Doors Blood In The Streets Novels & Stories

Even my master has been a perpetrator of cruelty towards my kind, recounting tales of the worst experiences endured. In the past, he would subject the blood slaves to a cruel fate, depriving them of sustenance, draining their life force, and ultimately ending their existence. I couldn't help but ponder what caused him to transform upon my arrival. His insatiable thirst for blood had garnered infamy in the streets, and tales of his monstrous nature circulated widely. They deemed it a disease, an affliction that corrupted his very essence.

asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

Once the shiny red door of the sports car was pushed open and Darius’ presence majestically revealed, the girls from every year level of Asuncion High became enthused. One could hear the heels from their sandals and shoes clicking loudly on the tiled ground as they jumped with excitement and admiration.

He walked out while the carnage started burning and locked it. “Damn,” Ethan cussed as he wiped blood on his face.

The thick, dark primordial blood of a century-old vampire welled from the deep cut. "Drink, Brynn," Riheirk commanded, his voice raw and desperate as he pressed his bleeding wrist firmly against her lips. "Drink from me. Let my blood purge the poison. Accept it, sweetheart, please." Brynn’s jade eyes flickered. Driven by her own fading strength and the desperate, triumphant internal screaming of Solar, her jaw parted. She bit down lightly on his wrist, her lips drawing the heavy, white-hot furnace of his primordial blood into her system.

The hospital parking lot had completely transformed into a slaughter ground as rain poured down heavily from the dark skies above while blood mixed with water across the concrete floor creating a terrifying crimson river flowing slowly toward the drainage. The doctor fought bravely as his military combat training allowed him to dodge several deadly attacks as he moved with desperate speed against the assassins surrounding him.

"You're betting everything on being able to coordinate perfectly with someone who's half-transformed into a bloodlust-driven vampire." "I'm betting on Raven being stronger than the poison." I met Raven's flickering eyes. "I'm betting on twenty years of him choosing humanity over monstrosity. I'm betting on us." The next night came too fast. The Blood Moon Amphitheater was packed. Every vampire from the academy. Every student. Every faculty member. Even the dying council members had dragged themselves here to watch. And through the bloodline, I felt hundreds more. Vampires across the continent, connected to me, experiencing this secondhand.

50 — Claimed The penthouse door locked with the weight of judgment. Night sprawled across New Eidolon, rain streaking the blackout glass, the city below a battlefield of wounded loyalties and silent threats. Inside, there was only him—obsidian lion, hands still marked with someone else’s blood. Dom shed his jacket with deliberate care, sleeves rolled up to expose old scars, fresh splatter—never his own. He poured whiskey, the amber glinting like a promise in his hand. Didn’t offer her any. He never offered. He claimed.

The darkness remained silent and empty. “Alexei! You bastard!” I kept roaring. Kept screaming his name until my voice cracked. My throat felt like it was on fire. Each scream tore at my vocal cords. And I could taste blood in my throat, warm and metallic. It filled my mouth. I coughed violently. Blood splattered from my lips onto my chest and trousers. The dark stains spread across the fabric as an evidence of my desperation. But I didn't stop. I needed to get out of this shit and save Irina. I needed to see that son of a bitch and put a bullet in his fucking head this time!