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.

Jacques slumped in his chair, his eyes fixed on the mansion across the street. He'd been cooped up in this shithole apartment for days, watching this bastard's place like a hawk. The monotony was driving him insane.

He scratched his stubbled chin, muttering to himself, "Fucking hell, how long is this gonna take?"

The opulent mansion stood there, mocking him with its grandeur. It wasn't just big; it was a goddamn monument to excess. Jacques had seen billionaire cribs on holovids before, but this? This was next-level rich.

"What's your game?" he mumbled, reaching for a stale sandwich. "Vampire sugar daddy?"

The thought made him snort. Sure, being undead for centuries probably helped pad the bank account. Plenty of time for investments, or maybe some good old-fashioned robbery and murder. Who gave a shit, really?

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