Blood Of The Vampire Novels & Stories

“You are thinking like a vampire.” “Tell me where you got that blood again please. What am I supposed to think like…you or what?” she asked pointing at the blood bags on the table. “A vampire hunter. Use this to connect the dots.” He said running his fingers through the torn pages of the small book. She picked the small book again and looked closer, “I think I can use some more dose of that special blood,” she said stretching her hand to receive. Thomas walked towards the table, “coming right away. Special breed, I told you,” he replied.

Eleanor's P.O.V I smiled as I held the newspaper in my hand and looked at the large title written in bold on the front page. 'YET ANOTHER KNIFE VICTIM' It was connected to a person's lifeless body. No, it wasn't a person. It was a vampire. A fucking bloodthirsty monster. He laid there lifeless on the floor with a body so unrecognisable that it would make people shudder at the murderer's viciousness. I'm curious who could be so ruthless.

He enlightened her. "Breed? There are breeds? Aren't you all the same?" Adrianna was dumbfounded to know that vampires have different breeds. He got up and went to grab a book from his shelves, and hand a heavy book to Adrianna. "This will help you because I am not good at explaining things and facts." Said Alaric. Her palms touched the cover of the book which looked antique and royal. She read the title 'Vamoose', called Vampire in latin. "You didn't tell me you have kids." Alaric asked her.

he apologized. “It’s fine. I am still alive anyway,” she said and when she was about to disengage, at the same time, Jade pushed her to the side in a swift and she saw his hand on the neck of a female vampire where he raised his other hand to attack. “I’m a Nightblood,” the female vampire said before he would attack her and Amber saw Jade release his hand from her neck. Amber guessed that she was on their side and she asked Jade, “What is Nightblood?”

I don't remember having a sacred book with me. Hold on. Could it be the book that I thought belonged to my mom? "It's the book you almost destroyed," he informed me. Oh, maybe that's why he texted me to not tear it up. At that time I was so confused and thought he was a stalker. Little did I know he was actually a blood-sucking demon. Or was he? "Since you're a vampire, do you drink blood?" I asked because from what I know, they're always thirsty for blood and he hasn't shown any sign of that.

Alaric muttered, and with it came the low, grumbling voice. "Perhaps," Horacio replied, having overheard the King's words, "his blood did not mix well with the venom on our fangs. The vampire, being of the undead, possesses no blood within its veins. This is due to the fact that the entirety of their blood supply has been frozen in time since the moment of their transformation into a creature of the night. “F*ck!” Neither of them anticipated the other's sudden approach. A projectile, resembling that of a bullet fired from a firearm, hurtled through the air with alarming speed in their direction. If caution is not exercised, the two individuals are likely to succumb to its grasp.

Addiction is a vise clutching one’s arteries, venules, and veins, all the blood vessels. Even if they are filled with sinful cells, composed of nutrition from humans. His blood was as red as a human’s because in appearance they didn’t look different. Only he knew how black it was in levels indiscernible to the sharpest eyes, of his own kind, of vampires.

“I'd give anything to have a father like that.” “Yeah,” she murmured. “I really am.” “Bella, come here,” said Victor. It was a command, not an invitation. “What's that?” she asked, eying the box warily. “It's a supply of blood since human donors aren't practical right now,” he said, lifting the top of the cooler to reveal six one-pint bags filled with dark red liquid. Now she understood what the confusing mixture of scents had been. Blood behaved a lot like food to vampires. When it was hot and fresh, coursing through the vein, its scent was easy to distinguish. When it was chilled or frozen, the scent lingered but wasn't overpowering.

The place where fear had once lived and been replaced by something harder. “Interesting,” she murmured. She turned away at last, drifting toward the shelves carved into the stone walls. Her fingers brushed over objects older than memory—rings blackened with age, bones etched with runes, coins from fallen empires. She lifted a small vial filled with dark, sluggish liquid. “This,” she said, holding it up, “is the blood of a vampire who believed rage made him righteous.” She tilted the vial slightly. The liquid inside shifted unnaturally.

They moved with a liquid grace that didn’t care about physics, like rules were optional. The first clash became a chaotic bloodbath, instantly. A massive Lycan warrior swung a broadsword straight for a Vampire soldier’s neck. The Vampire didn’t even bother to draw a weapon. He just lifted a hand and a whip of glowing dark-red blood-magic snapped into existence from his palm, shattering the Lycan’s iron blade like it was brittle glass, then slicing clean through the warrior’s armor. “They’re using blood-magic!” Jace’s voice cut through everything. They can manipulate the iron in our blood if they get too close!