Do Werewolves Drink Blood Novels & Stories

Dimitri Being in a werewolf pack had its moments. Most of the times the wolves avoided us like some contagious disease. I still don't understand why though. It's not like I was going to wake up one day and just decide to kill them. Besides, vampires can’t feed on werewolves. Their blood is poisonous to us. Again, it would render us a slow painful death if we drank it. I of course being an original vampire would be injured severely. Only the alpha’s blood could actually kill me.

Where he and Colin were friends, not all vampires and werewolves tolerated each other. Colin walked into the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine. Popular culture and beliefs were that vampires did not drink anything but blood. The truth was, all vampires could eat and drink anything they wanted. Most preferred to drink over solid food, including Colin. But they could only get nourishment from blood.

she said as she returned with a drink. “Thank you,” I said, lifting it and gulping it down. “Whoa, slow down, boy,” she said with a chuckle. I slammed the empty glass down and asked for another. “You don’t look like you’re from around here,” she said as she poured another glass for me. I nodded as I got it and finished it quickly. I still didn’t feel a thing. This was one thing about being a werewolf. Our metabolism was quicker than humans which made it harder to get drunk.

“Are you planning to commit suicide? One of that will knock you out. Four will have you in your grave.” Clyde smiled at her. “Not at all. It wouldn't even trick a hair in my body,” he pridefully responded, and he meant it. Shifters in general never get drunk, and topping that chain were werewolves, especially the originals. Bitten wolves didn't enjoy that privilege. Clyde has always wondered how getting drunk felt. The closest experience would be when he has silver or wolfsbane in his system.

I was about to say no, but Gloria gave the young man a dazzling smile, “We would all love a margarita on the rocks. Thank you so much!” The young man hurried off to get our drinks. “Gloria, we aren’t old enough to drink!” I say. She grins at me and says, “Ha! We are werewolves. Alcohol doesn’t affect us like it does humans, and yes, we can drink. We are allowed to drink when we turn 19,” she says matter-of-factly. “Uh. News flash! We aren’t 19,” I say. “We have our wolves. Close enough,” she says with a shrug.

I said worriedly interrupting the brooding silence he had going on. "I was thinking, I don't think we have anything to worry about. Since you are in transition, it's normal to crave raw meat and right now the close you can get to raw is blood. I do not think you are that human anymore," Despite his assurance I was still doubtful. In all the books and references I've read about werewolves, nothing about blood craving was mentioned, that was a vampire thing.

- Greg looked at her, waiting for her to speak. - So you do not drink blood? - She looked at him challenging. - We do, but it is to keep our strength and gifts. Besides, we buy blood supplies and pay for them. We don't kill people to drink their blood. Those are stereotypes, very painful, to be honest. You are supposed to know it the best. Werewolves are considered a beast with no logical thinking. Stubborn, using killing as the solution for everything. Do you find it accurate? - Now, it was Greg's turn to challenge Katherine.

I slurp its blood completely out from its body as it writher in pain under me losing to the death. I Drag my fangs out from it after taking last drop if its blood falling down from my lips, by licking it with my cold tongue and hum in pleasure. Werewolf blood is tastier than humans but we dont get addicted to it as we get addicted to the human blood. After all our food is human blood not werewolves. “Die you puppy, die”, Edward seethes as he parts the jaws of the werewolf with his hands and separate them breaking its jaw bone giving it most painful death.

"Tell me, Commander Celeriac—do you hate him that much?" I held his gaze, refusing to waver. Hades chuckled, straightening to his full height. "I may be able to help with that." My arms crossed over my chest. "Let me guess—at the cost of my blood? Do you have some kind of sick blood fetish?" He looked momentarily caught off guard before letting out a dry laugh. "Wolves drink fresh blood all the time. Never hunted a live animal before?" "I have," I admitted. "But not other werewolves."

I stood at akimbo, seperated my legs apart and opened my mouth ready to talk. " No matter how strong one is, at some point you need to refuel your strength by eating whatever gives you strength. For humans, it's food, for vampires, it's human blood and for werewolves it's whatever you eat. O sorry, whatever we eat! So eat so you can fight well, besides all those transformations have drained the little strength I had left." I seriously didn't know where the courage came from, to talk to this man who hadn't smiled since I met him like this. " Werewolves eat flesh of any animal except humans of course, whether cooked or not. But since we are here, I'll cook. Besides we are now responsible for p