Blood Of The Vampire Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Wait. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. Money, anything. I'm taking both of them with me." Ethan steadied himself and regained his composure as he locked his sharp eyes onto Amber. Anyone else might have been intimidated, but Amber was not one to scare easily. She did not even lift her gaze before waving her hand. Tara panicked as her tears spilled uncontrollably while Ethan's eyes stayed on her, filled with nothing but heartache and tenderness. At that moment, I probably looked like the greatest villain of all. It was as if I was someone who had torn apart the fated love story of two star-crossed lovers.

I was losing too much blood. I needed to shift. Or call for my father. Thick and intoxicating. The scent of my blood filled the air like a drug. The vampires stilled, transfixed in their spot. One inhaled deeply, his breath shuddering,his breath shuddering as the smell of fresh blood assaulted his lungs, his eyelids flutter, his lips parting as if savoring the taste on his tongue, another let out a low guttural moan his finger twitching like an addict on the verge of losing control, they seem more rogue, my unhinged

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. “

She found the oversized reading chair near the window and curled into it, flipping open the first book. The words leapt off the page. “To drink the blood of a mortal is to tether them. To drink the blood of a wolf is to invite war. Vampires, once gods of the night, now bound to laws born of blood and shadow…” Her heart beat faster. The text described things in such vivid detail—the hierarchy of vampire covens, the venom in their fangs, the way their eyes glowed during feeding, their immortal thirst, and their deadly aversion to sunlight and silver.

Julian’s POV An overpowering stench of blood, mixed with the minus-thirty-degree aura of death, rushed at my face. I stopped dead in my tracks. Inside, the chilling crimson ice flowers almost completely covered the frozen corner. In the corner lay the ashes of the thermal blanket I ordered burned. And in the center of this frozen blood, lay a stark, sickening pool of black blood. That was the dead blood a human mother bleeds only when she is drained of her life force from failing to gestate a vampire.

Khloe's POV: I looked out at the extensive line that held everyone in this city that was both old enough and healthy enough to give their blood. Whether they were willing or not wasn't really their choice. If it was then I doubt anyone would be here. This collection wasn't like the typical blood donation where a doctor gets the blood from your elbow. No, the vampires running the operation got the blood from the person's neck with a larger than usual needle so the process wouldn't take that long. Something about the oxygenated blood that traveled to the brain peeked the vampires liking enough for them to only want to take from that spot.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

Mom, Dad she called out slowly to them moving close in their direction. By the time she found them they had already transformed into werewolves it's wasn't easy, controlling them as wolves, to make them go under the basement, she tried all she could but failed then she said to them, "I don't care how aggressive you are towards me, you know you can't hurt me because I am also a young wolf, just like you are a werewolf from one pack, I can control you, as been a young she-wolf, I will do anything to make sure you don't cause any harm to others."

His heart raced as if it was about to pound out of his chest. "Please don't kill me," he begged as I looked around at the bloody mess. What a blast it is to be a vampire. I caressed his cheek with my angelic face before sinking my teeth into his neck. As I drew his blood into my body, he struggled. The copper tasted incredible. His blood was superior to theirs because it was fresher. As I took the last drop, he went limp. I let him go, his body thumping loudly on the wooden floor.

The team huddled closer, their fear palpable, but I couldn’t let them scatter. “Hold your ground. Watch the shadows.” A blur erupted from the darkness, a male vampire with crimson eyes charging straight for Hansel. My instincts kicked in. I lunged, tackling the vampire mid-stride, my shoulder screaming as we hit the ground. His claws raked my arm, drawing blood, but I pinned him down, my weight crushing his chest. He snarled, fangs gleaming, his strength unnatural as he thrashed beneath me.