Blood Drinker New World Novels & Stories

But their pack, and the lives of their children, were in danger. One night, sat beneath the pale light of the full moon, Alpha Hematu and Luna Mitena made the exchange. They cut across their marking spots, and they drank from each other’s wounds. Initially, they were both disgusted; to drink another’s blood is unnatural, and they could feel its wrongness as it filled their mouths. But they swallowed, and then it happened.

Dexter said while he collected his portion excitedly from me "Disgusting, how do you guys drink human blood, without feeling irritated? Jessy asked turning her face away while we consumed our most precious "Seriously? This is our main feed, vampires of the old world can't do without it, they usually fight with Elves and Sphinx just to drain their blood, cause they can't resist the urge unlike us, some even die in the process, it gives us more strength, when we drink blood, we can last 3-4 days straight without food & water" Tessy replied while she drank hers' We all finished our blood consumption, then we thought about the departure of Linx, as we don't know his whereabout, dark cloud had co

It was strictly forbidden by the pack rules for any werewolf to remain in their tents during the morning work hours. _But who cares? The rules were meant for others, not me._ My name is Samantha Emberwood. I was born half-werewolf, half-nymph, under a special lineage of wolf known as Purebred. Unlike others of my kind who have the ability to transform and communicate directly with their wolves, Purebreds possess the ability to separate from their inner wolf, creating a special bond that grants us control and mastery over their abilities. In the entire Dawn Runner pack, I'm the only one born with the Purebred Bloodline. Rumor has it that I inherited my abilities from my birth mother. But the

While she stood there wondering what to do next. Then it came across her mind to make use of her powers to control them since she had not started transforming yet like them because she was still too young but she has the blood in her vain, which means she can communicate with them through her eyes and can make them calm down to listen, command them to do as she pleases. Finally, she was able to control them down to the basement and cage them in there and went to bed wondering how she would look like when transforming into a werewolf.

I asked as I cocked my head to the side and smiling, “Baby is hungry.” The hunter was about to scream when I took over his mind and ordered him to shut up. Making his body move and kneel. I grab his hair and pull his head to the side. I couldn’t wait anymore. So piercing his skin, I drink his blood. Every drop an ecstasy. Throwing his cold and lifeless body to the side, I lick my fingers and stand up. Deciding to head back. I walk with a smile. That was an excellent lunch. Reaching the palace garden, I see Nikolas running my way.

Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans. Frey could only eat something fresh, such as fresh animal blood or flesh. Of course including human blood. However, Frey can eat certain human foods. Frey also said that she had never sucked directly from a human. The first human to be sucked in directly by Frey was me. Because Frey was of pureblood, she could go days without drinking blood. "Then, when we met that night, at the foot of the hill, why were you covered in blood?" I asked Frey, in a cautious tone.

With his right he drew the bone dagger from her belt. The pack stilled. He pressed the blade to his palm. A single bead of blood welled, dark against his skin. He offered his hand to her. Ashley took it. She turned his palm upward, then drew the blade across her own, a swift shallow line. Their blood mingled as she pressed her palm to his. The bond flared white hot, flooding her with images: snow and fire, running paws, howling at stars, pups tumbling in spring grass, an endless line of wolves stretching back through centuries.

About one month passed by. One day Madarshi suudenly out of the blue told me, “Brother, let’s go.” I asked him where to and he replied, “We’re going to Japan to carry out our first mission as devils. And our target, it’s the ‘agent scum’ of Japan.” Then I remembered about the agent scum. Mr. Jihad gave that name to those who took orders from any of the five great nations and carry out that order. No one knows the identity of the ‘agent scum’ and because of them a lot of innocents died in the World War III and people are still suffering. Madarashi had recognized them as his first enemies for elimination. But then I asked how he will find out the identity of that agent scum and in reply he sai

Alice whispered, her voice trembling. Elara hesitated, her fingers brushing the pendant at her throat, her eyes distant with a sadness that made Alice’s chest ache. “Because I’ve been where you are,” she said, her voice low, almost a whisper. “Torn between worlds, between hearts.” She stepped closer, her hand hovering near Alice’s, not touching but close enough to feel the warmth. “I was born under a blood moon, Alice. My mother was a healer, my father a rogue wolf. They thought they could live between worlds, but the packs came for them. Crimson Moon burned our village when I was twelve, left me with nothing but this.” She held up her palm, revealing a faint scar, jagged like a claw mark. “

I flew backward, my back hitting the concrete pillar with a sickening crunch. I dropped my rifle. The air was gone from my lungs, my vision swimming with black spots. The Enforcer stood over me, his violet eyes cold and devoid of anything resembling mercy. “You are a baseline human,” he vibrated, the sound rattling my teeth. “You are a structural flaw in the new world. You will be removed.” He raised his arm, his fingers glowing with a concentrated violet light. I knew what was coming. He was going to hit me with a focused acoustic pulse that would turn my internal organs into jelly.