Blood: The Last Vampire Anime Novels & Stories

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.

Scarlet was trying to say no but she couldn’t make a sound at all. “Listen to me,” Caitlin said sternly. “I’ve read all the prophecies, all the texts and books and literature. I’ve been transported to Egypt, to the lost vampire city beneath the sphinx. I am the last vampire, Scarlet. Not you. Drink my blood and you’ll become human again.”

But at least he knew that much. However, there was still a lot for Hidi to explain. “They like to call it ‘first blood,’ but yes. Both boys and girl vampires have them once they reach maturity.” “Maturity?” “All the old blood gets pushed out. They will bleed from every orifice, like losing all your baby teeth. She’ll lose all her blood- so she can make room for the new. It’s a vampire's way of puberty.” “Oh.” Nicoli blinked. “So…that’s why Ana’s bleeding. Because it’s..like a period?”

Christopher pulled at one of his hands but found he could not break the leather and metal combination. "But that led to nowhere. There was nothing within the blood that I could manipulate that would translate back into the host. So I tried something else. It was an accident," he tossed the vial into his other hand in a careful move. "Well," he cocked his head, "almost an accident." He gave a chuckle. "I never meant to kill the vampire girl but it was either her or me that night." Christopher tugged harder at both restraints on his hands. His breathing began to be anything but regular. "Vampires blood is darker than werewolves or humans. Thicker too. It courses through their veins slowly, kee

I noticed a small couch in a corner and took a seat on it. "Do you always watch me every night?" She suddenly asked me breaking the silence. "Since you got attacked," I confirmed and she nodded. "You're quite calm for someone who just learned that completely fictional characters actually exist," I pointed out. I've noticed ever since I told her that I was a vampire she kept a calm expression as if she's been told the exact same thing her whole life. "I really don't know either. I just feel this weird sense of belonging." That's probably the effect of the sacred book on her. She's the chosen one so she'd naturally feel attached to our species without even knowing.

I said. "Then I know that all you vampires here in Vampire high are looking for animal blood, because if you're looking for human blood, you should have drink my blood when I entered vampire high." I laughed. "Aren't you afraid of me?" He asked so I laughed. "Why should I be afraid of a gay man like you?" I asked. "What did you say? Who's gay?" He asked annoyed. "You." I replied. He glared at me. "you lose what? Hahaha you're used to maybe you're the only flame in the whole Vampire High." I said.

Something in Nyra's expression shifted to something almost like approval. "Tell me about the First Blood," Lena said, using Nyra's phrase from the courtyard. "Not the theoretical version. The practical one. What does it mean that I carry it?" Nyra folded her talon-ringed hands on the table. "Every werewolf bloodline in existence traces its origin, however distantly, to a single primal force," she said. "A being the oldest records name Sable — the First Wolf. Not a supernatural species but a primordial expression of the living world taking a specific form. Over thousands of generations, the inheritance dispersed into countless diluted forms — the wolf spirits your packmates carry are echoes o

Coming to a door, I eased it open and my anger flared as a bloody scene filled my eyes. Blood. So much fucking blood gushed from the wound on her neck. Who was she? Why did this asshole hurt her? Why was the word, “MINE” echoing in my psyche? Not waiting to get an answer, I pounced. I took the vampire to the floor, slamming the bastard’s head to the floor. A grunt of pain answered the blow but it didn’t faze the asshole. No. this one was damned strong. He pushed me off him and we circled each other.

“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.

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.