Novel & Cerita Bloodivores Season 2

“I’m not a serial killer!” I just gave him a look that said Really? Are you sure? “Okay,” he conceded, “technically yes, all vampires could be considered serial killers. But to be fair, we weren’t always, at least not while we were still human, and we have to in order to live.” “Oh really? You have to kill them to live, or just drink their blood? Are you sure you don’t enjoy hunting humans?” “You have a point, I’ll give you that. But we aren’t evil. At least, most of us aren’t. Generally speaking, we don’t kill for sport,” he defended himself.

Even his feet seemed like someone cut them apart. Her eyes were no longer asking to see anything. The scenes horrified her soul. Anna started panicking when she heard a noise coming from behind the door. A black cat came out from there, and under the soles of those fellows, he made a cross sign using their own blood. She couldn't even utter a word, as if someone stole her voice away. Tears were flowing from her eyes like heavy rainfall. She silently watched everything, how the cat used his sharp claws to peel their skin off, and they had no power to scream.

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

"There's not enough!" Bobby frowned and looked up just as Ursula cursed and slammed her hand on the counter. It had only been a couple of hours since the attack on Johnny. The air still still tasted of his life essence. It danced on the tip of Bobby's tongue, teasing their taste buds and appetite. It was like walking into a kitchen after a roast chicken had been cooked in the oven or bacon had sizzled in a pan on the cooker. The actual temptation was gone but the remnants still lingered in the air to tease anyone who hadn't been around to savour the goods. For a vampire as old as Bobby, just that faint vapour that clung to every molecule of air or had seeped into Alex's skin was enough to pr

i thought he was different something in Damon that was still human, but i was wrong there was nothing human that was still left of damon,no good,no kindness,who must be stopped Draven's pov i was beside mauriels bed, i watched her sleep suddenly she woke up but i was gone, she started to search the house with curiosity to look for me but i ended up biting her, I woke up only to realize it was a dream and there was Damon sitting besides me "took you long enough, tell me we're you having a nightmare?, it didn't take me anything to get into your head, you really need some human blood Draven" he said , i angrily stood up from the bed and picked up a knife piercing it into his heart, but of cos i

"Come with me." Elias took my hand and led me through the door and down the hallway behind Lance, and Xander followed me, surrounding me for protection. We rounded the corner when two men leaped at us and everything happened at once. Lance ripped the heart out of one of the men and he screamed, shrill and keening, as his body burst into flames and fell to the floor. Lance dropped the heart and it flamed, too, along with the vampire blood on his hand, but his hand remained unscorched. Elias grabbed the other man by the throat, and then ripped off his head, very strong, even in his human form.

He'll make your heart race and jealousy will eat you if he sees other people, worry will consume you if he's in danger. Yesterday played in my mind. The way my heart had fluttered, how I'd felt jealous of that waitress, how I almost broke Damon's back to save Aaron. "Oh, and also, every pure-blooded vampire is born with a special ability that distinguishes them from the turned ones," she added as I placed my now empty cup down. I rubbed the top of my arms as Replica put away my cup and took off her apron.

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.

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?