Dracula Blood Novels & Stories

Azea was too beat up to struggle, so she screamed for Willow. “Blood field!” Dracula yelled, as he lunged forward, tearing off the tentacles. The area around him was turned into a pool of blood, and anything that came onto contact with him would turn to blood. Willow broke free, turning into his Paladin form. He fired arrows from the air, while Dracula slashed away at the Original, who was trying to keep his distance from the field. The Original fired an energy at Dracula, but he turned into a red mist, causing the original to use one of his orbs to protect himself.

I asked. "Does it matter?" "Yes, I can't just drink someone's blood without knowing its source" I cried out. I felt nauseous from just talking about it but I knew it was long digested into my system, there was no way it'd come out. "Just know it's not from a dead Man" he simply replied. "Why?" "A dead man's blood is poisonous to a vampire, that's why you should stay away from the morgue or cemetery in a bid to feed" he explained and I felt disgusted.

His white essence merged with the blood and joined the floating dagger. “I, Lord Dracula, grant you my blood, the ability to shapeshift, and the wisdom of ages drawn from long lives, fragmenting my essence so that you may carry the thirst for blood and the desire to make this world singular, immersed in darkness,” said the shadowed vampire. His words drew the attention of the Lycan and the witch, who immediately tried to stop the spell but were repelled by the vampire’s betrayal. His black essence fused with the blood and the dagger, which spun in the air in three distinct hues before plunging straight into the baby, taking his life.

I ask, having briefly heard him talking to Eliza about it on our way to Chicago. “Yes, it’s a new brand of bottled animal blood,” he makes a face as he says it, practically recoiling from the words. “You’ve never drank it, have you?” “No, and I never will.” I don’t think a vampire like Lucas would ever have to. He can take whatever he wants from whoever he wants. And as long as I’m around, he has his own source of blood right here for the picking. “What kind of animal does the blood come from?” “Mostly cattle.” He tucks in his shirt, looking fine as fuck all over again. “Deer blood is gaining in popularity. Supposedly it tastes slightly less putrid than cow blood.”

Caius cast a disgusted glance at Scarlet, shook his head at her reprovingly, and then took a step backward and gave Donovan a terse nod. And then Donovan clamped his teeth down into Lucas’s neck and latched onto it. Lucas screamed, writhing in pain, while the eager vampire tightened his grip around the young man’s body and sucked his blood with hungry fervor and a garish symphony of slurping, sucking, and squelching sounds. Scarlet’s slack-jawed countenance was a portrait of horror as she watched, shocked mute and frozen in place.

“You don’t have to be ashamed if you need my help.” A few moments later, Ingrid arrived with Selene. In Ingrid’s hand was a small glass bottle filled with a dark red liquid. “I figured as much,” said Ingrid, holding out the bottle. Lucas took the bottle. “What’s this?” “Fresh deer blood,” Ingrid replied. “Young vampires usually find it easier to learn self-control using animal blood.” Lilith immediately stepped back. “I can’t do this, Ingrid. I can’t anymore...”

Facing someone who defeated the fearsome Cerberus was a fool. Rodeath counterattacked with a kick to the head, but the vampire caught her in mid-air in time. Drickblood lifted the leg into the air and twisted it using her claw strength. Rodeath's body crashed into a stone wall after being thrown several meters away. A loud crack was heard on impact as the skull broke She won't be deterred for long by this. Drickblood didn't wait for a second, as she transported herself to where the demon was lying. She was grabbing her by the neck and lifting her into the air. Her eyes glowed red, hell flames coming out of them.

So I grabbed my teddy bear and walked down the stairs. When I came into the kitchen, I didn't saw my daddy and my mommy standing there, arguing and fighting. I just saw my mommy laying on the floor in a puddle of blood. The red liquid was coming out of her belly and flooded around her. Her eyes were wide open and her brown hair had become red of her blood. I whispered her name and grabbed her hand as I knelt next to her. The tears were falling down my cheeks like a waterfall. Her blood was now on my white pajamas. My hands were painted with her blood as I tried to shake her awake.

"I am no one’s property. Not yours, not his. And if you want my blood, you’ll have to come and take it." Dracula looked directly at her. For a moment, his red eyes gleamed with surprise at the boldness of the young vampire—and… desire. "So brave…" he murmured. "So foolish. You still don’t understand what flows through your veins." Vlad stepped slightly in front of Elena. "She understands perfectly well. And so do I. That’s why you will never touch her." The Prince of Darkness smiled slowly, revealing long, yellowed fangs. "We shall see." He raised his hand again. The ruby pulsed more intensely. The remaining wolves howled in unison and surged forward through the breach in the trees.

It sloshed around until it filled to the top. Veronica removed the needle and the smell of her blood wafted up to me. I was still in my demon form! Shit! My bloodlust started to come out as my eyes instantly went to the spot where a drop of blood seeped out over her fair skin. My throat started to burn and itch as it began to crave for blood. I gulped and forced my eyes to look away. After the second vial was full, it felt like pure torture. Veronica bandaged up Arisa, stopping the bleeding but it was too late. The smell of blood filled the room.