Dracula Blood Novels & Stories

“You are thinking like a vampire.” “Tell me where you got that blood again please. What am I supposed to think like…you or what?” she asked pointing at the blood bags on the table. “A vampire hunter. Use this to connect the dots.” He said running his fingers through the torn pages of the small book. She picked the small book again and looked closer, “I think I can use some more dose of that special blood,” she said stretching her hand to receive. Thomas walked towards the table, “coming right away. Special breed, I told you,” he replied.

Melinda ran a finger along the line and named them, steady, like an incantation at the edge of noise: “Dragon blood, the raw power, to bind the brute energy the tear bleeds. Phoenix blood, the rebirth so the seal can mend if it frays. Unicorn blood, its purity to cleanse the corruption. Basilisk blood, A poison to turn anything escaping into ash. Kraken blood, an abyssal strength to anchor us to the depths. Griffin blood, vigilance, watchfulness for the long centuries. Chimera blood, the hybrid coin that traps chaos by uniting it. Werewolf blood, it cycles and changes, to tether time to the seal. Vampire blood, an immortal blood, for endurance.” A deep, ancient red, almost black, that swallo

There seemed to be some kind of a dark, blackish liquid inside. “That’s Erick’s blood. He asks you to drink it twenty-four hours before the wedding. It’s about ten millilitres and enough to last three days. It’s so you won’t be alone during the wedding preparations. He can help explain anything you want to know but find uncomfortable to ask anyone else.” “Is vampire blood black?” I asked since the blood inside the vial looked black. “No, it’s deoxygenated,” he answered as the signal turned green. I placed the vial into my purse, and we continued off towards my house.

“Blood, Word, Breath. Break any and the stair erases your ascent.” Taren swallowed. “What happens if the stair erases us?” “You forget up,” the figure said, almost kindly. “Some prefer that.” They descended. ⸻ The chamber of Blood was small, round, plain. A bowl cut into the floor collected melt from the ceiling in slow, patient drops. A wafer of ice rested on a plinth beside it. Three channels had been carved there: two whole, one shallow. Kaelira’s wolf paced. Teeth and ritual, Ardyn said, unimpressed. Pick one.

The boy stumbled back to his previous position the moment he was freed from Silas's grip. Silas lowered his head, letting out a contented sigh. “He offered his blood willingly. Any would be glad to serve me in any capacity. Also, we all know that human blood is sweeter than that of vampires. My blood mate acknowledges her own insufficiency in that regard, so she is untroubled by this,” Silas justified haughtily.

She was close to overpowering him when Darwin, with a cruel smirk, pulled a silver dagger from his cloak, hidden from her view. In a flash, he struck, plunging the dagger deep into her side. Anita gasped, her body convulsing in pain, her strength fading as the silver burned through her. Still, she managed to whisper a final vow, her voice steady even as her life ebbed away. “You may kill me,” she said, her words laced with quiet defiance. “But mark my words, Darwin—a Red Lycan more powerful than you can imagine will rise to avenge us. One day, she will come for you… and end this reign of betrayal.”

Thank bloody hell she did. The night nurse understood my situation, since she mentioned her mate is also a vampire. She turned around giving me privacy with my new meal- That quick drain, became a brief pipeline for one night, but that ended just as quickly as it started, a new, observant, administrator, just severed my dreams of a possible new route- No more fresh blood from the morgue’s storage units. Yet, For the last six days, I’d subsisted solely on Shelby’s damned cupcakes: the Bloody Cupcake Bakery’s infamous monstrosities, each one iced in what looked like congealed human blood—thick, glossy, and unnervingly realistic. The first bite had hit me like lightning—ecstasy and agony fus

I was still in that deadlock, but now I had a new discovery, pure iron, that could be the answer to all our questions. “No doctor, everything went according to plan. The reaction speed of the blood is much higher than the average of the one in the presentation, being the blood of a Luna. I guess the blood of an original vampire is almost impossible to find. I did some research and there is none in the area at the moment, or am I wrong?”

The blood in the pool boiled even more violently, and the sky above took on a tinge of eerie red. "Let's begin the sacrifice," the woman ordered. "Yes,” everyone responded, surging forward with one grabbing Adrian to throw him into the pool. ‘Looks like it’s my turn,’ Adrian made up his mind. He knew that if he didn't act now, he would become a sacrifice to the blood pool. He burst forth with his Draco Veinergy. Boom! A terrifying roar spread out, instantly shocking the monster approaching him. "Ah!" The monster approaching Adrian was caught off guard and let out a scream. Under the overwhelming aura, it instantly turned into powder and disappeared without a trace.

I apologized. "Sometimes, we refer to breast milk as 'White Blood' because it's from the human body, but only the females," she explained, "It's very fortunate that the breast milk works with your system. You're not physically required blood like other vampires-so it's just a psychological need because you're part of them."