Blood Drinker New World Novels & Stories

she smiled and continued to finish her remaining meal. “Thank you.” I pulled apart the meat and took a bite, one after another. Basking myself on the taste and the flavors that played around my mouth. Trying to capture every bit of it, knowing that by morning there wouldn’t be any of this and we would be lucky if we are still given food to eat in the evening. The blood-drinkers are people of the unexpected, you couldn’t read them. There is no sense of certainty in them. The same way that it isn’t certain if we are still spared this peace of humanity until tomorrow. They could easily strip it away. They have taken everything from us, there is nothing else they couldn’t take that easily.

Those in the Vampdragon world are the only species known to leave their world at will without any problem, the other worlds don't have such access, as they lack in technology and other advanced equipment that would help in teleporting from their world. The Vampire Kingdom specifies their hunting and favorite worlds on Beast world, where they hunt beasts and the Dwarf world, where they get the gems and crystals that they obtained from the beasts, forged. Likewise, they go to the human world for bloods. They don't really go to other worlds like the Alien worlds, Virus worlds and so on, their base worlds are just three in total, just as it has been mentioned. But, when the vampires constantly s

Prince Evan butt in. "The mountain spirit said there's a bordello in the small community beyond this forest. There, we will find a man named Orion. We can ask him about a wine called Blood of the Wise. That is what we need to please the magical healer." "But wait. Bordello?" My brows furrowed when I realized what word was used. "Oh. Sounds like a good place." Prince Evan smirked. He exactly knows what to expect in that kind of place. Probably because he's a regular or what.

I held out my sliced palm, offering them the payment they demanded. "Drink," I commanded, my voice low and urgent. The Shadows converged on my outstretched hand, their dark forms swirling around my palm as they lapped up the blood with an otherworldly hunger. They drank until they were sated, and then I healed the wound, the flesh closing seamlessly as if the cut had never existed.

"What would you have done if I got bit?" "Don't worry you didn't," He said, opening his eyes then closing them again. "No, seriously come on, what if it did bite me?" I stared as he opened his eyes and gave me an apologetic smile. "...You are literally the only person I ever had in my life that cared and stayed. So, if you got bit, I'd either let you turn because I couldn't kill you and let you kill me, or I would kill you when you turn then I'd kill myself... I-I know it's not cool of me... A-And I know it's not right... But... what else would I have left? Ya know?" It sounded like he was about to cry but he kept talking

Christian I insist to you, I am not a devil. I needed to suck the blood from Donald’s veins, not just to curb my appetite and replenish my strength for the confrontation to come this night. Rapid exsanguination is a perfect, painless method of a mercy kill, the ideal technique to spare this unfortunate thrall hours of suffering and inevitable organ failure from that punctured lung and shattered spine I accidentally dealt him.

My fingers traced the cold rim of my blood chalice as I sipped, feeling the crimson fluid slide down my throat. stared at the ceiling, the cold air of the room seeping into my bones. The blood I drank tasted like wine, rich and thick. But I knew where it came from, those human servants locked away in the basement, their blood now a commodity. Velan made me drink it for amusement, to feed his sadistic desires. He’d kill them for sport, for no reason other than to watch me squirm. To watch me become something else, something he could manipulate and control.

She snapped her fingers again, and a suited man walked toward her with a bowl, while the first two pulled the man away. She opened the bowl and revealed the content inside, it was filled with blood. “Drink up…you will need your strength for what you are about to do.” She said to him and fed him the blood while he drank in small sips before it turned into large gulps.

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 his hand was an ornate goblet filled with a dark red liquid. I took the glass and immediately sensed the subtle, yet lethal, trace of silver dust within. The plan was a success. In full view of everyone, I slowly raised my glass, a graceful smile on my lips. “Thank you all for being here tonight. To the glory of the Nightshade Clan, and to peace and prosperity for the entire vampire world—cheers!” I drained the glass. A few seconds later, I gave a theatrical stagger, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and collapsed heavily onto the floor.