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When Blood Runs Cold

[MATURE CONTENT] A vampire's love is a dangerous thing. Beautiful and fiery, dangerous and domineering. A perfect lover, and, a perfect killer... 'A vampire is the world's perfect predator,' I was once told. 'Seduce you with a smile, a wink, a caress of your cheek, a kiss on your lips. Then they will rip your wings off with their bare hands, leave you flightless; yet in their tight embrace of death, enchanted, you would not even struggle. Not even as they drained each thick drop of blood from your pulsing veins. Vampires are as masterful as they are cruel, they would like nothing greater than to play the overlord in a game of life and death, of love and lies. To them, you are a trifle, a plaything to tempt and toy with. If you think you are anything more, then you have already fallen for their trap.' If this is true, it would take him little under an hour to have me dead. I should have been dead weeks ago. Maybe, I already am.

Wolfgirl1215 · Fantasy
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289 Chs

Lets forget about things for a second

Taking a quick interlude, Soren kneels down to the ground, his fingers drifting across the floor as he raises coiling shadows from the earth in plumes of billowing black smoke. The shadows take form, condensing and winding around his fingers as they rise with him, chasing around his body as they formulate the appearance of two red-eyed dogs. 

No, I correct myself, looking over their shaggy fur and big hulking muscles, amazed by the sheer power that ripples through their quivering black bodies.  Not dogs, wolves.

But that doesn't seem to matter as he closes his eyes, a rush of wind tousling his hair upwards as he reaches out before him, before plucking a piece of paper from thin air.

The three of us watch, amazed, mouths open as if even after everything that has happened, we still never cease to be amazed by the capabilities of his powers, or the extent of his greatness.