Blood The Last Vampire Mal Novels & Stories

“I'd give anything to have a father like that.” “Yeah,” she murmured. “I really am.” “Bella, come here,” said Victor. It was a command, not an invitation. “What's that?” she asked, eying the box warily. “It's a supply of blood since human donors aren't practical right now,” he said, lifting the top of the cooler to reveal six one-pint bags filled with dark red liquid. Now she understood what the confusing mixture of scents had been. Blood behaved a lot like food to vampires. When it was hot and fresh, coursing through the vein, its scent was easy to distinguish. When it was chilled or frozen, the scent lingered but wasn't overpowering.

Mayra yelled in panic, and my mind short-circuited. I didn’t know what came at me, but I immediately put Winter on the couch again and extended the nail of my index finger. I looked for something in which I could collect the blood and found an empty vial in the crash cart. “What are you trying to do, Maddie?” Mayra asked me while someone else entered the room. “My blood. That vampire died miserably after I injected him with my blood. My blood is like a poison to him. And a poison can be counterbalanced with another poison, right?” I replied absentmindedly and slashed my palm deeply, holding it over the vial.

This man had black long locks and whilst shorter was definitely bigger than the first man. "Ambrogrio, you've returned," Stephania announced, eyes on the tall blond. Ambrogrio. I had heard of this man. One of the three pureblooded vampires, the last of the two from the human realm. Less powerful than King Alec Diarnov as all vampires from the human realm were, but more powerful than any other. I had always thought I would meet this man on a battlefield, as his kind was never going to be allies to Lycans and werewolves alike.

The scent of human blood. Human blood was his weakness and it was against the tradition in the palace so he rebelled against the palace and now his weakness was being taken advantage of. He was looking around cautiously when the same gust touched him again. He hurriedly struck his hand which hit the target. She fell face down at some distance from him. "Assuming you're not an easy prey, "she said, shaking her hand carelessly. Harry was staring at her constantly. Her eyes were so bright. "You loved me so much that you followed me here." Harry said looking at her bright shining eyes.

Suddenly, the fear that the previous vampire had placed within my heart melted away. My breath was snatched as he said, "He should have known better than to touch what I have claimed." My eyes began to feel heavy as the man approached me. The last thing I remembered was his eyes gleaming down into the mine. ###

“You need to rest to heal. Heath will cook you something to eat whilst you sleep.” “Should you keep giving her blood?” Rhett’s turned his head from Heath, frowning. “You don’t want to give her too much…” How much blood, precisely, was needed to turn her vampire? Even if Talen knew just what amount would change a human, Aislen wasn’t human… “This will be the last dose,” Talen settled back next to Cameron against the headboard with Aislen between his thighs, her back against his chest. He reached around her and used the blade to cut his wrist.

His eyes slowly shift on Vilma who is trying to calm him down. The corner of his lips rise with a evil smirk as he mumbles, “ I must stay strong to get that bastard's blood to become the strongest Vampire!” “ Son!” Vilma sighs hurtfully, “ Let's treat it fast. We don't have to get anymore revenge. She is dying already!” Vilma looks at Bliss whose blood has become a warm river, reaching their feet. “ Not even in a thousand times, Mother!” His eyes lie on her neck as Vilma looks aside. His tongue runs over his lips as his eyes turn red once again.

She went back to her notebook and then to her bank account. “Should I keep doing this?” She asked herself, feeling a little guilty about spending so much money on her vampire-hunting obsession. But after a few seconds, she snapped back to reality. “Why should I feel bad about spending money on something I really wanted? I’ve been seriously wondering if vampires really exist, and now that I know they do, why am I having such doubts?” She was shaking her head to help dispel her thoughts and guilt. “This is once in a lifetime chance that I will have, so this is worth it. When compared to seeing a real vampire, four million pesos is nothing!” She said, trying to smile after a few seconds. “But i

Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies. A pair of red eyes and two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth as though they were always meant to be there. Except there was no blood dripping from his mouth as always described in books. Yet, she was still scared senseless at the sight of a living, vampire right in front of her eyes. He moved closer to her again but this time, she was prepared and understood what he was. She lunged on her feet in fright and prepared to flee. But she had barely moved two steps when that figure appeared in front of her again.

Her blood should have been on the platform, in the channels, in the broken crystal across the black stone. Instead, the last traces of it were sinking into the carved runes as though the floor itself were drinking. A chill moved through her “What did you do?” one of the instructors demanded. Virelle looked up sharply. “I didn’t do anything.” The instructor, a vampire woman with iron-dark hair, took one step forward. “You destabilised a sealed blood-classification relic.” “I stood where I was told and bled where you cut me.” “That is enough,” Edric Solvane said.