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.

A boot connected with Jacques' bedroll, jolting him awake. His hand shot to his injured arm, pain flaring from the sudden movement.

James stood over him, holding a dented metal cup. Steam rose from whatever was inside. "Got you breakfast."

He blinked, his mind still caught between the dream and reality. The tent's canvas walls filtered the morning light, filling everything in a dirty gray. "What time is it?"

"Early enough. UN trucks came before dawn," James pushed the cup into Jacques' hands. "Drink it while it's hot."

"Soup. Better than the shit we've been eating." James settled onto a crate, his own cup balanced on his knee. "They brought medical supplies too. Might want to get that arm looked at."

Jacques sniffed the liquid. It smelled like vegetables, or what passed for them. "UN's here now?"

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