Bloodborne Narrow Minded Man Mga Nobela at Kwento

All lycans heal fast, but I require blood after injuries or using my abilities too much. The bald man snaps his fingers, and a cup of water and a blood bag are brought in. I wanted to rip the bag of blood open and drink it, but I didn't need to make him think I was going feral. So instead, I drank a little water before tearing off the end of the blood bag and drinking it like a juice box.

He chuckled, “Well I guess I don’t have to worry about that. If he takes you as his blood mate, your blood will be like poison to every other vampire anyway.” “Wait!” This was news, “It works that way!!??” He smiled at me, “Yes, A blood mate is specific to the owner.” I heard Luci and Alister chuckle at my lack of knowledge. I felt a little hot now. It was like a fever was rising in my body. “WOah!” I was excited, “Doesn’t that solve like half of the problems he has with me being human?” Alister and the king both laughed, “Perhaps,” Alister said, “But it’s not about that. It’s about the human mind.”

Adrian muttered as he continued to stare at Alexis there. “The pure blood vampire hunters will be fine. Believe in your abilities, and in her abilities. She'll be fine for sure. We can't dream of a vampire, or someone who is about to become a new born vampire. That's why we're doing what we can right now." said a man from one of the psychics.

The heir of the Howe family, the infamous 'venomous snake' Zach Howe, was the only man who held sway in both the underworld and high society. However, for some reason, he became obsessed with me and would not let go. I had once asked him about it. Back then, Zach sat on the sofa with his gaze fixed on me. As he exhaled a cloud of smoke, his striking features looked even more unreal in the haze. He said, "There's no reason. I just like you."

It has boiled out of my heart in hot steaming larva and I'll waste no chance at delivering the larva to any wolf that tempers my night. I spotted a tall blonde man walking out of the club entrance, maybe I have a strong hate for Blondies because of–well, Gibson. I watched him make his way through the crowded street of drunken wolves. His head thrown back like he doesn't care, he walks proudly like he owns the city. Shall I remind him who owned it? By his physic he was an alpha, broad shoulders, tall and all. But he was a lesser generation of alphas, the present kind that an Original like myself could easily squash between our fingers. My eyes followed him as he walked towards a dark alley th

"You'll have to excuse me if I don't thank you." "Don't worry about the gratitude, little spark. Your body will give us everything we require regardless," the man murmured, his voice smooth and terribly cold - like ice sliding down my spine, leaving frost in its wake. "Because once you're dead, your spirit marrow will be harvested immediately. It's the most valuable part of you, after all."

Women are indeed a problem in a man's career. "Sir, someone wants to meet." A man came into my room. His appearance was sloppy, he was wearing a worn and smelly Levi's jacket. He thought he could influence the sharpness of my nose to sniff even from a distance. My eyes kept looking at him as a whole because he was not an ordinary human. He has Werewolf blood that is not very thick, mixed with Lycan.

His moment of clarity came, and he stood staring through the glass wall of his condominium out into the expanse of the city before him. He had not meant to change the man and had only done so in self-defense. The man was a druggy who had tried to rob him one night out while he was looking for another subject. He had bitten the man in the neck and Sven could remember the sour taste the man’s blood had left in his mouth. As a rule, if he needed blood, he avoided persons who over-indulged in drugs and alcohol. Substance abuse tainted the blood, leaving a sour aftertaste. Tainted—the man was tainted.

He had sharp eyes and dashing looks, and had an air of nobility around him. Mane compared the air of nobility the man exuded to the nobles he was acquainted with back on Zandor. This man’s noble aura was particularly strong, yet it paled in comparison to someone like Abelard. This meant that although he may hold an important position in Asher City, he wasn’t truly at the top of the food chain. What annoyed Mane about the man was the air of arrogance that he exuded. Mane could sense that this man was merely an Animal Hunter. Yet he didn’t even look their way. If they were on Zandor, someone like this would have been slapped into his rightful place by Mane. The thing was, he was too weak. A sl

"Deal. The name of the organization after you is known as Core. They hunt and kill demons and capture the ones they deem useful. Their main objective is to put themselves on the top of the world organization center, or the WOC. They see you as a prize. You, the only one to survive birth into the half demon half human stage. Many previous to you died as soon as they were born. Their human half too weak to hold the demon half bay. Many are just born as humans, and no matter what experiments we have done they won't change. Even blood transfusion doesn't work. But they also see you as an abomination to both races. They learned of your existence by chance. They simply saw you protecting your comp