Blood The Last Vampire Mal Novels & Stories

Chapter: 80 ******* The Lycgers spun around to see Malta looming behind them, his face twisted into a menacing grimace. He appeared different, devoid of emotion or scent—a vampire now. It became clear how he survived their previous attempt to end him. This time, they vowed to obliterate him completely, leaving nothing salvageable. "I've been expecting you," Malta taunted, triggering low growls from the Lycgers.

she answered. "But he'll wake up soon, right?" I asked her, and she giggled at me. "Of course! He's a pure-blood vampire, and besides, they could not pull out his heart," Ash confidently answered as she pointed at the most extensive stitch in Daniel's chest. "His heart?" I asked, and she nodded. "Pureblood vampires will only die once their heart has been pulled out of their bodies," Ash explained, making me feel relieved, knowing that Daniel would wake up soon.

Just before I succumb to the darkness that pulls me, I hear it… “White hair. A gene of the moonblood line. Cursed. Prophecies surround them.” It’s a whisper in a foreign language. But somehow, I understand it. “The rest of them were killed. She’s the last of their kind, she must be killed.” And I succumb to the blackness. I don’t struggle, no, I go willingly. But just before my mind blanks, I make up my mind. When I wake up, I will leave Ashbane pack. I will run, and I will hide.

I spat the words which were bitter but true. “Vampires can survive on animal blood,” Lucien offered, trying to wedge reason into the widening crack. “It’s possible…” “Don’t twist words to look clean.” I cut him off. “Animal blood weakens them. Anything less than human blood is a pale imitation. If you try to make a mockery of life, you make monsters, not miracles. Vampirism isn't a gift, it's a disaster.” Lucien tried again. “We can manage it, we can learn to feed differently. Calista’s been experimenting for years, the last ritual needs that one blood, one drop. She said it’s the final piece.”

💕(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.

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.

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

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.”

It’s easier that way, easier than trying to hold onto what I saw just before he dragged me back into hell and gave me nothing but water laced with Virex—vampire poison in liquid form. Tasteless, but brutal. It burns down my throat and scorches my insides just enough to keep me conscious but weak. No blood. No reprieve. Just time and rot and the metallic ache of power draining from my bones. Blood’s been seeping from my pores for hours now, my body rejecting itself, my veins drying out. Malik said something earlier. Maybe a joke. Maybe a prayer. I didn’t hear it, simply can't. The blood lust is overwhelming that I'd considered drinking from him but then, I shrug it off when I remember virex f

I tried to struggle, but another set of cuffs, different than the ones before but no weaker than the others, closed around my wrists and I was forced forward. People murmured around me, fearful as armored vampires bound and separated everyone else, inspecting them, sniffing them. They separating us and dragging us toward the vans. I looked back and saw a few of the vampires crowded around some of them. The blonde senior was slumped against the couch being drained of the last of his blood as he bled out from the hole in his chest. His eyes drifted and caught mine before going vacant as he breathed his last breath. He'd pushed me out of the way of those bullets, and I didn’t even know his name