Blood Vengeance Novels & Stories

As the door clicked shut, something in me broke not into smaller pieces, but into something harder and sharper. The pain was still there, piercing into my head like a cold snake coiled in my stomach, but it was now joined by a new, fierce emotion: a burning, all-consuming hatred. But it wasn't in my spirit; it was the last chain holding me captive. The love I’d once foolishly harbored, the fear, the hope, it all drained away with the life of my child, leaving behind a cold, hard, empty vessel, ready to be filled with purpose: “Revenge.”

"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."

Addiction is a vise clutching one’s arteries, venules, and veins, all the blood vessels. Even if they are filled with sinful cells, composed of nutrition from humans. His blood was as red as a human’s because in appearance they didn’t look different. Only he knew how black it was in levels indiscernible to the sharpest eyes, of his own kind, of vampires.

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten

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.

Baruz drew attention to the strange blurred look of the bloodsuckers. The vampires hissed as they approached. A large werewolf, without saying a word, jumped on them, striking the nearest one with a clawed paw, the vampire deftly dodged, the blow went to the second. The vampire collapsed. Blood dripped from the lacerations on his chest. The vampires pounced on Berhes, next to Baruz fought with two others. Berges' eyes filled with rage, he roared, filled with battle frenzy. When he came to, everything was already over, the mutilated bodies of vampires lay around. Blood from a laceration falls from Berhes's shoulders. Long red stripes run along the chest, wetting the coat with brown blood. Bar

I twist two of their necks, slicing them with deep cuts as well, leaving them immobile and for Matt to tear apart because that is the only way to kill these scums. The third one is trying to bite my neck as if he will survive after getting a taste of my blood. I would have let him die in misery but my beast wants to spill blood, make people suffer at his hands. So, I grab his head and push him back on the ground, and just when he gets up I slash his throat and chest. I look at the fight around Giovanni and Luke are surrounded by three of the vampires, and Set and Draco are managing about five of them between the two of them with two bodies piled up next to them.

oden said to one of his guards, his voice echoing. Vanessa stepped backward alongside Malia, both their eyes trembling not wanting to face Annabelle. Vanessa's forehead perspired, rivulets of sweat populating her brows. They then stopped, they couldn't move any further. Their knees weakened, their legs joint free, no longer supporting their body weight. Vanessa kneels and then Malia. Duke Frenger envelopes the frightened crowd. He quickly grabs a sword from the floor, rushing towards Annabelle with the gait of a warrior, his sword raised up high, aiming to cut off Annabelle's neck.

I pressed my lips together. “What if… I give him some blood? Not all?” Raccoon’s face tightened. “That might not be enough. The damage… it’s too far gone. He’s a vampire hybrid, not just a wolf. That poison was made for him. You give him half, and you die in vain.” Valentina looked down at her wrist. Then her neck. Could she do it? Could she offer her life… for the devil who stole it? She leaned down slowly, placing her forehead to his.

Her hands ran up her neck again, the red metallic smelling liquid staining her fingers red. She should be dead. Why wasn't she dead?! That dagger was silver. It had burnt her flesh. SHE SHOULD BE DEAD! The plastic bottles she swept her hands against in anger, hit the floor with loud clanks. Her knees buckled under her but she gripped the table firmly before she landed on the ground. Her breathing was heavy and loud, as her mind raced over the different possible reasons why she wasn't dead. His blood. That vampire, whatever he was, his blood flowed in her veins.