Age Of Blood Novels & Stories

Her red eyes flashed, they sniffed out the scent of fresh blood from the wound on Rula's leg. "After waiting for three hundred years, the vampire nation has finally found the sacred blood of immortality," he said, smiling triumphantly. Emer's blood is the sacred blood of immortality, in which in one century only one woman with the sacred blood of immortality will be born. The sacred blood of immortality smelled when its owner turned twenty-five years old. A quarter of a century, that's what the vampires say.

“This hasn’t ended with us.” “Okay.” I accepted, realizing that I also wanted him to do this to me again. A human and a vampire. Well, life was indeed crazily mysterious. “How old are you?” I asked a moment later. “Do you want to know my true age or this life’s own?” I considered for only half a beat, “this life’s own.” “I’m thirty three. You?” “I’m nineteen.” “Hm. Such a small human, but your blood is magical.” I felt his cock growing hard again, “I want to fuck you again, and drink your blood.”

But that’s not important. Except she asks me for our birthdays next. So I give them to her before asking for her own. “I turned twenty in September,” she admits before giving the day. “Are you intimidated by us being older?” I ask, teasing. She snorts. “Females are usually mated younger than the males in blood moon Pack. I had a friend who mated a male twice her age last year. Of course, he didn’t look older than thirty since we stop aging then.”

he explained while wiping some tears of laughter from his eyes. "I'm already 24, and my body is growing up, okay? We can die, of course, but only our flesh will decay, and we can be resurrected by using other pureblood blood," he said. I think my mind is about to explode already with all this learning in just one day. "Don't overthink about it, hahaha just remember that I'm just 24, and the twins are 19, the same age as you, and Darenn is four years old." I sighed as he said this. I thought they were already in their 90's.

"I don't care about them. All I care about is finding that mature clean-blooded human and regain my ability." There are different types of clean blood — infant, mature, and stale. Infant clean blood is from a human whose age ranges from months to one year old. While mature is from a teen to adult. And lastly, stale is from an old human being. Infant clean blood will not increase a vampire's ability but it will stop a vampire from aging. The mature clean blood has a delicious taste that will make a vampire stronger, younger and dominant among the rest. Stale clean blood is bitter and does not give you anything other than its disgusting taste. "That's impossible," Diego said, "We are all going

He finishes with a chuckle, making me frown in pure confusion. “What?” “He likes blood. – Hunter clarifies – It’s normal, trust me. The bloodlust should settle around the age of 5-6, but since he’s not a half-breed like me, it should be even earlier.” I listen attentively to every word, leaning against his side. “Oh…”

He must be filthy rich since he must have lived up to five hundred years. "Are you over 500 years old?" I inquire.I want to know whether I am getting kidnapped by an old vampire or a new one. “My blood isn't fresh, and besides, I was diagnosed with... ehm... blood cancer, which can be very dangerous when another person... takes my blood." "For anything,“ I stutter, trying to change his mind about whether he actually wants to feed on my poor blood. If he succeeds in eating my blood and killing me, who will then take care of my poor grandma? “What crap are you talking about?" I thought I was the only one that sucked at making plans; are you too? That idea of yours sucks. "Wait. You think I am

She tilted her chin toward the hallway and said, “See the door with the blue light over there? That’s a licensed blood donation center. It’s open twenty-four hours. Ma’am, you can sell your blood for some money.” She paused, her gaze settling back on my face, as if measuring my reaction. “Not only will it be enough to buy that box of medicine, but it might even help you chip away at whatever debt you’ve got on your credit card.” I didn’t want to sell my blood, but I wanted to survive. So, I had no choice. The needle pierced my skin, and I watched as my blood rushed through the clear plastic tube into the collection bag. The first bag filled quickly, and the machine let out a soft beep.

In the darkness, the silver-crystallized blood began to glow — faint but clear, like the heartbeat of a soul returning. The Age of Blood was not just the rise of a new empire. It was the summons of unrested souls, pulling all back to where the cycle began — Bloodroot Vale. And Valenfort, once again, braced for the coming bloodstorm.

She opens the book and a roach crawls out. I shriek, jerking my knees to my chest. Esme raises a brow. “You’re a wolf, and you’re scared of a roach?” “What’s a wolf without a wolf?” My smile is bittersweet. “Don’t do that,” she scolds. “You wolf will return. Now, when the rumours came, I consulted the books and some friends.” I try not to let my own thoughts scare me. “What did you find?” “You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.”