Books Similar To True Blood Novels & Stories

It was hilarious to compare this new reality of mine to the ones that were in some of my favorite books. Never once had I imagined that I’d find myself in a world that was similar to those created by my favorite authors. Oh, how much I used to wish that I was Alpha Gray’s Barbie Beast or Bloodmoon’s human princess who found her own completion in an angel, demon, and vampire. Enzo might not be a Rossi but had the whole mysterious Italian thing going on.

***Author's Note: Please read books 1-4 before reading this book or else you'll be extremely lost. You will not be able to read this as a stand-alone. Books are as follows: Book 1: P.S You're My Mate Book 2: She's My Mate Book 3: I'm His Mate Book 4: His Warm-Blooded Mate Please remember to leave a review, vote with your diamonds, and comment! _________________________________________ SYLVAIN

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN Irina's POV I slit my throat. There was so much blood. It sprayed across the leather seats. I saw it splashed onto Alexei's newspaper. It soaked into my clothes, turning everything red. I saw the shock on Alexei's face. His eyes went wide. His mouth dropped open. He wasn't expecting it. "What did you..." he started to say. But I did not hear the rest. Everything was spinning. The world was tilting sideways.

Soon after, I bit into my wrist and dripped some blood into a vial for them to give to him. “That’s just gross,” the young wolf said. “Oh, you would actually love it. Sadly, you will never get a chance to taste.” I shot back and he grimaced at me bringing another smirk to my face. A pure blood’s vampire was considered somewhat of a delicacy. It was highly sought after, not just for the tremendous healing qualities but because it was so rare. Very few got the chance to taste it. We did not share blood with anyone. The fact I was willing to provide this wolf with mine, meant I was going too far.

Luciana breathed out in relief, ignoring the looks she was getting from her roommates. She began to ponder upon what she had learnt from the library. She learnt that almost all supernatural creatures have classes, depending on how pure their blood was. She also learnt that over the years, the royals have preserved their pure blood by only breeding with people with pure blood too. They also strengthen themselves by drinking blood from other creatures, most especially the sirens.

They’re talking about Silver? “He’s definitely an alpha blood like us. A very unusual one at that- or it could just be pertaining him being a white wolf an all. We know nothing other than what he’s shared about them after all. A myth suddenly sprang into life” Harrison’s words has me sitting back to think over things again. From all they’ve said so far, it seems they also feel something similar to what I experience when Silver drapes his presence over me. That strange feeling of mutual companionship, like we’ve been familiar with each other for a very long time.

As Ace flipped through the pages, the soft crackling of the paper filled the space. Ace's fingers moved skillfully over the pages, his eyes scanning each drawing with a mix of pain and yearning. As he turned the pages, I leaned in closer, mesmerized by his talent, my gaze fixed on his strong fingers gently handling each page. Each one unveiled a new design, a new narrative. On one page, I saw a boy gazing at a river, his face reflecting deep sorrow.

I staggered backward, clutching my chest, trying to steady myself, but the air around me seemed to thrum with a strange rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. At first, I thought it was only dizziness, the consequence of being pushed too hard. But then I saw it, faint trails of light racing beneath my skin. My veins, glowing softly like molten threads, lit up in places where my pulse struck hardest. I gasped and stumbled again, staring at my hands, horrified by the way my body no longer looked entirely mine. It was as if something ancient and violent was carving its way out of me.

The dark veins on her neck moved slightly with her pulse. -- Lucian had left three boxes of books stacked against the far wall of the main room and I opened the first one and started reading and did not stop for hours. Most of it was terrifying in the specific way that information is terrifying when it confirms the worst thing you were already afraid of. Soul possession through blood magic. The host soul weakens incrementally with each surfacing of the invading consciousness. Over time the host's grip on their own body becomes unreliable, then intermittent, then absent. The invader does not kill the host. They simply crowd them out, slowly, until there is nothing of the original person left

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