Blood Domination Novels & Stories

In the blinding brightness of the room, the blood looked unnaturally dark, almost black. "There is a beautiful vulnerability to the human body," the Director said. He sounded entirely conversational, his voice smooth and untroubled over the sound of my ragged, choked breathing. "We think we're so strong, so invincible when we're running through the shadows. But we're really just water, bone, and nerves. And nerves, Elara, are so incredibly easy to manipulate. They are the ultimate biological design flaw."

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Dominic growled. The documents in front of him told the same story Faro just did, but he didn’t want to believe it. He was pissed that Eris kept his problems to himself. Dominic would have helped him, he’d always help all of them, blood was blood and they were bound by it. They all had the middle name ‘Rose’ for a reason. It was their mother’s maiden name and for them it was as strong as the blood that made them family.

The crimson liquid pooled effortlessly, dark and shimmering in the dim light, completing the ritual's first step. It was then that I noticed Dominic's reaction, subtle at first—a twitch in his jaw, a faint clench in his fists—but unmistakable. Blood. He hadn’t tasted a single drop since we traveled back through time, and now it was affecting him. His skin, once smooth and unblemished, seemed almost translucent, a rawness creeping across his features. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, making them appear hollow, while his veins bulged horrifically beneath his skin, writhing like some caged beast desperate for release.

I shake my head, “you would suffer beyond your imagination.” He laughs taking my hands and pulling me up as he stands, he wraps his arms around my waist, “never going to happen little dove, you will be the only she-wolf carrying our heirs,” he leans over and kisses my lips tenderly. He pulls away, “is that everything?” I shake my head and look up at him, “the DeLuca bloodline has many gifts, the males have one trait that we are aware of, mind manipulations, they are stronger than normal, but not as strong as the females in the bloodline.”

The heir of the Howe family, the infamous 'venomous snake' Zach Howe, was the only man who held sway in both the underworld and high society. However, for some reason, he became obsessed with me and would not let go. I had once asked him about it. Back then, Zach sat on the sofa with his gaze fixed on me. As he exhaled a cloud of smoke, his striking features looked even more unreal in the haze. He said, "There's no reason. I just like you."

“You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.” “Moonblood?” She nods. “Yes. The first of their kind was born under a red moon. It altered their chemistry, from what I read. Their powers are similar to the moon goddess.” My heart sinks to the pit of my stomach, chest tightening. “What happened to them?” “They were wiped out.” She flips the page. “These clan of wolves didn’t live among regular wolves because they were hated, envied for their strength. We heard that regular wolves tipped off human hunters, and every single one was killed.”

“That's a nice thought, but you'll never do that. You’ll fight with the vampires.” “Why? Because you’ll order me to do it?” He shook his head. “No. Because you’re not human anymore…you’ll end up going where your blood goes, it’s our nature.” “My father is human, and I have his blood too.” “Not anymore you don’t … I drained you, remember – my blood is your blood.” “What does that mean? My blood is your blood?” “The vampire blood ties are stronger than any human familial ties, it overrides any human bonds you might have had.”

"Food will be here any time now" "They will starve us until we swore allegiance to them" Daren said. He is a unique Badblood; he will become what he touched. If he touched a rock, his body will turn to rock. Though Mira didn't saw him transform into one, just thinking of it gave her chills. Daren on the other hand has very manly features: hard muscles, a clean cut hair, a beard, and a strong black eyes. His lips is tiny and his nose is extremely long but in a handsome way.

Mandy took them, looked through them, slapped the table, and said, "Ken, what's the meaning of this? Do you think you've done nothing wrong when the blood bank of a big hospital like yours doesn't have enough blood?" "Mrs. Jameson, you realize that your daughter has an Rh-negative blood type, right?" Mandy froze. "So what?" "Rh-negative blood type is rare. We have every blood type in our blood bank, but our Rh-negative blood type reserves will never be enough. We've even requested more blood bags from the nearest hospital as per the procedure. It's our standard procedure and the fastest way. Our doctors and nurses handled it very well." "But Dolly's leg is crippled!"

I looked at the clock, it was seven in the evening right now and I have no idea if he left in the afternoon or in the evening before I came back. I slumped against the couch’s back and pursed my lips. Oh God please! Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, PLEASE! Let him come home with a blood bag! Or please make sure he doesn’t drink directly from the person! Please! A royal blood like Quincy is special. If he drinks directly from a person, his fangs have an aphrodisiac effect that also gives the other person a weird sense of pleasure that helps move to the next phase and have sex so please!