Bloodsucker Lyrics Novels & Stories

With unwavering determination, I nodded slightly and closed my eyes. “I’m ready, Mother.” The energy of the Lunas, who had sacrificed their blood to the vampires, began to flow into me. Their voices were faint but heart-wrenching. They whispered, each conveying their pain and suffering before succumbing to darkness. Each murmur broke my heart but also fueled my resolve. Sympathy and sorrow mingled within me, and with it, the power in my hands grew stronger. The blood crystal, once solid, began to crack. “Just a little more,” I murmured to myself, my voice barely audible above the roar of the wind.

I wondered why we stopped there, but when Adam pinned me to the wall I did not need to guess again. "Your scent is divine, Desiree," he said, taking in my scent and whispering to my ears without touching me. "I do not understand why the Bloods and Moons cannot live as one. I will change that in my time for your sake.' he promised me, and I was scared because he was too close for comfort. "Please let me kiss you," he pleaded, and I was confused. Honestly, the guy was hot, what every woman would want. Under normal circumstances, it would be hell yeah from me. But this wasn't a normal circumstance, and I needed to stay alive.

*Bang* The two blades met at the centre, neither losing out to the other. Tucker’s eyes flashed dimly as the energy of destruction slowly engulfed his mind. His heart which had remained steadfastly sound was dragged into an abyss of endless destruction, seeking for nothing but death and blood. Within his mind he could hear the cries of a war-loving merchant, a shrill voice that tore away its reasoning. It asked for blood, and his heart which had been breached was too weak to resist its calls. “He is losing himself,” Mane mumbled as Tucker parried another of Dracula’s sword strikes and struck the vampire king with a palm strike that sent the latter flying.

By the simple fact that where this kind of light goes, the things that hide in darkness cannot stay hidden. I feel it working. I also feel the cost. It is not pain exactly. It is more like weight. Like every drop of the Moonblood I send into him is something I am drawing from a reserve that is not infinite, and I have already spent so much tonight — in the shift, in the fight, in the thirty seconds of absolute clarity it took to face Lysandra and end what she was. I don't stop. I keep sending it.

"End of passion play, crumbling away; I'm your source of self-destruction; Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear; Leading on your death's construction…" "Turn that off! Pleaaasseee…" She screamed. "You don't like the track of our favourite band. That can’t be the case." She could hear the sarcasm in Mike's words who was sitting on the armchair next to the sofa, still holding the drip. He turned the volume up. The characteristic guitar riffs and Hetfield's vocals reminded her of many painful memories. "Master of puppets, I'm pulling your strings; Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams; Blinded by me, you can't see a thing; Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream…"

She guided me to the center of the yard where moonlight pooled like water. “Kneel.” I obeyed. She stood before me. Lifted a blade from nowhere. Pressed it into her palm. Blood spilled like liquid lightning. Silver-red. Glowing. She raised her hand. I trembled. “Drink,” she whispered. I hesitated. Then obeyed. The instant her blood touched my lips— Fire. I screamed. The world fractured. She began chanting, her voice echoing unnaturally through the air. **“Sanguis antiquus, voco te…”**

The world swam before my eyes. - A vampire who doesn't drink blood is a dead vampire. You, stupid, could have had it all! But now this place of honor is mine! “Kyrian grabbed both of Ira’s wrists with one hand and pressed her hands tightly to the floor above her head. With his other hand, he roughly tore the neck of the white shirt, leaving deep scratches on the girl’s skin. The brown-haired man licked a drop of blood from her shoulder, then took a loud, drawn-out breath.

Chloe’s life is in danger. The stranger gives me a devilish smirk that would send chills down anyone else’s spine, but not me. “I am the bloodsucker you are referring to,” she says with a grin, but I don't have time to worry about her. I bring my attention back to Chloe when Sukie slaps me on my shoulder. I look at her, confused. “If you want Chloe to come back you better drink now,” she demands, pushing the blood bag to my face. I hesitate then think about Chloe and everything she’s willingly sacrificed for me out of love. I can’t have my Luna’s efforts be for nothing so I force the contents of the bag down, drinking every ounce of blood to ensure this works.

Gripping my phone tightly, I trembled with rage. "Steven… You took my money?"

We aren’t strong enough! Frustration surges through me, and the vampire chuckles above me, smiling into my face. “Are those tears?” He drags a finger underneath my eyes, collecting a single tear. “It is...” his scary smile widens. “That’s lovely: I love it when my victims are terrified. It makes the blood taste even sweeter!”