Bloodstained Bloodless Novels & Stories

Those words were enough for Elvin and without wasting any more time he quickly buried his sharp teeth into the deep skin of his wrist and within seconds there was a huge pile of blood flowing from one of his vein which he very casually placed over a wine glass and in front of my eyes his blood got mixed into the red wine making it impossible for anyone to figure out that there was a vampire blood inside it. Elvin raised the glass towards me like he was raising a toast so I tried to grab the glass from his hold but it was really difficult for me to even raise my hand for a quarter and I ended up failing which made me feel ashamed but Elvin on the other hand was very patient while I was suffer

she said as she cried and hid herself in a dark corner but she knew that that was just useless. “Don’t be nervous my dear. We who have the Erebus blood in our veins have a secret. “Which secret?” Leila asked with confusion and curiosity in her eyes. “Have you ever noticed that your blood is black?” Oizys said shocking Leila as she had never cared so much about what color her blood was but she clearly remembered that when Elana was stabbed, her blood wasn’t as red as other people’s blood as it was rather darker than usual but still had some purplish in it.

I knew for sure that this day was my death, just had to wait for the painless wound. A man carrying a machete stared at me with a red eye then started slowly towards me , his machete dripped of blood, his hand tied with a scarf. Everything about him reflected “death”. I could not bear the thought of being hitched to death, it was surely not the painless death that I had prayed to come.

“That essence darkened the poor men's blood, eroded their fangs and snatched away their speed on par with the Bats. They wake up in a state like ordinary people; black blood and does not have the privileges of the Red groups. Feeling ashamed and guilty, the Fang declared to the Order of Security that they could not help. The Reds comfort and mourn for them. “Then, the Red Nation who had become shapeshifters came together to fight the Bats. When injured, they finally realized that their blood was no longer red. It was then that the Reds as well as the Fangs began to call themselves according to the color of their respective blood. This incident marked the beginning of a peaceful split between

Julian’s POV An overpowering stench of blood, mixed with the minus-thirty-degree aura of death, rushed at my face. I stopped dead in my tracks. Inside, the chilling crimson ice flowers almost completely covered the frozen corner. In the corner lay the ashes of the thermal blanket I ordered burned. And in the center of this frozen blood, lay a stark, sickening pool of black blood. That was the dead blood a human mother bleeds only when she is drained of her life force from failing to gestate a vampire.

To the new leader of the blood-born, Malakai was the ultimate prize—a never-ending, self-replenishing blood bag of pure sustenance. The entity pulled back, its jagged jaw smeared with Malakai's bright, vibrant crimson blood. The monster let out a low, vibrating hum of sheer satisfaction. With a casual, effortless tug, it hauled Malakai's limp, paralyzed body out of the mud by his ruined silk collar, dragging him backward toward the edge of the cliff like a piece of slaughtered meat.

That’s how we talk here. “I want it stopped.” His eyes finally flicked to me—cold, pale blue, same color as mine but without any warmth left in them. “Quietly. No bodies in the river this time. We’re trying to keep the peace with the Italians until the wedding talks are finalized.” There it was. The wedding.

“I’m going to kill you.” My shifting sent Joey and Anna into a spiral. “A white wolf. She’s a white wolf…” As expected from an Alpha, Joey was quick to snap back to reality. He gave Anna a nudge and shouted, “Run!” Joey put himself between us to cover Anna’s escape. There was no way I would let them get away with it. Blood must be paid with blood. I was right on Anna’s tail all the way to the street. Even on the broad street, she managed to lose herself in the heavy traffic.

Celeste. Underneath her name was a single, clinical entry: Extraction successful. Settlement diverted to London account 4402. Subject 2 neutralized via induced cardiac event. I felt a coldness settle in my marrow that no winter could match. Induced cardiac event. He hadn’t just paid for her silence; he had paid for her heart to stop. He had killed the only thing I had ever loved to ensure the “merger” was clean. But it was the entry below hers that made my breath stop.

Hearing that, the neighbors started cursing. "She already wired the funeral money and still won't admit it." "That really sounds like Lydia's voice. How cruel! Three people are dead because of her!" "The world has gone mad. She was speeding, and she's blaming the victims for the accident? I saw the video. She hit them before they even stepped on the crosswalk!" I turned to Maeve. "You told me the car was scraped and asked me to transfer ten thousand for repairs. How did it become funeral money? Besides, I've been sick the past few days—that voice is clearly edited!"