Creatures That Drink Blood Novels & Stories

His focus was on the hungry faces staring back at us, faces that made my stomach twist with disgust. For all their centuries of existence, they resembled starving animals more than dignified immortals. Bloodlings, they said, were ruled by primal thirst. But watching these so-called elders, I wondered who the real monsters were. Still, I couldn’t fault them entirely. Hunger had its many shapes, and I knew mine well. I had no desire for humans, no taste for their fragility. My thirst was different. Darker. More dangerous. I craved the blood of wolves. The thought of piercing a dagger through their chest had haunted me since I was old enough to name desire.

Moments passed before he spoke again. “Awe... you thought we could not move around during the day?” he said tauntingly. “Again, Hollywood is only partly right. You see, if we only drank blood we could only really be alive in the night, but, because we eat the flesh of humans... deliciously sweet tasting humans... we retain just enough DNA to allow us to move about in the daylight. It took centuries for this to happen. Hollywood just is not aware of it yet.

Tazaana asked with a curious face. "Haha, I'd rather be called to drink blood than to suck blood." Aria replied and laughed. "So you drink blood?" Tazaana asked again. "Yes, in this realm we do not consume human blood, but we consume the blood of lambs, because there are no humans here. Vampires also eat food, but we need blood every day for our bodies. If we do not drink blood, it's hard for us to control our desire." Aria replied. Tazaana nodded her head again, a sign she understood.

Claire withdrew her hand and took a step forward. “He may not look as good as Mason, but we found useful antibiotics in his blood. The necrosis of Tracy’s cells has been suppressed…” “…He does look ugly.” A chunk of flesh with bulging blood vessels. I could only describe this new creature as an animal. It was nothing like Mason’s perfect and miraculous creation. It looked more like a random mix of different animals stitched together. I felt bored and uninterested. “Claire!” I called out to the woman who was circling around the glass incubator and admiring the new creature.

[Mythelogical Creatures_species born with Immense powers___ Werewolves, Vampires, Lycanthropy_Creatures with fangs and Claws____ Witches, Dhampir, Moroi, Stregoi and Hellhounds] Reed read out the words aloud as he went through the pages and then Stopped as he closed the book and threw it on his Table. Standing on his feet, Reed walked towards the table, threw some pills down his throat and finished it off with a glass of water. Though the medics still hadn't healed the wound yet but he still had to take them.

“We’re not getting out of here quickly anyway. You should know the truth about Lenore. About how we ended up like this.” I sat, still holding the portfolio. Fabian stood before the murals like he was reading a story written in blood and stone. “In the late 1300s, the Church of Radiance discovered the existence of supernatural beings. Vampires like my family. Werewolves. Dragons. Even certain types of demons.” He traced one of the figures with his finger. “They called us abominations. Blasphemy against their god. They declared a holy crusade to wipe us from existence.”

The humans went about their business eating dinner and getting ready for sleep; oblivious to what went on inside the large canopy of the dense trees. Deep inside the forest, the scent of blood hung thick in the air. The night had gone eerily quiet as the five creatures were standing in a loose circle. They were oddly shaped- a cross between an orc and a goblin with limbs sprouting from their bodies at odd angles. Their eyes were mere sockets, lidless and black orbs and a slit for a mouth with a set of crisscrossed pincers and a long nose to complete their look. They were the hycwens, a blood-thirsty race of wild and untamed creatures that killed for sport and ate anything that moved.

Why did we have to eat from a package, as if we were mere beggars? - You have been sleeping for many centuries; things have changed. I banned the hunting of humans, which my father loved to do so much. There are blood slaves who, by their will, share their blood. No vampire needs to drain a human to death. It is much more practical to make the donor live for many years. Hunting humans in the times we live in today is only practiced by nocturnal people, who, because they are acephalic beings, act by instinct and not with intelligence.

DEX-10 ATK-390. STR-130 SPEED-41. AGI-41 MP-50. INT-10 [Skills: Swarm sense(Elite) Undying(Unique) Blood Drain(Elite)] [Horrid flying creature created from a cross between Cave Bat and Vampiric Mosquito. Its legs end in sharp pincers, and its long needle proboscis slashes the air as it seeks its next meal. Stirges are undying beings that feed on the blood of living creatures, attaching and draining them slowly. Stirges are controlled by an Undead Lich.]

She was neither gentle nor nurturing. She slammed her hand on the table. "Enough! You will listen to me. Whether you choose to believe it or not, there are creatures similar to us that still kill for sustenance and sport. They revel in becoming the very monsters that haunt human nightmares, using their grotesque and often misshapen forms to amplify the terror just before they strike their victims. Once they fully transform, they are nearly impossible to kill, recruiting new members by slaughtering humans. And do you know what happens when they are reanimated? They become insatiably hungry." Their food of choice? Human flesh and bone."