Blood Drinker New World Novels & Stories

“The Black Blood, the hybrid lineage of Lilith and Draven. At last, it awakens.” Evelyn opened her eyes. Humanity was gone. Her voice came out raw, inhuman: “You wanted a purge of blood?... Let me oblige.” A wave of crimson burst outward. Dozens of hunters were hurled back, weapons melting in their hands. The ground itself turned scarlet. Adrian lunged toward her, grabbing her arm. “Eve! Stop! You’re not a monster!” “Get out of here!” she screamed, shoving him away. “I can’t control it!”

On some occasions the rare ones where I wasn’t driving I scratched the itch hard enough to draw blood, but instead of the flies, maggots and eggs I expect to fly out I was just met with a dark red and the sweet metallic scent of blood , the wound wouldn’t even I just watch it flow and dry up, before it scabs and the wound heals all in a second. That’s new, I whispered under my breath. I had seen so much supernatural things online, I knew that they were real no matter how people would think they were fake, I just felt something in me say it was all real, so nothing shocked me. What took me by surprise was the possibility that I was one of the supernatural creatures talked about in blueit circ

I had no magic to fight with. "Use one of the dead witch's blood," Kristoff said, making a strange suggestion, and I did not know what he was thinking, but I went for it. The witch I was attracted to was not dead but was on her way. The moment my wolf touched her, I felt her magic and blood drain into me, and I suddenly felt like I did when I pulled on Desiree's magic, only that this was my magic. I felt the life force of every blood member, and I realised what had happened to me. I moved toward Maria and sent a blast towards her ash mass. It was forceful enough to release Desiree from its grip. Their cover over the atmosphere had reduced. So I pushed harder, allowing Desiree time to gather

So I grabbed my teddy bear and walked down the stairs. When I came into the kitchen, I didn't saw my daddy and my mommy standing there, arguing and fighting. I just saw my mommy laying on the floor in a puddle of blood. The red liquid was coming out of her belly and flooded around her. Her eyes were wide open and her brown hair had become red of her blood. I whispered her name and grabbed her hand as I knelt next to her. The tears were falling down my cheeks like a waterfall. Her blood was now on my white pajamas. My hands were painted with her blood as I tried to shake her awake.

She was drained. For a long, horrifying moment — nothing. Then— A shudder. A groan. Fin's lips moved, parting just enough to taste her blood. Then he gripped her wrist— and drank. Hard. A sound escaped him, half-growl, half-moan. His throat moved as he swallowed, again and again. Nova had already lost a lot of blood from that thing taking it. She felt light-headed but didn't waver. She blinked, the world spinning as warmth flooded from her veins into him. His hand held her steady, possessive even in weakness.

A giant, dark tower was rising out of the earth where there had been none before. ​"The Pale King," Kael whispered, his grip tightening on his sword. "He didn't wait for your blood. He’s started the ritual without it." ​Seraphina looked at her hands. The violet glow was fading, replaced by a sharp, angry red. ​"He's not using my blood," she said, her voice turning cold. "He’s using the souls of the village. My village.

“Where did the blood come from?” She shakes her head. “It’s not what you think, MILO.” “It’s not?” “No.” “What is it, then?” She sighs again. “I don’t want to tell you,” she admits. “You’re scaring me.” She nods. “I was doing blood magic.” I freeze. “What?” “For the baby, MILO.” “Blood magic?” I can’t believe what I’m hearing. “You’re doing Moon Drinker magic?” “You know what WILDER taught us,” she says. “What makes it evil is that the Moon Drinkers use other people’s blood. I’m just using my own.”

The thick, dark primordial blood of a century-old vampire welled from the deep cut. "Drink, Brynn," Riheirk commanded, his voice raw and desperate as he pressed his bleeding wrist firmly against her lips. "Drink from me. Let my blood purge the poison. Accept it, sweetheart, please." Brynn’s jade eyes flickered. Driven by her own fading strength and the desperate, triumphant internal screaming of Solar, her jaw parted. She bit down lightly on his wrist, her lips drawing the heavy, white-hot furnace of his primordial blood into her system.

I waited a moment and then said loud enough for all to hear, “You are free to feed off whatever blood source you desire, as long as you take only what the source can afford to spare. We do not kill and we try not to traumatize. You have the ability to ensorcell. I hope you use it after you feed. If you can tolerate animal blood, I strongly suggest you switch to it. The less we are exposed to the humans, the better our chances of staying under the radar.” “Aren’t we going to battle?” asked a disappointed male. “I believe we are,” I replied. “Then, why do we need to stay under the radar?” someone asked. “It’s always best to stay behind the scenes when you’re dealing with crazies such as thos

“Don't act surprised.” He approached slowly. Predatory. The baby in my arms was sniffed by him as he used his fingers to touch it. "The Alpha Luna's blood.". There is no entropy to be found in these two... They are strong, I said, but fragile.... “Not for long.” Dante lifted his arms as if in prophecy as they approached the Death Pack. "We are feeding the prophecies tonight." Using stolen blood, we create new gods tonight.” An upbeat noise caused the stone walls to vibrate.