Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

The rain stopped at night, and the cold wind blew wantonly on the circular square in front of the Pope's Palace in Pergata, passing through countless columns and palace corridors, constantly making terrifying sounds.

After all, this small war between humans and blood races ended with the victory of blood races. Noelle's small kingdom is the only spark on this continent, and if it is snuffed out, in many people's eyes, it will also snuff out human beings. The last bit of self-respect and unyielding.

When the thing called the bomb came out, it did scare some vampires, including Huxlet. After all, no human being has ever been able to kill a vampire head-on.

Before dawn, after winning a battle and changing into his nightgown under the service of his servants, His Royal Highness the ex-Prince Hezlet Lesenbulla happily enjoyed a cup of sweet and fresh blood, and was about to make a beautiful white Day dream.The quilt is soft, the flames of the fireplace make the room dry and warm, and the misty water vapor on the glass windows makes Heslet feel beautiful and peaceful. He leans on the bedside, picks up a collection of poems, and prepares to read aloud A poem he likes expresses Peng Bai's emotions that fill his heart.The maid filled the empty glass with the remaining blood in the jug, added two small lemon cakes to the plate, and was about to pick up the tray and leave.

He put on the unnecessary gold-rimmed glasses with a sense of ritual, and was about to open the book when a black figure quickly crashed into the huge flower window of the bedroom, smashed the glass, and rushed straight to Heslet who was leaning on the head of the bed. , he raised his head, his red pupils shrank in fear, but it was too late to dodge, the black shadow smashed him into the soft feather pillow, blood and glass shards fell all over the ground, and the cold wind swept in immediately, engulfing the shattered The white catkins——when, it snowed outside.

Countless snowflakes fluttered down on the dark red carpet, and the thick black velvet curtains fluttered and danced.

The tray in the maid's hand was overturned, and after seeing the scene in front of her clearly, she let out a tragic scream.

It was the corpse of a young man with limp and twisted limbs, a big hole in his chest, and his heart disappeared. Bloodstains spilled from the floor of the window to the dark yellow brocade quilt of the bed. He had round stools with both eyes, a frightened expression, and a pointed mouth representing his identity. Teeth protruding - he's a vampire!

Heslet angrily lifted the corpse that was pressing down on him, and was about to get up to check the situation, when a long figure appeared at the head of the bed, crushed his shoulder with one foot, and instantly pressed him back to the bed, with The huge force that almost crushed his bone marrow filled the whole room with coercion, his pupils dilated, he was terrified and unable to move!Before he had time to react, he heard the cracking sound of his shoulder blades shattering, echoing so crisply and slowly in his brain, the bones pierced his strong muscles and tough skin, and blood splashed onto his pale and distorted face superior.

It was a foot wearing a black calfskin shoe, with a strange shape, which he had never seen before. On the top was a thin ankle, wrapped in thin black socks, and then a trouser leg made of expensive and fine fabrics that was straight and well-disappeared The real king, Winston Rancher Toledo Vanjo, looked down at him condescendingly, his deep black eyes were like the cracks of hell, and the flickering golden lights were like flames of lava.

Heslet feels that the deepest part of his soul has been seen through, his past and present, his past and present, everything about him from childhood to adulthood, remembered or not, from the first sight of birth, to The heart-pounding first time, from the first fight, to the first concealment... that power was like ice freezing a river, slowly and mercilessly squeezing and crushing his soul, letting him know that offending the true king would definitely lead to death.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

In fact, no matter how rude they are behind the scenes, as long as the real king appears in front of them, the level derived from blood and power will make them submissive and respect unconsciously, because it comes from instinctive fear.

He only had time to say three words before he was mentioned by Winster, and he teleported out of the room and rushed to the dungeon.

All the vampires along the way fled or dodged in fear, like frightened sheep, and no one dared to stop the real king from acting.

The jailer felt a breeze passing by in front of his eyes, and the thick iron gate of the prison collapsed. He hurried over to check the situation, but his heart stopped in fright, and he stood there dumbfounded, not daring to move.When he came back to his senses, there was no one in the dark cell, only His Royal Highness Prince Heslet was left with a distorted body.

It's snowing outside and it's almost dawn.

Winston returned to his manor with blue smoke. It used to be extremely luxurious, the mansion was beautiful and magnificent, the rooms and halls were magnificent, woven with gold and brocade, and countless servants came and went, proud of it, but now it is dilapidated , cobwebs are everywhere, and wild cats live among them.

The body in his arms was getting colder and colder. Winster was extremely anxious. He hugged him tightly and went to the bedroom. He found wood and lit the fire to warm the room.

No longer self-cultivation and elegance, wearing a well-cut black suit, but with a tall and stooped body, sitting on the old sofa with a broken lover who is on the verge of death, and finally couldn't help crying out, the pain pierced his heart.

"Winster..." Lan Yan opened his eyes.

"I'm here." The real king said.

"I knew it was you, only you will save me." He said weakly.

Winston couldn't hold back his tears any longer. "I'm going to kill those people! I'm going to kill those people! I'm going to kill those people!"

Lan Yan raised her hand with difficulty and stroked his cheek. "Don't cry, I'll wait for you, won't I?"

"Hold me for the first time," he said.

Winston took his slender hand and kissed it, gazing at him affectionately.

"I thought that old fellow Huslett would hug me for the first time, but I didn't expect him to want to kill me, ah, this group of despicable and dark guys, and Gusjoy, that villain looks proud, hate It makes my teeth itch, and Bowick, and Kieran, and many people..." He complained in detail. "I remember it all clearly."

"Well, kill them all." His Majesty the True King said dotingly.

Lan Yan stretched out her index finger to touch his lips, and said seriously: "I will do it myself."

"Good," Winston said.

The first embrace is painful for human beings, and the desire to change the body is accomplished through the invasion of blood from the vampire. The human beings in the first embrace will exchange blood with the vampires. Before, allowing him to drink his own blood, the first embrace ceremony was completed.

When vampires suck human blood, the saliva containing hallucinogenic and confusing toxins will make humans feel happy and let them get whatever they want.

So even human beings who died of excessive blood sucking still have a smile or a peaceful and comfortable expression on their faces.

But human beings have sucked the blood of vampires. Generally speaking, if they just drink the blood of vampires lightly, human beings will die. The power of vampires comes from their blood, and the power of foreign races will naturally kill that human being.

The First Embrace is only complete if the vampire also sucks that human and exchanges blood according to the ancient First Embrace ritual.

Winston lowered his head, bared his fangs, and bit down on the man's slender, pale neck.

Lan Yan let out a muffled snort, her body trembled, her eyes became dim and confused, and a dazed expression appeared on her face.

With the loss of blood, his breathing became short and chaotic, his thin chest heaved violently a few times, and then weakened, his body became colder and colder, as if all the temperature had been sucked out, and frost spread from his fingers, Invading every blood vessel, rushing to the heart...

A few minutes later, Winston raised his head. His pale skin, stained with scarlet blood, looked even more seductive and dangerous.

He bit open the blood vessels in his wrist, causing the blood to drip onto Lan Yan's pale lips and slip between his teeth.

Lan Yan poked out the tip of his tongue and licked it lightly, then opened his eyes wide. The instinct of survival gave him strength, and he grabbed Winster's wrist and started to suck.

It was crazy at first, like a person who was extremely hungry, gobbling it up, too much blood slipped from both sides of his mouth, and even made him cough, but he still held on to Winster's wrist tightly, like grabbing a life-saving hand. straw.

Soon after, the alien blood that entered the human body burned.He began to feel warmth, like the embrace of an elder when he was young.The warmth made him even more eager to drink the vampire's blood.The warmth dissipated the cold from his stomach bit by bit, he felt his body gradually filled with strength, and his heart beat faster.Then the warmth intensified, the vampire's blood seemed to turn into fiery magma, scorching every inch of his flesh and bones, invading every organ and cell of him, changing every inch and every inch of his body.It is to die first and then to be born.

Lan Yan let go of Winster's wrist in pain, curled up and howled.

Winston hugged him tightly to prevent him from hurting himself.

He watched his nails sharpen, saw his fangs grow, watched him go from dying to full of strength.My heart is full of tender emotions, like a trickle of water, I just want to hold him like this forever.

He knew that his blood was changing this man's body, making him grow and renew him, something he'd always wanted to do, which meant they were closer, had a real bond, could stay by his side forever .

The extremely weak newborn who is undergoing transformation, if no one protects him at this time, anyone can kill him.

The transformation time varies from person to person, some people need a long time, while others can complete the transformation in less than half an hour.The transformation will consume all the strength of the newborn. If they cannot replenish their strength, they will fall back into a deep sleep until their strength is restored before they can wake up.

Lan Yan opened his eyes, an ominous red flashed in those silver pupils, he glanced at Winster, and was about to doze off weakly again.

There was no food here that could replenish the strength of his newborn offspring, Winston bit his healed wrist again and kissed it.