blood lust and so much more I'm yet to comprehend.” We walked to the windows at the end of the hallway, looking out at the village. We watch outside in silence for a bit.

Wren said. “The morozko is what hurt Annie, and the upir is what the sheriff killed when we were working during the storm,” Viktor told him. “OK, I’m not up on the folklore either, but I am pretty sure that I have heard upir used as a term for a vampire, not what I shot,” Lindsay said to Viktor.

He led the fight, showing unwavering determination and guided his pack with bravery and skill. In the midst of the chaos, a vampire pounced on Tyler, sinking its teeth deep into his flesh. Pain shot through his body as the venom spread, threatening to take over. His vision blurred, and he staggered back, holding onto his wound. A female Omega, witnessing the attack, quickly slaid the vampire. She hurried to Tyler's side, her eyes filled with fear and worry. "General! No!" she cried out, her voice desperate. She reached out to him, her touch gentle but urgent.

The vampires. At least eight or nine that I could immediately identify. Each one more devastatingly beautiful than the last. One had midnight-black hair and molten silver eyes that seemed to pierce straight through flesh and bone. Another — tall, golden-haired Elias — wore a wicked, boyish grin that promised both pleasure and ruin. Seraphine, with her cascading fiery red hair and crimson lips, moved like living temptation incarnate. Viktor looked like a broad-shouldered warrior carved from marble, while Damien’s dark, smoldering intensity made my knees feel weak. They didn’t hide what they were.