Blood Of The Vampire Mga Nobela at Kwento

The boy stumbled back to his previous position the moment he was freed from Silas's grip. Silas lowered his head, letting out a contented sigh. “He offered his blood willingly. Any would be glad to serve me in any capacity. Also, we all know that human blood is sweeter than that of vampires. My blood mate acknowledges her own insufficiency in that regard, so she is untroubled by this,” Silas justified haughtily.

Her monstrous voice and angry tone was making all the vampires shiver in fear. Her nails grew longer and sharper. Her hair changed their colours. From strawberry blonde, her hair turned blood red. Her skin turned pale. Her fangs were longer and sharper than any vampire had ever had in the history of the vampires. Her lips turned red as if she might have drank blood from a host. Her eyes were black and her orbs were red as blood. Within the blink of an eye, Dabria reached the other corner of the pantry. She jerked her hands to get the blood off of her nails. Within a mere second, she killed about fifty of the vampires who were still alive. She stabbed one of the vampires with the immortal sla

"Yessss! Burn them Viktor!" Viktor roared and red hot flame poured out from his mouth. The Reapers slithered backwards, hissing. The Badblood was petrified looking at Viktor. Viktor siezed him with his clawed arms. He roared at his face and bit his face off. He then flew towards Sisi and landed in front of her. The Reapers and Badbloods staggered back as Viktor released a flaming breath. The bloody grasses below withered. Leni pointed on Viktor and the wolves came rushing towards him.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

"What are you talking about?" I asked Landon, my voice low but firm. I was about to turn and face him when he went in front of me himself. He towered over me, his eyes were dark and vicious looking straight into mine as if he wanted to look into my soul through them. I don't mind if he could. I don't care about anything else now. All I want is vengeance and I'm willing to do whatever it takes just to have that. "You heard me right, Eve. You have had vampire blood in you ever since you were born."

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

The thick, dark primordial blood of a century-old vampire welled from the deep cut. "Drink, Brynn," Riheirk commanded, his voice raw and desperate as he pressed his bleeding wrist firmly against her lips. "Drink from me. Let my blood purge the poison. Accept it, sweetheart, please." Brynn’s jade eyes flickered. Driven by her own fading strength and the desperate, triumphant internal screaming of Solar, her jaw parted. She bit down lightly on his wrist, her lips drawing the heavy, white-hot furnace of his primordial blood into her system.

I asked. "Does it matter?" "Yes, I can't just drink someone's blood without knowing its source" I cried out. I felt nauseous from just talking about it but I knew it was long digested into my system, there was no way it'd come out. "Just know it's not from a dead Man" he simply replied. "Why?" "A dead man's blood is poisonous to a vampire, that's why you should stay away from the morgue or cemetery in a bid to feed" he explained and I felt disgusted.

Today we celebrate the joining of two souls into one. The elder grabbed the chalice and splashed it towards where Nikolai and I stood. I flinched, expecting the blood to splatter us, but to my amazement, the blood swirled around us. It was odd because while I had witnessed the elder mixing the blood together you could now tell that the blood had come from two individuals. I tried to recall the times I had seen Nikolai’s blood, trying to determine if it had been different than mine, but every time I pictured it, it was the same dark red color. One swirl of blood was a deep red color with flickers of tungsten appearing throughout it. I could tell that this was Nikolai’s blood. Tungsten was a s

It gathered around, thickening and bristling so that all who came in contact with it were immediately rebuffed by its scorching heat and rough edges. The vampires waged a bloody war against the Brevians, ripping off flesh and digging out hearts. They fed on the blood of their victims after every kill, thereby getting stronger and fiercer. The Brevians fled for their lives after seeing their comrades drop down in alarming amounts. The vampires chased after them, killing them with shocking speed. By midnight, over five thousand Brevian soldiers lay dead. The vampires fed on their blood until they could drink no longer then they faced the Jaresh empire's central city.