Blood Virgin: Blood Flame Novels & Stories

I apologized. "Sometimes, we refer to breast milk as 'White Blood' because it's from the human body, but only the females," she explained, "It's very fortunate that the breast milk works with your system. You're not physically required blood like other vampires-so it's just a psychological need because you're part of them."

That vampire laying on the ground was the nobleman’s son, Remus. Afraid she would not get there in time, she shouted for the demons to stop. She did not want the vampire to be killed let alone her new fiancé. She had come to terms with the news of being given as a bride to the vampires. As the demons slashed at the vampire Vastria cried out to them, but they would not stop. This vampire was not fighting back. She did what she did not know she could do. Her arms extended, a burst of flame shot out and consumed the demons. The fire was blue, deep blue that quickly burned the demons to a crisp and ash that floated in the wind.

Afterwhile, Hector looked at them before he spilled the contents of the chalice to them—splattering them with their own blood. Maddie, with her face covered in blood, gasped out of surprise. She couldn’t move or react for a moment because of utter shock. She didn’t expect that to happen. Meanwhile, Theo keeps on squeezing her hand and whispering that it’s just okay but Maddie seems to be frozen. She slowly blinks to let it sink into her. “You have now shared your lives together. You will now eternally be one’s companion in life and even in death.” HEctor announced before everyone stood.

I uttered again and again, my hand parallel to each other, and on its center is the formed symbol of death on fire. If this is what it takes to avenge my loss, I don’t mind giving my life. “Ophelia! Don’t do that!” Queen Romina cried, but I only continued. “Mea vita pro morte sua…” My life for his death. The moment I opened my eyes, I felt like I was reborn in new and more powerful body. I could feel the overflowing energy on my veins, the heat of fire around me, my soul aching for blood, and my every nerve screaming for death.

Casper's shouted in anger, his eyes turned red, blue flames engulfed his hands as he slowly walked towards Alex who was still on the floor. After bouncing off the wall, the impact seemed to have brought Alex back to his senses. He looked towards the body on the floor and his heart shook, he had just killed someone,Casper definitely looked like someone who was going to enact a swift revenge. But how the hell did he take down a vampire? And why did his blood taste so good?. Alex didn't have to be a genius to figure out that what just happened and what he had done was not in Anyway normal. A blue flame appeared on Casper's hands as he walked towards Alex, this flame was the regular type. It cou

" She suddenly fired her gun at me. The moment her bullet grazed my cheek, all the hitmen of the Gambino family emerged and aimed their guns at our room. Lucille's life was now at my command. But she was blissfully unaware of her dire situation. Flashing a smug look at me, she said, "It seems like my dad has already exposed your evil deeds to Mr. Gambino. That's why they're here to get you! "There's no use begging me now, Daphne! You'll soon be punished by the Gambino family for offending their VIP." I shook my head. Until now, Lucille and Chase still had no idea that they had already offended the heiress of the Gambino family.

“You won’t. You’re smart enough to know what refusal costs. And smart women survive longer in my world.” Silence stretched. My heart pounded, but I forced myself to breathe evenly. Then his question came, cutting through the stillness like a blade. “Tell me, Isabella,” Leonardo said softly, his eyes locked on mine. “Are you a virgin?” The bluntness knocked the breath from me. My body stiffened, heat burning my skin. “That’s none of your—” “Answer,” he interrupted, not unkindly, but with steel threaded in his tone.

Lexie's POV A week later, Daniella was gone. I didn't hold a funeral for her according to her will. Instead, I buried her in the place she had chosen before she passed. There was a lake in front of it, where the sunset could be seen. In the spring, tiny blue and pink flowers would bloom. She didn't suffer much when she died. I cried as I kept telling her I was sorry, but she just smiled and said, "I've already forgiven you."