EM_Griffin

It’s the year 3101.

Kazuo Tanaka, an investigative journalist from Tokyo, arrives in Paris to expose the corruption of a powerful politician. However, his investigation takes a deadly turn when Morrigan, a vampire, warns him of a sinister plot. Pursued by vampire clans eager for his unique blood—blood that can kill vampires—Kazuo’s life hangs in the balance.

As Morrigan, her fiery familiar Siobhán, and Kazuo face off against the ruthless Marquis of the vampire clan “Les Ombres Sanglantes” and the enigmatic Comtesse of the clan “Les Gardiens de la Nuit”, they uncover a web of intrigue and danger.

In a world where trust is scarce and enemies lurk in every shadow, Kazuo must navigate the treacherous landscape of vampire politics while fighting to save his own life.

Together, they must battle an army of vampires, werewolves, cyborgs, confront their deepest fears, and one of them must make the ultimate sacrifice.

If you're looking for a hardcore heavy action,  cool car chases, lots of guns, no harem, realistic themes, and an MC that's not in highschool, this novel is for you.

Morrigan: Year 3101.

Colette stepped out of the elevator onto the 42nd floor of the DST headquarters. The place was a zoo, as usual. Agents scurried around like rats in a maze, their holo-screens flickering with data streams and target profiles.

"Merde," she muttered, dodging a junior analyst who nearly plowed into her.

The kid mumbled an apology then continued on.

She made her way to her desk, weaving through the floor and plopped down in her chair. Her terminal lit up, recognizing her bio-signature.

"Morning, sunshine," drawled Renard from the adjacent desk. "You look like shit."

"Fuck off," Colette replied, not bothering to look at him. She pulled up her case files, scrolling through the latest intel dumps.

"The usual. Chasing leads, busting heads. You know how it goes."

"Yeah, I know. Speaking of which, you hear about the Marseille op?"

Colette paused over the holo-keys. "What about it?"

Chapter 72