Vampiro の小説・ストーリー

Vic, the ruthless vampire leader, led his bloodthirsty cohorts through the streets, leaving devastation in their wake. Vic, his eyes glinting crimson in the sunlight, reveled in the pandemonium he unleashed. His voice, commanding and cold, echoed through the tumultuous scene. "Behold, my minions! The time has come to assert our dominance over these feeble humans. Let their screams be the symphony of our triumph!"

Vampiric horses? Holy crap.

As soon as they saw June, they stopped talking. “June, this is Vladimir, who will help us,” said Wilona. "Nice to meet you, June Hanson," said the tall, skinny man next to Wilona. Vladimir was very pale skinned with blond hair which was also pale. Even though he was handsome, it was easy to guess that he was a vampire. From his clothes, Vladimir looked different from the vampires that Drake was chasing, he looked neat and classy. Like European royalty. "Nice to meet you too," June said, holding out her hand to shake Vladimir's. The man smiled politely.

Important Documents Regarding the Immortals By Koba Vampire Research & Data Agency (Koba VRDA) 1. Report in the "Modern Journal" newspaper by Nero Saputra Vampires, creatures that touted as captivating and immortal human images of the Indonesian version, began to emerge in 2018 ago. By the clergy vampire lovers, it is said that the physical appearance and habits of vampires are the same as those of Western vampires, only which they are resistant to sunlight and are stronger. However, what is Indonesian vampire actually?

The Ember Ghost opened his mouth and showed his sharp teeth before lowering her mouth to the exposed woman’s neck. The crowd watched in silence as the Ember Ghost appeared to suck the woman’s blood. The woman’s arms flailed weakly but her face looked serene, if not enjoying the experience. Then, the woman’s expression slowly changed into pain and she grimaced. She placed her arms around the Ember Ghost’s head weakly before dropping them weakly to her side. Then, the woman’s limp body slid out of view leaving the Ember Ghost standing. He wiped the remaining red stains from his mouth with a swipe of his arm before disappearing within the smoke that blew from across the float.

However, it could’ve just been me imagining things. I walked toward the table. The Vampire had a nose piercing and looked still quite young, but the wisdom in his dark eyes told me otherwise. His hair was styled in spikes and his face had a dark, mischievous smirk. The hunter on the other hand was an old looking man with grey hair and a potbelly. He had piercing grey eyes and a look of tiredness on his face. As soon as I reached the table the vampire sniffed and beamed. "A Veneziano. To what do I owe this pleasure?"

Havoc reigned down on the Howling warrior pack as out of the woods poured a flood of shadows swarming into the wolves with inhuman speed. As Malik was knocked away from Santos, one word vibrated through the pack link...."VAMPYRES!" Malik tried to bite the ugly man zapping around him, but all he could do was growl in frustration as the fiend smiled, taunting him. Then as quickly as they attacked, they disappeared..leaving dead and wounded pack members writhing on the dirt in agony. Malik turned back to Santos, ready to finish what he started, but all that remained where the wolf used to lay was a black piece of paper.

she asked, already bracing. I sipped my tea before answering. “Vampire.” Her eyebrows went up. “Like… full-on?” “Fangs, blood, eternal brooding. Yeah.” She leaned back on the couch and stared at the ceiling. “I knew he was weirdly intense.” “He’s also weirdly old.” That earned another laugh, shorter this time, but real. She rubbed her face with both hands. “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.”

"Where did you-" "Finally, I found it mate. Soul reaper is mine." Terry let out his usual dark chuckle. That knife is soul reaper. "Now, should I kill you first and then go for her next?" he asked Alex and his words rang through my mind a million times before it all came crashing down. Wait-wait, there is no way that this knife can kill a vampire right? It can't be, there is-

Among them, one individual stood out above the rest – Athdal, a young hybrid of vampire and werewolf blood. Athdal was a rare breed, born of a forbidden union between a vampire and a werewolf. His very existence defied the laws of nature, making him a target for both his own kind and those who sought to maintain the status quo. Yet, despite the dangers that surrounded him, Athdal had managed to carve out a life for himself in Orleana. He was the leader of a pack of hybrids, a group of individuals who, like him, bore the traits of both vampires and werewolves.