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I apologized. "Sometimes, we refer to breast milk as 'White Blood' because it's from the human body, but only the females," she explained, "It's very fortunate that the breast milk works with your system. You're not physically required blood like other vampires-so it's just a psychological need because you're part of them."

He didn't know much about holy blood. William laughed lightly, he turned to face Christoper. "All right, I'll explain. Holy blood is precious blood for the vampire nation. There are only a few humans in various worlds who have that blood, and if a vampire drinks that blood. He will be immortal and will not be able to die even with the weapon I have, his strength will also increase ... " " Enough! I understand, and I will not let Edward succeed in carrying that holy blood. " Christoper clenched his fists, his jaw hardened to hold back his anger.

Speaking of blood. Her blood is the sweetest that I have ever tasted and I nearly went overboard because of it. I never put much stock in the claims that virgin’s blood is more potent the older they get, but after having a taste of Samara…I can not understand it as truth. It is no wonder that the vampires at the auction were willing to spend so much for her.

She started crying. "I'm ruthless and relentless when it comes to sex," he said, leaning his face closer to hers and pressing his forehead against hers. She could smell his breath, a mixture of alcohol and cigarettes. "Shout, go! Scream if you want, I don't care! Nothing can stop me, Lane. I love sex, and I love it even more because I did it with you again. Almost all the people I've had sex with weren't virgins, except for the past ones. They were virgins, and they screamed in pain too. So, now, shout! I don't care!" he taunted and started moving on top of her.

she grins. Invidia rises from her chair, pulls a small vile out of her back pocket and holds it up to the candlelight. Inside the vile is a silver liquid, a liquid I presume to be God’s blood, but it looks different…it’s not the vibrant silver I’ve seen the few times I’ve witnessed a God bleed. It’s darker, almost a gunmetal colour. It’s as if the mingling with human DNA, the process of abstracting it or maybe the thousands of years of being separated from the source has diluted its potency or warped it in some way.

“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.”

Holly's face flushed with pride. Vida appeared, carrying the data drive Morgana had given me. Her expression was grim. "I've done a preliminary scan of these files," Vida said. "What I found is horrifying." "Explain," I said. "There's a formula here. Heriberto calls it the Bloodline Serum. It's a magical compound that can temporarily grant hybrid abilities to any supernatural being who takes it." Vida's hands were shaking. "He's been perfecting it for decades. And according to his notes, he's already produced enough batches to supply his entire coven."

"How the hell did you know?" Conrad gave him a knowing look. "You don't get to be in my position without having your own network of spies and informants." "So why keep her around?" "She has a way with blood, my boy." Conrad said with a lustful grin on his face. "The thing she does with blood is collects it at varying times when a human is experiencing different events; a virgin girl's first erotic blush, a young man's giddiness at his first erection, a forced orgasm, hell, she even has a wide range of fear, anticipation, and terror lines of blood that she promotes. That and she is always interesting in bed. It never has been a dull moment with her all of these years. One minute we could be m

They had even agreed to drink the special wine Viktor’s people had prepared, the one laced with something meant to make them more pliable, more obedient. The sanctuary glowed under blood-red moonlight and torchlight. The air was stifling, thick with coconut oil, jasmine, sea salt, warm leaking milk, and the sharp undercurrent of conspiracy. Over one hundred and thirty bodies filled the space. The encrypted global stream had surpassed 67 million viewers.