Blood Fiend Novels & Stories

Hence, he changed the subject of the conversation and said, "What did you see just now? You look visibly terrified, and it’s like you’ve seen something worse than a ghost.” Fane could not help but gulp upon recalling what he saw. “You are right about one thing: it’s scarier than a ghost. I saw an extremely powerful martial artist, and I also saw a mythical beast, the owner to this drop of blood. I saw the exchange between those two. Unexpectedly, the mythical beast’s blood also contains the memory of the beast.”

Best regards, mom and dad. Alexis, who finished reading the contents of the third diary, suddenly gasped and fell silent. Alexis was very surprised by what her parents wrote in the third diary there. Alexis has to choose between two life choices. First, live as a pure blooded vampire hunter who can die at any time. Or secondly, live as a vampire who is also a pure blood vampire hunter who will live eternally with Adrian. Both options seem very difficult for Alexis to choose at this time right now. Alexis finds it impossible to be a vampire and a vampire hunter at the same time actually.

I want to meet someone. “Fifth, the Proxas. They are the type of vampires with the ability to fly. You can only tell if a vampire is Proxas if they have gray eyes. Don't go near the Proxas because sometimes they are vampires who like to play with a human or a vampire. And don't try to fight with them because you will never win," Knox, he's a Proxas? So, I should not pay attention to his actions because he might play like that? Alright.

Her skin seemed colder. Her lips were a bit blue and appeared to be a bit of blood inside her nostrils. My body shook with fear. Widened eyes refused to unseen the view. My heart leaped into my throat as I shrunk back and stood there voiceless. "She died seventy years ago, but even today, her blood flows out of her vein proves this place is cursed." His words throbbed inside me. I left with nothing but a numb body when he explained further.

My mouth abruptly went dry, and my gaze drifted back to the file, drawn as irrevocably as a moth to the flame. “And their research continues.” I slumped back in my seat, feeling defeated, but at the same time, frustration started to uncoil in my gut. I stared at her through flat eyes. “So you dragged me all the way in here to tell me I didn’t commit a crime, and that I’m fully human.” “No.” “But……” “They have determined that your father was not a shifter.” “Right. I’m human.” “No, Neemah. He wasn’t a shifter. Your father was a vampire!”

Blood witches manipulate the blood of the victim to compel them to do whatever they command them. They control the one under the spell by controlling their blood. And Sanguineabyss is made of blood. It is in the soil, air, and sky. It is everywhere. That might be the reason why Kandreah went crazy and why the Fae twins were so reluctant to come here. They probably felt that this might be challenging for them.

I pushed myself off the door frame and took a step toward him. "So, is this what you do to your victims?” I pressed. “You put them under your control and then kill them? Well, Darick, you can shove that stupid blood oath up your ass and go to hell! You are barbaric.” This clearly made him angry. Good. He deserved to feel half of what I was. "You don't know what you're talking about. You know nothing about me," he growled. "I know you are the leader of the Blood Brother's mafia, a gang of vampires, and I now understand why you're called Darick the Bloodthirsty," I replied, pointing to the bite mark on my neck.

Rebecca looked like she had seen a ghost. Her face went deathly pale as she stared at Clara. The atmosphere around them seemed to freeze, and all you could hear was her heavy breathing. Time ticked slowly, but Clara's eyes were filled only with sternness and cold expectations. After several seconds of dead silence, Rebecca suddenly laughed. She grabbed the short knife and pressed the tip to her own heart without hesitation as everyone stared in shock. "As you wish!" There was the sound of a spurt, and then blood started to gush out, staining her hands and the front of her clothes red.

A low, guttural sound that bubbled up through the blood on my mouth. “Not even an ounce,” Elijah said softly, almost to himself. “But I know something that might help.” “And what’s that?”Doc asked, his voice gruff but curious. Elijah turned slowly, his gaze shifting to Emma. His expression hardened just enough to make her wary. “Firefly,” Elijah began, voice low. “I told you!, her name isn’t Firefly!, it’s Bambi” Doc shouted. I ignored him. “Did this idiot tell you why he’s been banned from every feeding program? Why he had to buy a blood paramour?”