Age Of Blood Novels & Stories

I just hadn't anticipated that his bloodline would include my mate. Finding my mate had long ago left the forefront of my mind. At sixteen was the norm to find your mate because your wolf was the one who needed the companion the most. At eighteen was when I gave up. Now, at twenty-six, when I least expected to find her, she showed up. A half blood at that. I had never heard of a half blood Luna. Then again, I had never heard of a half blood female alpha and here we were.

Blood and Water is a story that points to a civil war in West Africa, Nigeria and the hovering hunger for survival by two teenage boys. Hope you enjoy. Completed version with no coins for now. Make sure you drop your reviews... *** Rumours of a War A proverb says that when it rains everyday, there is a bound of sorrow within the rain. Maybe we were not that rich but we were happy or we claimed to be. The only problem was that I was no longer in school. I think I liked it that way, school stress was so hard especially now that I was in the junior secondary.

This is the tale of the two bloodlines: the revered Originals and the eternally bound Turned. The Originals, known simply as 'vampires,' are the progenitors of the night, their bloodline pure and untainted by mortal fragility. These creatures of the dark possess a power so primal that it defies the natural order—they can walk under the sun, and can conceive life. An Original's womb can nurture an infant born of darkness, a being who will grow swiftly, their youth an intoxicating bloom that halts abruptly at the age of twenty. Yet, even as the centuries slip by like grains of sand through an eternal hourglass, these blood-sucking children of the night remain forever encased in the prime of th

I felt my cheeks heat, “I mean… I already messed up by spilling something on his suit.” “Ah, I see.” A warm smile spread across her face, “I don’t think you need to worry about that. He’s usually pretty chill about those kinds of things. Besides, from what I heard this morning, you are his…uh…blood vessel. Your job requirement isn't much for real. Just make sure you eat enough fruit so you won’t get anemic when you start serving him your blood.” My cheeks were crimson as I listened to her speak, “Oh… thank you, I guess.”

Before I get down the stairs, I mind-link the six wolf bloods coming out of their rooms to follow me and Gunner. Tell Kayleigh to call Gio and Gisella. Come downstairs but stay inside the manor. Unless I ask you to, do not come outside. Please keep Kayleigh safe. She can fight but the red wolves are rabid. Be alert. Be ready. Copy that. Got it. Will do. The wolf bloods in this wing are the youngest ones. They just got their wolves, and like Kayleigh, they just turned 18 recently. That’s why they were given the rooms near me, so I can better protect them.

“They’ve seen the Blood Shade. We can’t afford to risk the coven. They stay or they die.” Derek’s expression turned to complete disgust. “They can’t be any older than we were when we were turned.” “I know,” Lucas grinned, speaking as though it were the most amusing fact known to their kind. “They’re all seventeen.” “The knights and guards take them at that age, because as you know, blood tastes sweeter once they reach the fullness of their womanhood at eighteen,” Vivienne explained. Lucas scoffed at the notion. “Please. It’s all the same, but really, Derek, enjoy them. Just looking at them is already a feast. After the year ends, imagine all the wicked things you can do with them.”

She tries to hide a giggle, which loosens my own face up. “But there are several of the others who use the method of drinking from older cows to follow the age, and thereby stay in their identity for as long as possible. It's just not easy to control how much the blood affects you, they are not all healthy, right ? Then it is easier to stick to the young people all the time. And then I just can’t make myself look old". I shudder theatrically. "It's without piss, I lose my hair as soon as I turn 30 !" “What about animals ? Can't we just drink their blood ?"

"Another reason is that blood strengthens a vampire. If a vampire is badly hurt and cannot regenerate, blood can be used to jump-start their healing factor, thus saving their lives." "So vampires can die?" I blurt out. "Yes and no," he says as he shifts his gaze to me. "You see, there are two kinds of vampires, the pure-blooded and those that are turned into ones. Pure-blooded vampires are born as vampires and age until their mid-twenties or early thirties. From then on, they do not age unless they choose to do so, which, even if they do, which rarely ever happens, they age at a slow rate.

Emmet murmured more to himself than to us. “Want to share with us what you found?” Joseph asked, growing impatient with this waiting game. Emmet looked up at Joseph and then nodded as he looked at me. “It’s clear in these results that you do in fact have immortal blood,” Emmet explained. “What does that mean?” I asked, not sure I wanted to know the answer to that. “If I were to guess, I would say that once your full powers come in at the age of 25, you won’t age any further than that. Like a vampire and any other immortal being, you are not going to age. Killing you would be very difficult, in fact.”

I lean closer to her and whisper, “Why are they even eating? They can just survive on blood, right? You think they’re trying to just make us jealous?” Jesse bites back a smile. “Maybe.” I stare at Jesse’s face and try to gauge how old she is. She’s skinny, probably underweight, but her face is round which makes her look younger. She has a smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks that match her dark brown eyes. It’s hard to guess her age, but I’m guessing it could be anywhere from eighteen to twenty-two. Glancing back at the Blood Takers, I see they’re busy eating. They’re having bottles of blood with the meat. I’ve heard the vampires sometimes mix blood into wine to preserve the blo