Blood Of The Vampire Novels & Stories

The vision abruptly disappears. Brook-ta-man vomited. The hunter's blood splattered across the floor like a sticky goo. The vampire, full of disgust for what he had drunk, moved his hands creating spell threads, froze for a second. The white-faced's blood flared up like gasoline, the mutilated body caught fire. The vampire set the hunter on fire. Brook-ta-man looks at the burning body of the enemy.

The doctor ran her eyes around the lab looking for someone to help her, and huffed. -When I don't need help, there's a lot of people around me, bothering me, and now, when I really need there's no one -she grumbled as she stood up and went to the 'cooler'-a kind of refrigerator specific to store blood- and took a vial of human blood, another one with vampire blood, another one with wolf blood and another one with blood altered by the drug DroPaCem and took them with her to the microscope.

He pulls back that serious look he had, the same one as when he tried to warn me not to go any further. " Human's blood is the number one blood consumed by vampires, and if they know that they're part of our list they will fight. Knowing about our existence caused many damages in our lines, note that even with all our gifts, strength, and superpower – we had a lot of weakness that overcomes the sun lights.

Though complete hunger was imprinted all over his face when he can't get over that delicate smell, he must preserve that blood, just like preserving a wine. “This fucking is bad,” Raverine seethed, realizing that he acted out of impulse when the rifleman fired. He can’t simply grab the woman and kidnap her. That woman is a cop. A brawl must come between first before Raverine could preserve the human blood. He drained his motorbike's fuel until he got away from the Cecil building. The blood that all the dying vampires crave. The blood that will give them their abilities back. The rarest blood that they thought was completely gone and dead.

His white essence merged with the blood and joined the floating dagger. “I, Lord Dracula, grant you my blood, the ability to shapeshift, and the wisdom of ages drawn from long lives, fragmenting my essence so that you may carry the thirst for blood and the desire to make this world singular, immersed in darkness,” said the shadowed vampire. His words drew the attention of the Lycan and the witch, who immediately tried to stop the spell but were repelled by the vampire’s betrayal. His black essence fused with the blood and the dagger, which spun in the air in three distinct hues before plunging straight into the baby, taking his life.

Several times Alexis grabbed the evil vampire's neck there with her left hand, and immediately drank all the blood from the vampire. Cameron became unfocused when he saw this. How can a vampire hunter become a vampire? And how can a new born vampire drink the blood of other vampires? He just kept wondering there. But as much as possible Cameron refocused with all his movements there at this time. Some of the vampire hunters in Adrian and Alexis' troops even started getting injured. And the psychics who keep trying to focus on casting protective and weakening spells for the evil vampires who are there. Some evil vampires have even died lying on the ground. Alexis was moving so fast it was alm

He wanted absolute power and immunity to mountain Ashwood, and the doctor, Anna Kylin is the key to unlocking that power. The bar opened and Alice came out. Blood was splattered all around her face and neck. Vladimir looked at her wanly and sighed, "Sometimes I wonder what sort of creature you lots are," He muttered. "YOU made us," Vorenus replied. "Sadly, you are right. Get some people to clean up whatever mess she made in there," Vladimir said as a limo pulled up beside them and they got in. Another howl cut through the air, coming from the mountains. Vladimir looked up, "It is a blood moon." He commented. "This should be our night." The blood moon was believed to be the night when Vampire

They brought the vampire before me, forcing him to kneel on the ground. "You thought you could defy me? Such a shame. I have no mercy for vampires like you. In fact, I deal severely with vampires like you, so you should never have crossed my path." I seized the vampire by his hair, pulling his head back to expose his vulnerable neck. "Since you enjoy targeting your enemies' necks, how about I target yours today? Wouldn't that be delightful?" I said with a sinister grin. With the knife in hand, I slowly slit his throat in a precise, straight line. I observed intently, awaiting the outcome. To my astonishment, the vampire's pale skin began to turn black, and his once green veins shifted from t

While she was looking for answers to her questions, something caught her eye. "A black cape? Long-sleeved white shirt? And a red bow?” Cyrille's eyes begin to widen. "This is how a vampire dresses in classic Dracula films!" she exclaimed. “Oh my—” She couldn't finish her words and immediately covered her mouth to keep from shouting. She was overjoyed with the mixed emotions she was experiencing at the time, and she couldn't believe that after days of fruitless hunting, she'd have the good fortune to meet a vampire.

Our pack witch had concocted a potent potion that not only paralyzed vampires, but could prove fatal if left untreated beyond a day. "Close the window, quick! I don't want them to find me here!" he grunted through laboured breaths. Blood covered him from head to toe, staining his hair and clothes with a deep crimson hue. His once-white locks were now matted with the sticky substance, taking on a rosy tint. The same could be said for his clothes, which had soaked up so much of his blood that they appeared to match the shade of his wounds. As he fought desperately for survival, he appeared utterly helpless and vulnerable, with the hood still concealing his face. I couldn't resist the urge to i