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Skull And The Fangs The dark night 2
At the Western part of the castle, Hector and Kylian's side.Bodies flashed around the hall as the vampires battled Hector and Kylian, slashing and lashing at them, aiming to kill them.Hector growled loudly in pains as another claw slash appeared on his back.He turned to retaliate but the vampire was gone and another was heading for him, he couldn't even react when a kick slammed into his chest.Hector groaned as he fell to the ground. He turned Kylian who was fighting with a speed that clearly matched the vampires'.Like the vampires who were all turned by Akotal, a Primordial vampire, Kylian was also turned by a vampire of a clan of Primordial Vampires, the Skulls. So their strength is on the same level, unlike Hector who was turned by a vampire.However,Bang!Kylian was sent flying across the hall. Hector's eyes followed Kylian's body as it slammed hard against the gold-lined wall. Quickly, he sprung to his feet and rushed to Kylian's side.His fearful eyes glanced back at the
Skull And The Fangs Human blood.
There was a lot of screaming. He couldn't bear it anymore. He has to go there. He has checked it out.He had been tracing it from like a mile away and now he's here. He turned into a corner and what he saw next made him hate himself.A man, a vampire, had a woman in his grip with his teeths in her neck as he sucked life out of her. The woman could only shake in the grip of her death as the blood in her system reduced, by the second.The vampire lifted his face from the woman's neck. His red eyes gazed at the person before him, then a grin broke out of his bloody lips. "Oh, Clawe. Come and have a taste.""No, no. Don't bother." Clawe replied. He could feel his stomach churn at the blood that sipped out of the punctured neck of the woman but he looked away."My pleasure." Clawe made to step out of the place but he bumped into a chest. "Sorry." He quickly apologized."Look who we have here." The English was heavy with Spanish accent.Clawe lifted his gaze and he saw who it's. His eyes
Skull And The Fangs Caught
He groaned, staggering to his feets. His eyes were slightly blurry and his senses are weak but he could still recognise where he is despite that it's blurry.Papa Ruiz's shop.A grunt left his mouth along with a grimace as a migraine struck his forehead hard.Like a wave of light passing by, the migraine stopped and his vision returned too.He lifted his hand to move his long silver hair from his face and then he saw something that made him halt.Blood.On seeing the blood on his hands, he gasped in shock, his eyes widening with seconds.He scented it and he knew it.Human blood."What the hell?" He cursed as he moved backwards still surprised at how he got blood on his hands.He stepped on something and almost fell but he was able to scramble back his stance.He looked down and his face turned ugly.Around him was blood, allover the interior of the shop. The wall had splashes smearing it. On the floor was blood too, forming a pool. Clawe couldn't believe his eyes when his gaze fell
Skull And The Fangs A fresh start.
The oceans clashed and the birds from the receding woods shrieked as they flew by.A lone tent was in the middle of shore and the woods, blocked from the busy harbor of the seaside city by a large rock.Inside the tent.Amidst the searing pain that seemed to possess a power that burned through his veins like a hot brand of metal, Clawe's eyes fluttered open.The brown old view of a tent was the first thing he saw, the lantern burning softly gave the enclosed place a light. He sat up, wiping to a side his scattered, now clean, silver hair. Must have been washed clean when he was in the ocean. The clashes of the waters that reach his ears, making him realize he hasn't gone far.His coat is no more, only his baggy pants remained.But where is this place?His eyes moved around. Apart from the lantern, only a leather bag could be seen.The remaining space of the not so large tent is unoccupied. A temporary stay- he guessed.The early yellow sun casted inwards beyond the small opening of
Skull And The Fangs 200 years later
New Amsterdam is now New York.Late in the Autumn night, Kylian was in his library.The place where he spends many of his time, in the middle of maps he had drawn, sketches that pronounced his past, beside a shelf that held scrolls, books and documents that contains elixirs, that had dark histories and unnatural backstories.Before him was his heavy, thick and old diary. On the diary, his pen danced."No hunters. No vampires hunting me. No frenzy. No massac-" Memories flashed in his head and the pen shook along with his pale white hand, making him stop for a while. Then he continued on a new line. "No running around.""The longest rest I ever had, it is. It felt like paradise."Kylian finalised the scribble in his diary and dropped the pen.Right from behind him, Heald appeared.He licked the blood stain in his hand. It belongs to his last prey.He never finds it difficult to drink human blood, something Kylian tried his best to restrict himself from."Hey, man," Heald's voice came
Skull And The Fangs Flowing blood, hunters call to duty.
Somewhere around Caucasian sea.Centuries ago.The villagers roared music into the air.They rejoiced that the war ended in their victory.The chief laughed good-naturedly as he addressed his warriors. They had all worked hard and we're able to stop the bandits disturbing them.The bandits that their empirical government couldn't get rid off.But the chief knew for sure who the honor belonged to. It's none other than Eleodore, son of Marcus.Everybody rejoiced and hopped around bonfires and heavily beat drums.It's a good day.Eleodore, the man in question, was away from the village square. Away from the loud yells of excitement and the bangs of drums.His chest was bare and his sword dangled at the waist of his armor pants.Gazing at the full silvery moon, the color of his ponytailed hair, he slowly settled his butts under the green olive tree.Alone, he appraised the glimmering moon, the green terrain around and the pine forest far in the west.Then all of the sudden, he heard loud
Skull And The Fangs The frenemy
Night Hills stood erect on its feet, it's forest deep and haunting.…The Archipelago…Deep in the cloak of towering pines, humongous woods and crawling plants that twirl like snakes, were the fleets of dark caves, the way in, bent and almost invisible.Inside one of the caves, dimly lit, was the Casal leader, Caius.Bones the old was there with him too.Caius held up the Argus, a knife that symbolizes the Casal coven and the leadership of Caius.With this knife, who every vampire under Caius is will be revealed. And thus every danger will be known beforehand.After the meeting days ago, he had decided to look into the two hundred and fifty years old vampire, Kylian.That's the age Kylian claimed and he believed it.He needed to look into his possible future.And that is what Bones the old is born for.Every born vampire has special abilities and Bones' own is the ability to see what the possible future of anybody is.But it comes with a cost. Every time he sees a future, his age is sh
Skull And The Fangs Secrets, lotta secrets.
A full silvery moon, beautiful yet melancholy, drooped from the night sky.It looked more like a haunted abode deep in the Night Hills. The foliages hunkered tight overhead, making the forest darker than the deepest depth of the sea and silent as the graveyard.The rustling of dry leaves emanated.A figure in a beige cloak emerged. His steps are casual.It's Heald.Under the shadows of the night, he walked.He had told Kylian not up to a day ago that he's going out. But now he's already coming back.A swoosh made him stop.His brows furrowed. 'What's that?'His eyes glowed red as he activated his vampire abilities.His ears caught sounds of spiders threading their cocoon nearby. His eyes pierced through the dark like it's the day and he saw clearly all that's around him.He found nothing. His spiked alertness relaxed and he returned to his normal self.But he still feels uneasy. Even though it's not like the earlier.He continued his walk.But things are not the same anymore. The t
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